Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Chen Mo chuckled softly, unsure how to respond, and after a moment, said, ”Isn’t it because I missed you?”

Ye Wanqiu had a good temper, gentle like the spring waters of March, coupled with a meek nature, she even seemed somewhat acquiescent.

The previous events had scared her quite a bit. Now, hearing Chen Mo’s tender words, she gradually forgot about what had just happened. Her snow-white skin still held a tinge of blush as she whispered, ”Did nothing happen to you outside the palace?”

”What could possibly happen to me...” Chen Mo waved his hand behind him, the candlelight flickered, and he took out rouge from his robe to give to Ye Wanqiu, ”Wanqiu, this is a gift I specially picked for you, see if you like it?”

Chen Mo gave a light laugh and sat down by the bedside.

Ye Wanqiu glanced at it a few times, it was indeed a color she liked. Actually, she didn’t place much importance on things like rouge; what she sought was peace of mind.

She nestled in Chen Mo’s embrace, her jade hand resting on his chest, then looked up at him, ”As long as you’re safe, that’s the best gift for me.”

Chen Mo came to Jingru Palace so late, with the intention of close intimacy, and hearing her say this, how could he resist? He gently pushed her shoulder and then pressed her beneath him, starting from her neck...

Ye Wanqiu symbolically resisted a few times, seeing she couldn’t evade, she obediently cooperated, her eyes glimmering like spring water, and instead took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck.

Before long.

The curtains fell down.

”Wanqiu, where’s the stockings I gave you last time?”

”In the wardrobe.”

”Put them on.” Chen Mo got off the bed and fetched them, letting Ye Wanqiu put them on.

But after she put them on.

Rip...

Ye Wanqiu: ”...”

Isn’t this destructive?

There was a rustling sound, and then her entire body was stripped bare by him.

...

In the Maid’s Room of Jingru Palace.

Qing Shuang, as Consort Jing’s personal palace maid, was originally supposed to be with another personal maid, day and night, waiting in Consort Jing’s bedchamber for her summoning at any time.

But Her Ladyship was kind-hearted, and every evening she would send them off to rest, not allowing them to serve by her side.

When the thunder struck earlier, Qing Shuang was awakened by the noise.

Then suddenly hearing a scream, she couldn’t fall back asleep.

Because the voice came from Her Ladyship.

But since it was raining heavily, Qing Shuang thought Her Ladyship was frightened by the thunder, so she didn’t check.

However, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, worrying that if it wasn’t the thunder but something else frightening Her Ladyship, it wouldn’t be good.

After all, the palace wasn’t very peaceful at the moment.

Qing Shuang quickly got up to dress, took an umbrella, and headed towards Consort Jing’s bedchamber.

When she arrived outside the chamber, she saw a few lights on but no one around.

”Your Ladyship?”

Qing Shuang didn’t go in immediately; she raised her hand and knocked on the hall door.

The rain pattered on the eaves and Qing Shuang’s umbrella, the rain was heavy, and the wind was strong. Just standing outside for a moment, her skirt got dampened by the rain.

Seeing no response from inside, Qing Shuang guessed Consort Jing might not have heard, so she pushed the door and entered the hall.

Upon entering the outer hall, it became much quieter, Qing Shuang had just put down her umbrella when she heard some rather strange noises emanating from the inner hall, a mix of pain and pleasure.

This left Qing Shuang puzzled, ”Your Ladyship, are you alright?”

She spoke while drawing closer to the inner area.

Just then, the strange noises inside abruptly stopped, and after a moment, a somewhat hoarse voice with a hint of panic was heard:

”Qing... Qing Shuang, what’s wrong? Don’t come in, I... I’m going to sleep.”

Qing Shuang’s body halted behind the bead curtain, then she said, ”I heard Your Ladyship scream just now, thought something might have happened, so I came to check. Your Ladyship, what’s wrong with your voice? Are you ill? I shall go summon the Imperial Physician...”

”No need.” The reply came quickly, with urgency in the tone, Ye Wanqiu then said, ”I... I’m fine, no need to call the Imperial Physician...”

”You’re really alright, Your Ladyship?” Qing Shuang asked again.

”No, Qing Shuang... you may go rest.”

”Very well.”

Qing Shuang slowly put down the bead curtain in her hand without making a sound and then retreated.

Hearing no sound outside, Ye Wanqiu patted Chen Mo’s shoulder, signaling for him to release her.

But instead of complying, he pressed down again.

”You... mmm...”

Her voice was drowned out by the pouring rain outside.

On another side.

Back in the Maid’s Room, Qing Shuang collapsed to the ground as if all her strength was drained, her heart racing as if it would leap out of her chest.

Oh my god!

Qing Shuang could hardly believe her eyes. The moment she lifted the bead curtain earlier, she distinctly saw some clothes scattered on the floor, and one of the robes was clearly men’s...

Judging from the sounds she heard upon entering the hall, even if she had never experienced it herself, she could guess what was going on.

Her Ladyship actually...

Qing Shuang’s heart was in turmoil, her face turning from pale to red, increasingly deep red, even somewhat bewildered.

There were no other men in the palace besides Your Majesty.

The man could only possibly be an eunuch...

Her Ladyship was actually with an eunuch...

Qing Shuang found it puzzling; how could an eunuch wear such a robe?

”Shuang’Er, what’s wrong?” The maid sharing the Maid’s Room with Qing Shuang looked astonished at seeing her collapsed on the floor.

”No... nothing, I just checked on Her Ladyship and got startled by the thunder on my way back.”

Qing Shuang took a deep breath, deciding to keep what she saw just then to herself, not telling anyone.

As Ye Wanqiu’s personal maid, her fortunes were tied to her mistress, for better or for worse.

Besides, Ye Wanqiu treated her extremely well, and Qing Shuang would never betray her.

Lying on the bed, she thought about who that man could possibly be, having such audacity, daring to challenge Your Majesty...

...

Fengyang Pavilion.

Zhao Fujin had just finished bathing, actually it hadn’t been long, but with the wind and rain outside, and bathing being a pleasure, she lingered a bit, only leaving when the water was almost cold to get dressed.

Then, remembering something, she hurriedly found the brocade bag Chen Mo had given her.

Opening it, she took out the item inside.

Zhao Fujin was somewhat bewildered, ”Silk stockings?”

But the silk stockings were too long!

Zhao Fujin sat on the bed, fumbling to put what she thought were the silk stockings onto her feet, then stood up.

”Could it be I put them on wrong?” Zhao Fujin felt something was amiss, how could there be such long silk stockings?

But when she looked down, she seemed to notice something.

She felt her legs inexplicably seemed longer.

Moreover, the silk stockings’ sleekness and smoothness enhanced the beauty of her legs.

Recalling the expression on Chen Mo’s face when he told her to look at it later, Zhao Fujin’s face flushed instantly, and she murmured, ”You rascal...”