Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Boom!

Upon hearing Chen Mo’s words, Zhao Fujin’s ears seemed to explode with a roaring sound, as if her entire body was swept by an electric current, her face instantly flushed, and her eyes misty.

Left for the future daughter-in-law...

These words, aren’t they the final response to her ”I’m not your someone”?

Zhao Fujin felt a tingle in her heart, and all her grievances vanished instantly. However, being an Empress, she couldn’t help but be a little proud, so she immediately said, ”What are you talking about... what daughter-in-law?”

”Why, don’t you want to be the daughter-in-law of my Chen Family?” Chen Mo looked at the blushing Zhao Fujin and laughed.

”You... wishful thinking.” Zhao Fujin said.

”Since you don’t want to, never mind.” As he spoke, Chen Mo reached out to touch the hair bun on Zhao Fujin’s head, saying, ”I’ll give it to a willing woman.”

But Zhao Fujin stepped back two paces, took off the hairpin from her head, and held it in her embrace, refusing to let Chen Mo take it back. She murmured, ”You... you already gave it, how could you take it back.”

”You don’t want it, of course, I should take it back.” Chen Mo feigned ignorance and said.

”Fool.” Zhao Fujin stomped her foot in slight annoyance, insisting he should know without her having to say it.

Chen Mo knew she was thin-skinned and didn’t push her further. He stepped forward and wrapped Zhao Fujin in his arms, then said, ”Since you’re holding my hairpin, you’re mine now.”

Zhao Fujin blushed and said nothing, tacitly agreeing.

With the beauty in his arms, Chen Mo held her face and kissed her again.

Perhaps because they had confessed, Zhao Fujin surprisingly allowed Chen Mo to slip his hand inside her clothes to measure his courage.

That night, neither of them was in the mood for cultivation.

Instead, they indulged in each other’s company.

Before long, they were kissing again.

Then, after taking a breath, continued to kiss.

As if they hadn’t kissed before.

Gradually, Zhao Fujin found herself closely intertwined with Chen Mo.

In a clearing in the bamboo forest, Zhao Fujin lay in Chen Mo’s arms, her hand resting on his chest, her face a deep shade of red.

If it were before, she couldn’t even imagine herself lying here in the bamboo forest of Shenxiao Temple, cuddled with a man.

Most importantly, the man had a flaw.

Looking up at the sky and the moonlight, Zhao Fujin suddenly grasped Chen Mo’s hand and said, ”Junior Brother, when you find Rama’s Remains and become a real man, I will tell my father about us, have him bless our marriage, then we can be together anywhere, anytime.”

Zhao Fujin’s mind was pure, not yet aware of the rift between the Xiao Family and the Imperial Family, nor did she think that the Imperial Family would clash with the Xiao Family one day.

Nor would she imagine that one day her mother would be banished to the Cold Palace.

Her grandfather would rebel.

She herself would be sent to the Desolate Kingdom for marriage alliance.

Upon hearing Zhao Fujin’s words, Chen Mo hesitated, ultimately deciding not to reveal his true identity to her just yet.

Her nature was quite innocent, and Chen Mo feared that if he told her now, she might turn around and tell Zhao Ji.

He nodded, as if to prepare her, and said, ”Senior Sister, I am hiding some things from you, but due to certain reasons, I can’t tell you yet. I promise, no more than twenty days, and I’ll tell you everything.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fujin remembered the past, assuming Chen Mo had other women and didn’t want to tell her now.

She felt somewhat jealous inside.

Even though she was an Empress of the Great Song and used to seeing men with multiple wives, she still felt uncomfortable about Chen Mo possibly having other women.

However, unless she gave up on Chen Mo, she would have to face it, so she kept telling herself to accept it, then nodded, saying, ”Junior Brother, as long as you don’t let me down, I’ll... I’ll go along with you.”

”Senior Sister...”

Chen Mo also felt deeply moved and kissed her again.

Time flew by quickly.

The two eventually had to part ways.

Since the Celestial Forest Garden was full of prying eyes, the two reluctantly separated while at Shenxiao Temple.

Zhao Fujin returned to Fengyang Pavilion.

Chen Mo left the palace.

Walking along the grand avenue of the Imperial City, with his Ancient Heavy Pupils activated, Chen Mo saw many sentries, even sensing a faint presence tailing him.

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow; he had noticed this presence since entering the palace.

It only disappeared after he entered Shenxiao Temple.

Unexpectedly, it appeared again now; clearly, someone was here to follow him.

Chen Mo maintained his composure, pretending not to notice. After leaving the Imperial City, he walked some distance until reaching Vermilion Bird Dao, where the presence finally vanished.

Or perhaps, it never disappeared at all.

As soon as he went out again, it would reappear.

Returning to the Chen Mansion, Chen Mo changed into a night suit, then snuck out of the mansion, heading towards the Imperial City.

Having been back for so long, if he didn’t see Ye Wanqiu soon, she would be displeased.

Besides, Chen Mo was confident that with his current skills, as long as he avoided Taihe Palace, sneaking into Ye Wanqiu’s Jingru Palace wouldn’t be a problem.

...

Meanwhile, when Chen Mo sneaked into the palace,

Taihe Palace.

”Your Majesty, after Chen Hong left Shenxiao Temple, he directly exited the palace and returned to the Chen Mansion.” Wei Xian quickly walked to Zhao Ji’s side, whispering in his ear.

”I know.”

...

At the same time, Jingru Palace.

It was late at night, and the palace maids had all gone to sleep.

The entire Jingru Palace had dimmed its lamps, with only a sliver of moonlight. Having possibly eaten something unclean, or for some other reason, Ye Wanqiu’s stomach churned, waking her from her slumber.

Because she played mahjong until late, Consort Yu also stayed at Jingru Palace, sleeping beside her.

To avoid waking her, Ye Wanqiu carefully got out of bed, taking a lit candle from the outer hall, and headed towards the lavatory.

Soon after Ye Wanqiu left, Consort Yu turned over, lying on her side, facing the inner bed.

Suddenly, the windowpanes opened softly.

A black shadow slipped inside, then cautiously turned to close the window.

”Meow...”

A sudden cat’s meow sounded. Chen Mo turned around, spotting a pair of emerald green eyes staring at him in the dark.

Spotting that it was only Fanqiu, Chen Mo waved his hand for it to leave.

Fanqiu obediently licked its paw and went to the outer hall.

Seeing this, Chen Mo turned his gaze towards the soft bed, where a beauty lay under the covers, seemingly asleep.

Chen Mo stifled a laugh, approached, leaned in, and gently patted her cheek from behind:

”Wanqiu, Wanqiu...”

Seeing she didn’t wake, a grin spread across Chen Mo’s lips. He removed his shoes and outer robe and got onto the bed.

Then he lifted the quilt and lay down himself, wrapping his arms around ”Ye Wanqiu” from behind, instinctively exploring with his hands.

But soon, he realized something was amiss.

Sizes didn’t match.