Bozitte
Stories
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Chapters
65
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9 h, 33 m
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Ming Wei was dead. A length of white silk. A ceiling beam. Suicide. She died the same night she taught Li Qing the Seven Forms of Flowing Water. It wasn’t until the next morning, when Wang Li went out to dump the chamber pot, that he discovered her body. By the time he had wrapped her in a white cloth and prepared the remains, Li Qing had just arrived at the Jia-yin wing. Together, they carried Ming Wei’s body to the Quiet Joy Ward, where the eunuchs took over and brought it outside the…-
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Inside the Jia-Yin wing. Ming Wei slowly recited the entire Seven Forms of Flowing Water. It was about 800 characters long. Li Qing listened intently, but couldn’t even remember ten words. Turned out he wasn’t some once-in-a-generation martial arts prodigy. “Could Your Highness please read it again?” Li Qing asked, bringing over brush and paper to take notes. “How much did you remember?” asked Ming Wei. “Seven words…” Li Qing admitted. “Seven? That’s bottom-tier…
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The next day. At the break of dawn. Li Qing got up early and went straight to Consort Ming’s quarters. He bowed deeply outside her door. “Little Li greets Consort Ming and wishes her well.” Consort Ming was under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites. Li Qing had his eye on her martial arts techniques, so showing up to clean her chamber pot and offer morning greetings was a must. There was no reply from inside. “Is there anything you’ve been craving lately, Your Grace? I can…
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The Cold Palace sat deep within the imperial compound, dark and desolate. The Great Qian Dynasty was a martial empire. Every generation of royals practiced the secret art of Yan-Locking Yin-Harvesting, allowing them to bed multiple multiple women in a single night without breaking a sweat. Naturally, when it came to selecting concubines for the emperor, the more, the better. Each emperor kept a vast number of concubines. Maybe not exactly three thousand beauties, but having three to five hundred…
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Fine warrior's cap. Round collar. Wide-sleeved robe. A smooth, pale face with not even the faintest hint of stubble; almost feminine in its softness. Standing in front of a bronze mirror, Li Qing examined his outfit. No matter how he looked at it, he saw a eunuch. "Ah..." A raspy duck-like voice. Last night, he was still hugging a 2D waifu, playing Evenicle. Now, he wakes up like this. Dressed as a useless damn eunuch? The dim wooden room smelled faintly of old piss. The…
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