Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Although the situation with Hu Mei’Er was temporarily stabilized, Chen Mo dared not place his hopes on her.

Originally, Chen Mo planned to bring Luo Zhen and her group over after resolving the matter with Zhao Ji.

But the situation couldn’t wait for a change; it required bringing Luo Zhen and her group over in advance.

They were far less safe in Nanyang than being by his side.

At least with them by his side, he felt at ease watching over them.

Moreover, he had already advanced to First Grade, with the strength to provide protection.

However, he couldn’t personally go to fetch them as Bianliang was in a turbulent situation.

If he left the capital, who knew what might happen?

Moreover, with his current military position, he couldn’t leave the capital on personal whims without special reasons.

He needed someone to help, and this person needed to be strong.

After thinking it over, she was the only choice.

...

Chen Mansion, Second Residence (where Jiang Ruoqing lives, hereafter referred to as this.)

In a room with closed doors and windows, a green lantern was placed on the desk, and the sound of Mahjong tiles clinking was heard inside.

Ever since making the first Mahjong set, Chen Mo had craftsmen make a few more sets during his leisure time in Nanyang, and he brought them to Bianliang upon returning to court.

Chen Mo left a set in the back residence of Chen Mansion, but he hadn’t had time to teach Chun Lan and the others to play.

When he came to the Second Residence, Chen Mo brought a set and taught Jiang Ruoqing the basics.

Jiang Ruoqing was naturally clever; otherwise, the previous Sect Leader of the Su Nv Sect wouldn’t have taken a liking to her. She picked up anything quickly, so Mahjong was a breeze for her.

With the continuous rain over the past few days and more people in the residence, the bored Jiang Ruoqing called Zhang Ru and others over to make up a Mahjong table.

While playing and teaching, the group quickly understood the game.

Zhang Ru and the others were previously concubines of Hong Qianyan. Now in the Chen Mansion, without status, they dared not seek recognition, only hoping to keep their lives. Therefore, in their eyes, Jiang Ruoqing was someone they couldn’t afford to offend.

As former concubines, they were naturally shrewd, and in Mahjong, they were even more skilled than Jiang Ruoqing, yet they lost more often than they won, and all their wins went to Jiang Ruoqing.

However, with Jiang Ruoqing’s keen mind, she naturally noticed this, so she occasionally allowed them to win. Zhang Ru and the others had to win with the help, as it would be too obvious if they didn’t.

However, in this atmosphere, the entertainment value of Mahjong was greatly diminished.

Seeing it was already late at night, Jiang Ruoqing used fatigue as an excuse to end tonight’s game.

”Madam, this servant bids you goodbye. Rest well, Madam.” Zhang Ru and the others were still servants. Without status, they were lower than even servants because of their connection to Hong Qianyan, making them guilty by association.

Even if a servant was beaten to death, the owner wouldn’t be liable, but according to the Great Song’s law, they had to compensate the family with some silver.

But for them, no compensation was needed.

Jiang Ruoqing nodded.

Once they left the room, as the door closed, when Jiang Ruoqing was about to undress, a sound came from outside.

”Sir.” Zhang Ru and others greeted Chen Mo with a bow.

Chen Mo pulled Zhang Ru over and, in front of the other women, brazenly slid his big hand under Zhang Ru’s clothes and carefully groped around, saying, ”How’s the task the master assigned you?”

Feeling ashamed, Zhang Ru’s face turned red. She didn’t dare resist and instead pushed her chest forward to give Chen Mo better access, softly saying, ”It’s... all done...”

”Not bad. From now on, you will be the Head Shopkeeper of the Zhang Family’s industry,” Chen Mo chuckled.

Zhang Ru widened her eyes, realizing that Chen Mo intended for her to manage the Zhang Family’s business. With Chen Mo’s support, the old men of the Zhang Family dared not defy her, but she really wasn’t skilled in business.

Because of her good looks, the Zhang Family had long trained her as a bargaining chip to connect with the powerful, learning arts and how to please men.

Timidly, Zhang Ru murmured, ”Sir... I’m not capable.”

”No one is capable at first. Take it slow, and I believe in you...” Chen Mo lifted Zhang Ru’s chin and added, ”If nothing goes wrong, in less than a week, someone will come to assist you...”

Hearing this, Zhang Ru could only nervously nod.

Chen Mo withdrew his hand and then gave Zhang Ru’s behind a pat, joking, ”It’s been a while since we last met; it seems to have grown a lot...”

Zhang Ru knew what he meant and felt utterly ashamed.

”Alright, I’m done teasing you, all of you may leave,” Chen Mo said.

Hearing footsteps approaching.

Jiang Ruoqing, whose clothes were slightly undone, hastily buttoned up again and, feeling uneasy, looked toward the door.

It was so late, yet he came over.

What would happen tonight was self-evident.

Soon, the door opened, and seeing the Mahjong still on the table, Chen Mo smiled, ”Did you win or lose?”

Perhaps due to the tension of having to sleep with him, Jiang Ruoqing stood upright, awkwardly fiddling with her skirt.

She had a good figure, and her outfit was fitting. The long dress clung to her, accentuating her curves. Although not as voluptuous as Hu Mei’Er or Xu Miaozhen, or even Xiao Yunxi, it was still enviable for women.

The most striking feature was her cool yet not entirely cold face. Clearly nervous, she tried to appear calm. As Chen Mo approached, her eyelashes trembled, and she replied with a slight tremble in her voice, ”They let me win; it wasn’t meaningful...”

”Of course, you’re my Canary; they must respect you.” Temporarily forgetting his displeasure in the Imperial Palace, Chen Mo teased.

Finishing his words, he lay down on Jiang Ruoqing’s bed, hugging his head.

Jiang Ruoqing’s breathing quickened, perhaps knowing the situation was inevitable, she asked a question every woman would ask, ”Haven’t you already slept with Zhang Ru?”

Jiang Ruoqing was quite bold in speech, especially on matters like this.

If it were Xu Miaozhen, her face would have been half-red before she even spoke.

”It’s different; they can’t compare to you,” Chen Mo, speaking like a scoundrel, said.

But these words didn’t make Jiang Ruoqing feel touched; she playfully scolded with a slight blush, the voice barely audible.

Yet, Chen Mo heard her call him a rogue.

Chen Mo, unfazed, beckoned her and said, ”Come closer; I have something to tell you.”

Believing him, Jiang Ruoqing moved over.

As a result, Chen Mo swiftly turned, wrapping his arm around her waist and pushing her down onto the bed, pressing himself on top.

”Ah... umm...”

The scream hadn’t fully escaped when her lips were sealed by Chen Mo, his presence aggressively invading her mouth.

Her first kiss, gone.