Traveling through Tianlong: Starting from the Zhenlong chess game

Chapter 568 The Fragrance of the Khitan Princess

Seeing Zhao Mu slowly approaching in the mirror, Yelu Jinnu was startled and quickly stood up to greet him.

She simply straightened her clothes and adjusted her hair accessories.

Then she walked out of the inner hall with lotus steps and came straight to the door. She bowed to Zhao Mu and said, "Your servant Jin Nu greets His Majesty."

"Slave? Your Highness is being very humble in addressing me like this. In terms of status, you are the Princess of Yue of Liao State and the Queen of Uighur. In any case, you are not worthy of the word 'slave'." Zhao Mu said with a smile.

But Yelu Jinnu shook his head and said, "Now that the Uighur Kingdom has perished, I have been abandoned by the Liao Dynasty. Only the king is kind and righteous, and has taken care of me here. This is a favor that has saved my life. For such a great favor, I will repay the king by becoming his slave."

Having said that, Yelu Jinnu knelt in front of Zhao Mu.

Seeing this woman kneeling down to him, Zhao Mu did not rush to help her up. After all, as a servant, one should behave like a servant.

Yelu Jinnu knew very well the purpose of Zhao Mu's visit, it was nothing more than those matters three inches below the navel.

But Yelu Jinnu had no resistance to this kind of thing, and even looked forward to Zhao Mu's arrival.

The reason was very simple. Yelu Jinnu was trying to please Zhao Mu so much because he wanted to find a way out for himself.

As she said, now that the Western Region Uighurs were gone, her status as queen was of course not counted. Moreover, she could not return to the Liao Kingdom. If she did not try to please Zhao Mu like the other concubines of the Uighur King, she might be rewarded to others by Zhao Mu like some other wives of criminal officials.

At least in Zhao Mu's place, she still lived in the deep palace and wore brocade and silk. Although the food was not as good as those of Zhao Mu's ladies of higher rank, for a person of a fallen country, having hot soup and noodles to fill his stomach was already the greatest luck.

If she didn't hug Zhao Mu's thighs tightly now, she was afraid that she would really be treated as a gift and given away in the future.

Besides, Song and Liao were enemies for generations. If she really couldn't hold on to the man in front of her, Zhao Mu would send her away, and there might be more than one person who would do that to her in the future.

She didn't care whether she could win Zhao Mu's favor or get a high-ranking position. She just wanted to stay here, even if Zhao Mu didn't come to look for her in the future.

Zhao Mu squatted down at this time, pinched Yelu Jinnu's chin and said, "You are a very smart woman. It just so happens that I also like smart people." As he said that, Zhao Mu gently stroked her lips with his thumb.

However, Yelu Jinnu also gave Zhao Mu a charming smile.

Zhao Mu said to the two maids beside her: "Okay, there is nothing for you to do here, go out."

Upon hearing this, the maids hurriedly retreated and closed the door.

Zhao Mu stroked her cheek and said, "I think Your Highness Princess has guessed my intention. In that case, please help me undress."

Yelu Jinnu was somewhat shocked by Zhao Mu's claim, but she remained calm. This was her only chance, and she had to seize it.

Yelu Jinnu stood up and began to undress Zhao Mu. Then Zhao Mu sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the "fresh meat" in front of him.

As her clothes fell off piece by piece, Yelu Jinnu revealed her virgin body.

Zhao Mu also admired her with great interest. Although she was a little thin, she could still look passable.

Zhao Mu also felt a little emotional. Fortunately, he acted quickly, otherwise such a beautiful body would have been taken by the fifty-year-old Uighur King. However, Zhao Mu was somewhat envious of the Uighur King. During this period, Zhao Mu had used all the Uighur princesses and queens he had captured from Gaochang City, except for a few who were not yet adults. Especially those concubines, they were really ecstatic. Zhao Mu enjoyed them very much. With these beauties by his side, at least this old man would die without regrets in this life.

What Zhao Mu has not yet taken down is the queen in front of him, whom the Uighur king plans to remarry.

Seeing Zhao Mu's gaze, Yelu Jinnu felt a little shy. She hugged her body and then tilted her head to ask, "I wonder if Your Majesty is satisfied with me?"

Zhao Mu's gaze did not shrink in the slightest. Now he was like a wolf staring at a lamb.

Zhao Mu then pulled Yelu Jinnu over to him. He held Yelu Jinnu in his arms and said, "Whether you are satisfied or not, you have to try it to know."

Seeing Zhao Mu's wolf-like eyes, Yelu Jinnu felt a little scared.

But it was too late to be afraid now, Zhao Mu's interest had been completely aroused by her.

This time, Zhao Mu not only wanted the dream of Wushan, but more of a desire to conquer.

It seemed that what was on him now was not the princess of Liao, but Liao. As the emperor of Song, he would certainly ruthlessly ravage Liao and take back all the humiliation that Song had suffered before.

Moreover, the Liao Kingdom was only the beginning. He also wanted to completely wipe out the Jurchen tribe, capture all their women, and ravage them mercilessly. Zhao Mu liked to listen to their wailing.

He had no control over the original time and space, after all, it was a long time ago for him. But in this time and space, he was the king of the Song Dynasty, or even the temporary emperor of the Song Dynasty. He had to conquer the rebellious foreign races around him. The only ones he had not conquered were the fleeing Tubo, the Liao Kingdom, and the Jurchens.

But before conquering their land, conquer their women first.

Zhao Mu stayed with Yelu Jinnu for half a day. But Zhao Mu was not as gentle as he was to others. How Kang Min was bullied by him in the past, Yelu Jinnu was even worse.

However, Zhao Mu had no feelings for her, let alone any sympathy for her.

In the evening, Zhao Mu put on his clothes contentedly and looked back at Yelu Jinnu, who had a dull look in his eyes, was covered with scars, and had disheveled hair.

Zhao Mu smiled and said, "Your performance is good. I hope you can keep up the good work in the future. But you don't have to blame me, after all, you are from Liao."

Yelu Jinnu, who was in a trance, came back to her senses at this time. Even though her whole body was in pain as if it had been torn apart, she still endured the grievance in her heart. She struggled to get up, ignoring the tears on her temples, and barely maintained a smile. She knelt on the blood-stained bed and said, "Your Majesty, I respectfully send you off!"

But as soon as she finished saying this, Yelu Jinnu could no longer hold on and buried her head in the bed sheet and burst into tears. Her ten fingers were tightly grasping the silk quilt, and her fingertips dug deep into it.

Right now she has thousands of grievances in her heart and nowhere to vent them.

Now she kept asking herself three words in her heart: "Why?" She was wondering what she had done wrong and why she had to suffer such retribution.

The country she married was destroyed, and she could not return to her own home. She was determined to sacrifice herself, but she gave her body to this man, but in return she was covered with bruises and bruises. This was not the case for the other people who were also captured.

Why did she have to endure such pain alone?

(End of this chapter)