King Jing was somewhat put off by Xiong Wannian's unbridled behavior, though he did not show it too openly; he merely offered a word of caution.
"Heh heh! My apologies—I got a bit carried away."
Xiong Wannian was a seasoned veteran of the world; despite his rugged appearance, he was no fool and immediately apologized.
King Jing was pleased with Xiong Wannian's apology, and the two slowly made their way out of the Cold Palace.
Once they had moved a safe distance away, I quietly slipped inside.
I realized that the quickest way to find out how many members of the Demon Palace had infiltrated the imperial palace was to ask the Empress; after all, no member of the Demon Palace would pass up the chance to toy with the former Empress.
To toy with a woman who had once been the most noble in the land—that was a temptation no man could resist.
Even I, were I a man, would find it hard to hold back.
As I infiltrated the Cold Palace, the sounds of whipping—*snap, snap*—and a woman's screams drifted continuously from within.
Pushing open a window to peer inside, I saw two eunuchs lashing a beautiful, noble lady who lay on the ground.
Upon seeing her face—unyielding even amidst such humiliation—I instantly recognized her identity: my second younger brother's mother, the former Empress Yang Bing.
Beyond her innate air of nobility, her features bore a striking resemblance—perhaps fifty percent—to those of She Xinlan.
"Your Majesty, how do you like my whip? Does it feel good? Is it pleasurable?"
One of the eunuchs taunted her as he continued to lash her. "Not satisfied yet? Do you find this servant's whip less pleasurable than the princes' cocks?"
Another eunuch asked with a lewd grin.
Due to their physical mutilation, these eunuchs were all somewhat psychologically twisted.
Having the chance to torment a former empress, they were determined to fully savor this perverse thrill.
Yang Bing offered no resistance to the eunuchs' insults; it seemed she had long since grown accustomed to such abuse.
Moreover, although the eunuchs struck viciously, they lacked physical strength; while Yang Bing's internal energy was sealed, her formidable constitution was far too resilient to be harmed by their blows.
For Yang Bing, the whipping inflicted psychological humiliation rather than physical pain.
She lay on the ground, panting heavily; white semen trickled continuously from her swollen, wanton pussy and anus.
The recent ravishing by Xiong Wannian and Prince Jing had left her utterly exhausted, rendering her indifferent to the lashes raining down upon her.
After whipping her for a while and realizing she was ignoring them, the two eunuchs exchanged lewd grins and approached her.
Holding their whips in reverse, they pried her legs apart. A flicker of resignation and pain crossed Yang Bing's eyes, yet she still refused to beg for mercy.
She knew that the more she pleaded, the more delighted these depraved eunuchs would become, and the more brutal their abuse would be.
Having spread her legs, the eunuchs lifted her buttocks slightly, tilting her wanton pussy and anus upward. Gazing at her slutty pussy and asshole—still slick with semen—the two eunuchs thrust the handles of their whips into both orifices.
Shaped almost exactly like a man's cock, the whip handles began to thrust vigorously in and out of her pussy and asshole.
Subjected to such fresh abuse, Yang Bing's ravaged pussy reacted instantly, forcing two shrill screams of pain from her lips.
"Hahaha... Your Majesty, you're screaming again! I love the sound of your cries the most! Give us a few more!"
One eunuch shouted excitedly.
"Your Majesty, how do our 'tools' compare to a real man's? Does it feel good to be fucked by them?"
The other eunuch asked with excitement.
Yang Bing offered no reply to the eunuchs; tears simply trickled slowly from the corners of her eyes.
It was not merely from pain or humiliation, but because her body was betraying her—writhing lewdly and shamelessly under their ministrations.
"Hahaha... Your Majesty, your slutty pussy is sucking on my whip handle! Does it feel amazing?"
"Your Majesty, your hips are moving so sluttily! Is this how whores in the brothels writhe when they get fucked?"
The vile words of the eunuchs deepened Yang Bing's anguish, yet she was powerless to suppress her body's instinctive reactions.
Biting her lips hard to stifle any further cries, she squeezed her eyes shut to avoid looking at their loathsome expressions. She struggled to conjure up the image of the person she yearned for most in her mind.
The faces of her father Yang Ye, her younger brother Yang Yi, Yang Su, and her son flashed before her eyes in rapid succession.
After the two eunuchs had been thrusting their phalluses into Yang Bing for about a quarter of an hour, her body shuddered violently as she reached a climax; yet, she bit down hard on her lip, refusing to let out a single moan of pleasure.
"Sigh... We still fall far short of Eunuch Gao! Every time he plays with Her Ladyship, he makes her moan wildly and beg for mercy endlessly!"
"Heh heh! Why else would the Noble Consort help him become a man again? I heard from Xiao Anzi that even the Noble Consort herself begged for mercy repeatedly while he was fucking her!"
"We need to work harder at this! If our technique improves, who knows? Maybe we could become men again, just like Eunuch Gao!"
"If I ever become a man again, I'm definitely going to give our Empress a good fucking!"
...
Having vented their lust upon their former mistress, the two eunuchs tossed Yang Bing onto the ground and left.
When I entered the Cold Palace—where Yang Bing was now all alone—I found her lying on the freezing floor, her body still convulsing.
Watching her tremble in the moonlight, I felt a deep sense of pity; I gently helped her up and cradled her tenderly in my arms.
As I held Yang Bing, I realized that her figure was remarkably similar to my mother's.
The warmth of the embrace—a sensation she hadn't experienced in a long time—told Yang Bing that I was certainly not her enemy. She gently opened her eyes and looked at me, asking, "Young lady, who are you?"
"I am the Crown Prince's sworn elder sister; I've come here to visit you, Auntie."
As I answered gently, I secretly channeled my internal energy to help restore her health.
"You are Wen-shi's sister? How is Wen-shi? Is he doing well lately? Why hasn't he come to see me? Has something happened?"
Upon hearing the name of the person she cared about most, Yang Bing instantly lost her composure and asked anxiously.