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Chapter 8 Part 4 Submission and Realization
Xiaomeng manipulated his cock mercilessly, while still controlling the water; finally, she slowed and Snow came back to herself.
Her first sight was Xiaomeng jerking off her lover. "Master, you are high-born, let me serve him."
Seeing her lover being serviced by another woman actually stung her heart.
Xiaomeng just smiled, "A few strokes by you, and he'll shoot." Snow panicked, seeing Gao suffering horribly. "What did you do to him?"
"Ahh, Master, please let me finish I'm about to bust."
Xiaomeng glanced at him. "Now, remember the consequences of desire at the mercy of others. I'm a novice, yet I can torment you. Take care not to stray into evil ways."
Without waiting for reply, Xiaomeng engulfed his cock, instinctively Gao seized her head and thrust into her throat, cumming hard.
When he came to his senses, he saw Xiaomeng had shot into her mouth; she licked her lips and swallowed, then glanced at the stunned Gao without another word.
Emboldened, Gao stared at Xiaomeng's Daoist-garbed body.
She went to Snow, grasping the five streams, turning them into a whip.
She whipped Snow's pussy, striking right at her clit; Snow shuddered, and Xiaomeng kept whipping until Snow orgasmed, spraying fluid, and simultaneously losing all control urine gushing everywhere, her bowels forced to vomit their contents.
Overstimulated, Snow fainted, while Gao stared in shock as his goddess, so noble, collapsed.
Xiaomeng vanished.
When Snow woke, she covered her face, unable to meet Gao's eyes; this was not the gradual awakening she had envisioned.
Gao coaxed her out of her shame, and together they returned to the Mohists.
Inside, everyone had gathered something had happened. The pair sat with some tension, and soon learned that Fat Ding had disappeared.
He'd gone to deliver food to Little Sage Manor and hadn't returned; inquiries said he'd long ago left the manor.
Everyone was at a loss how could just one person vanish? If he'd been exposed, the Empire would have rounded up the whole inn; only Fat Ding was missing.
Uncertain who took him, the Mohists became more cautious.
That night, Zhang Liang informed them Prince Fusu's arrival was set for the following day and urged extra care, taking Tianming and Shaoyu away, and Stone Orchid tagged along out of fondness.
Wei Zhuang likewise summoned Quicksand.
Outside Sanghai, Net intercepted Sheng Qi, subduing him once again.
Prime Minister Li Si stood at his mansion, gazing toward Little Sage Manor, lost in thought.
Confucian headmaster Fu Nian placed a stone on his board, playing a lone endgame; Yan Lu checked papers, and Zhang Liang gazed at the stars in the pavilion.
The storm over Sanghai grew.
Fusu stood in the pavilion, with Li Si, Secretariat Zhao Gao, the Six Sword Slaves, and Shadow Guard chief Zhang Han all arrayed below; a corpse of an assassin lay not far.
Fusu looked at them coldly. "Chancellor Zhao, explain."
"Yes, Prince." Zhao Gao replied deferentially.
"In recent days, Net checked the courtyard to prevent any terrain-based ambush, and found several corpses melted by corpse-dissolving water. Net's secret investigation uncovered that seven cooks had been replaced. We reported at once, found the culprits on the Prince's orders."
"All were highly trained killers; professional, left little evidence. The leader we caught committed suicide. Through combined interrogation with the Shadow Guard, we learned they came from Net."
Zhao Gao relayed this expressionlessly, but with a hint of vitriol at the 'Net' confession.
At this, Li Si asked, "The Prince's route was secret; even I only just learned where he'd stay. How did they know?"
"We found setups at three places, and have arrested everyone. No leaks occurred from anyone close to the Prince."
"What was the method?"
"First, they poisoned food; then, a killer prepared an overt attack, while another posed as a close servant for a second attempt."
"Chancellor Li, did anyone impersonate you?"
"My trek was regular, and no difficulties encountered."
"Then someone must have tampered with the Chancellor's sundial." Turning to one Sword Slave, "Go check and detain anyone involved."
"And another thing: all cooks are local renowned chefs you have personal poison testers. How did they manage to poison you?"
"Chancellor, that's the key after killing the cooks, only one chef nearby could step in, famed for his amazing palate." Turning to his men, "Bring Butcher forward."
"Prince, I'm innocent they captured me too. I'd never dare hurt the Prince!"
But Fusu remained expressionless at the tearful chef.
Zhao Gao continued, "Realizing the cooks were replaced, we tracked Butcher, who led us to their base. The gang has been rooted out."
"Prince, Butcher colluded with assassins deserves family extermination," Li Si urged.
"Chancellor, this man is also Mohists' intelligence head in Sanghai; perhaps we can use him to fish for Mohists."
Fusu nodded, looking to Zhao Gao; but Zhao, eyes darting, immediately proposed, "Better let General Zhang Han handle this. Net's duty is protecting the Prince can't be distracted."
Net had had enough glory and now dodged a hard case, passing it to the Shadow Guard. With Meng Tian's repeated failures, and Zhang Han's own lack of success, Net handed over a huge favor.
Li Si asked, "Chancellor Zhao, you likely know who perpetrated this?"
Zhao Gao's voice turned sinister. "Few in Sanghai could carry out such a scheme Confucians, remnants of Qi, Quicksand, Mohists recently active here. As for which, we rely on the Prince's wisdom."
Fusu's face darkened; it was clear this could have involved rival princes. Zhao Gao's closeness to Prince Huhai was no secret, but Fusu couldn't confront him now.
"Chancellor, investigate and report when you have answers."
"Prime Minister Li, you oversee Sanghai what solution do you propose for the Confucians?"
The assassination news reached Wei Zhuang; he sneered to Chi Lian, "Rumor has it Fusu is suspected by Ying Zheng seems true."
Chi Lian frowned. "What does this have to do with Ying Zheng?"
Wei Zhuang laughed. "Others think we Quicksand did it, but we know it's not us. There's only one organization as skilled at assassination and elaborate plans Net."
Chi Lian was still lost. "How dare Net attempt to kill the Prince? Ying Zheng will have their heads."
Wei Zhuang smiled, "You see where the brilliance lies?"
"It's in their failure had Net succeeded, Ying Zheng would investigate to the end, and Net would perish. But now, the failed assassination means Ying Zheng is less concerned."
"There are many ways to play this now!"
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