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"How to obtain it?"
He chose the most despicable and direct method.
On a carefully selected night when neither Fugaku nor Itachi could possibly return,
he used special drugs obtained from the black market and secretly mixed them into Mikoto's tea.
Watching this gentle, beautiful, and noble clan leader's wife drink it without a hint of suspicion,
Di Yan's heart pounded.
Half of it was guilt, the other half was the thrill of imminent success.
When the drug took effect, Uchiha Mikoto's resistance seemed so powerless against her physiological reactions… That night was the beginning of sin.
And what was even more ironic was that
afterward, Mikoto, immersed in immense pain and a sense of betrayal, under the influence of the drug and the huge psychological shock,
actually blamed herself for a part of it.
She thought that her husband's long absence had made her feel lonely and unbearable inside,
which led her to develop inappropriate thoughts about Di Yan, who was young, handsome, and with whom she spent every day.
She believed that she had committed such a shameful act while "unconscious."
The immense shame and guilt almost crushed her.
It was this distorted self-blaming psychology that gave Di Yan an opportunity.
He feigned deep affection and understanding.
Using flowery words and deliberate tenderness, he seized the opportunity.
When Mikoto was at her most vulnerable, most confused, and most in need of reliance,
yet dared not confide in anyone,
Di Yan became her only "confidant" and "understander."
Guilt, dependence, and the complex physiological sensations brought by the drug and her first experience… Under the intertwining of various factors,
Uchiha Mikoto, like a drowning person grasping at driftwood in despair,
gradually succumbed to Di Yan's carefully woven, poisonous trap of tenderness.
"Heh heh…"
Di Yan snapped out of his memories.
Looking at the shy and uneasy beauty in his arms, he tightened his embrace,
and lowered his head to press a kiss on her smooth forehead.
His voice was seductive, "How can you blame me for that? If you must blame someone… blame Sister Mikoto for being too beautiful."
"Just like a ripe peach, making one unable to resist taking a bite…"
Uchiha Mikoto's body trembled slightly in his arms.
She didn't know if it was because of his explicit words of love, or because of that period of inescapable shame and dependence.
She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings,
and finally, it only turned into an almost inaudible sigh,
allowing Di Yan's scent to envelop her.
In this opulent cage,
she was both a mother and a lover… 8. Revenge on Konoha; Dumas System
A moment later,
Mikoto's soft hand pressed against Di Yan's hand, which was wantonly exploring her chest, intending to delve deeper.
Her cheeks were still flushed with a lingering blush.
But her eyes held a hint of worry and scrutiny, looking directly into Di Yan's unfathomable eyes:
"Your Majesty… are you… did you… to Kurenai Yuhi…"
She carefully chose her words, her voice very soft, yet with certainty, "Did you make a move?"
As the de facto manager of Di Yan's harem,
although this title was never officially conferred,
all matters, big and small, of the entire harem, including newly "admitted" personnel, were implicitly arranged and managed by her.
She knew immediately about Kurenai Yuhi being "invited."
In fact, she herself had personally settled that woman, who still carried an unyielding expression even in her unconscious state,
in a luxurious but cold side hall not far from Di Yan's sleeping quarters to rest.
At this moment, thinking of the possible coercion that young, stubborn girl might have suffered,
Mikoto, as a woman herself,
felt an unspeakable heartache and a sorrow of shared suffering.
Di Yan's movements paused.
The playful smile on his face remained unchanged, even carrying a sense of natural frankness:
"Indeed. She is very important."
He didn't hide anything, his tone as calm as stating the weather, "This is just the first step, Sister Mikoto."
He withdrew the hand that Mikoto had pressed down, and instead wrapped it around her waist,
pulling her closer to him.
Di Yan's voice was low and full of calculation:
"By controlling the core disciples of ninja clans like Inuzuka Kiba and Aburame Shino, and then using Kurenai Yuhi as bait, we can lure Asuma and the three kids from Ino-Shika-Cho into the trap."
"By using the identities of these ninja clan heirs, we can make the major Konoha ninja clans hesitant to act."
"Even if we can't make them submit to me, we can at least make them remain neutral."
"It's a pity that Hinata Hyuga's personality is disliked by the Hyuga Main Family, and she has already lost her status as the Main Family heir. Otherwise, the Hyuga…"
"Konoha appears united, but in reality, it's a scattered mess, and will eventually be divided and dismantled by me one by one."
His eyes gleamed with a cold light, as if moving chess pieces on a board.
"Once these preparations are complete," Di Yan's voice carried a hint of cruel pleasure, "it will be time for us to seek revenge and settle old scores with Konoha!"
"Revenge!"
These four words were like a spark,
instantly igniting the dry tinder of hatred buried deep in Mikoto's heart!
Her body stiffened abruptly, then trembled violently.
Those gentle eyes, always filled with sorrow, suddenly became incredibly sharp and cold at this moment,
like a poisoned cold blade.
The deep-seated resentment erupted like magma, almost scorching her reason!
That night!
That hellish night.
She watched with her own eyes as her proud eldest son, Uchiha Itachi, with those cold, numb eyes,
plunged a blade into the heart of her husband, Uchiha Fugaku!
At that moment, her world had collapsed, her heart turned to ashes.
She had even given up resistance, only wishing to follow her husband… It was Di Yan!
At the critical moment, in a way she still couldn't understand,
he knocked her unconscious and took her away just before Itachi's blade could reach her.
When she woke up again,
she was already with more than twenty other equally bewildered and grieving Uchiha orphans,
on their way to the Fire Country's Daimyo's residence.
Later, from Di Yan's mouth,
she learned the full, bloody truth.
The Konoha higher-ups, Danzo Shimura of the Root, and their apprehension and conspiracy against the Uchiha clan.
The cruel choice forced upon Itachi between "clan annihilation" and "Konoha civil war."
And Itachi's pain of having to slaughter his entire clan with his own hands and bear immense sin in order to protect his younger brother Sasuke… Her husband's death was meaningless!
The sacrifice of the entire Uchiha clan was merely a victim of the dirty political struggles of Konoha's higher-ups!
And her two sons.
One became a rogue ninja burdened with blood debts, the other blinded by hatred, leaving his homeland!
Hatred!
Deep-seated hatred!
This hatred sustained her, kept her alive, and kept her by Di Yan's side.
She became an important pillar for him, stabilizing the rear and managing this palace, which was like a gilded cage.
She needed Di Yan's strength, she needed his promised revenge!
Thinking of this, the hatred in Mikoto's eyes almost materialized.
She tightly grasped Di Yan's arm with her backhand, her nails almost digging into his flesh, her voice hoarse with a resolute determination:
"The day Konoha is destroyed… I want to be there!"
"I want to witness the demise of those hypocrites with my own eyes! Your Majesty, please allow me to accompany you!"
"I am a ninja too! I also have the strength to fight!"
She wanted to witness Danzo Shimura and those Konoha higher-ups who forced her family to ruin, pay the price!
Di Yan looked at the burning flame of revenge in Mikoto's eyes, which was exactly the effect he wanted.
He nodded in satisfaction, his finger gently stroking her lips, which trembled slightly from excitement:
"Of course, Sister Mikoto. I will reserve your place for you."
However, his tone changed abruptly.
His other hand, with an irresistible force,
suddenly lifted the hem of Mikoto's loose, light-colored kimono!
Her smooth, jade-like skin and mature, graceful curves were instantly exposed to the cool air.