The Scheming of a Prosperous Age: A Concubine's Story

  Jiǔ yīn zuò mèng dōu méi xiǎng dào, yī zhēng yǎn, jū rán yǐjīng lái dào yī gè yì shì.

  English Translation:

  Ninth Sound never thought in his dreams that when he opened his eyes, he had actually arrived in a different world.

  Based on her experience in the entertainment industry for just a few years, everything in front of her is not a stage play, filming doesn't require so many extras.

  Tens of thousands... no, clearly hundreds of thousands of people.

  And she was tied up high on the city wall and pushed in front of everyone, the former Holy Maiden of Western Chu had become a hostage in the hands of the enemy.

  The sound of her silk clothes being torn woke her up, still a bit dazed, until she felt a chill on her body, and Jiu Yin suddenly came to her senses. Her top had already been destroyed by the soldier beside her.

  She opened her tired eyes wide and gazed out, instantly entranced by the scenery below the city wall, losing all her heart and soul.

  The mighty army is approaching, what a shocking scene it is.

  Tens of thousands of troops stretched out endlessly, a vast and dense formation arrayed outside the city gates, with swirling clouds of dust and sand dancing around each person, yet not in the least diminishing their majestic and awe-inspiring demeanor.

  A well-trained army capable of making the enemy tremble with fear at the mere mention of its name.

  The most eye-catching thing is the one man and one horse in front of the army.

  He wore a suit of silver-white armor, his tall figure sitting high on a fine horse, with a large knife in his hand that was as tall as a person and shining with a chilling light under the sunlight.

  From such a distance, his face can't be seen clearly, but the cold and lonely aura, as well as the uniquely noble air, can be strongly felt.

  The nine sounds moved slightly, and the memories belonging to this body poured in continuously. The misty eyes stared tightly at the increasingly clear handsome face in her heart.

  That was a handsome face that was so beautiful it was as if he had entered the realm of the gods, his eyebrows were perfect and unparalleled. His starry eyes shone like the stars in the sky, his rose-colored lips gleamed with an icy light, his slender fingers grasped the crescent moon knife to perfection. His profound and distant gaze locked onto the thin figure standing on the city wall.

  Though they were far apart, Jiu Yin seemed to be able to meet his gaze. His pale thin lips parted slightly, and he called out in a daze: "Qing Cheng..."

  Another "hiss" sound, a white shirt fluttered lightly, and the torn fabric was blown away by the wind.

  Her shoulders are exposed, with an inexplicable charm that intoxicates people. The thin, pale purple dress is like a cicada's wing, unable to conceal her ample skin and snowy complexion. In the wind and sand, it trembles with her breathing.

  Behind him, the shouting continued, but in front of him, it was a solemn silence.

  In front of the mighty army, a weak woman with no strength to truss a chicken was pushed onto the city wall, her clothes were torn off one by one, her icy skin and snowy flesh gradually exposed in everyone's sight.

  The sound of clothes tearing apart echoed again. This time, two legs were exposed without the wrapping of a skirt, and in the cold March wind, a chill ran up several degrees.

  Jiuyin sucked in a breath of cool air, his consciousness was picked up from the brief loss, and before he could speak, a strong and intimidating evil aura suddenly attacked him from behind.

  "Your Highness!" The soldier beside him bowed his head and retreated.

  That evil and charming aura stopped beside her.

  "Let me go!" Jiuyin was tied to the wooden pillar, and although he couldn't see the person beside him clearly, under that intense and suffocating pressure, he already understood that it was absolutely a man who didn't lose out to the War God in terms of aura or martial arts.

  She struggled with all her might, but couldn't break free even a little bit. Wanting to resist, an evil large palm, carrying a breath similar to that of a cheetah, already covered her front, grasping tightly, the force was so great that Jiuyin couldn't help but let out a painful low hum.

  Although separated by a layer of clothing, when had Jiuyin ever been insulted like this before?

  Her face flushed with shame and anger, she couldn't help but want to chop off that sinful hand into minced meat, yet was powerless to do so.

  Men of this generation are so despicable, they don't have even a bit of respect for women!

  Under the city walls, in the midst of the great army, a faint sound of gasping for air arose.

  Although everyone is trying their best to maintain a steady pace and a calm demeanor, who wouldn't feel stifled in their hearts when their holy maiden is being humiliated like this?

  But the general did not say a word, nor did he make any move, and the people below also dared not to act rashly.

  A low, magnetic voice came from the top of the tall city building, mixed with a thick inner strength, and the enchanting sound that bewildered people's minds was like the collision of jade stones, striking into the hearts of everyone, word by word:

  "With just one swing of your sword, you can preserve her chastity and conquer the city. Do you want to... personally put an end to her?"

  The rough palm suddenly pressed down forcefully, and the woman he held in his hand instantly twisted her face in pain.