Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Wu Xin’Er clasped her hands behind her back, looking at Chen Mo with sparkling eyes, as if asking, how is it?

The moonlight shone through the window, and under the bright moonlight, the light inside the attic wasn’t too dim. Dressed in a light blue long dress, Wu Xin’Er stood gracefully in front of him. The night was slightly chilly, and her chest rose and fell with each breath. Perhaps because Chen Mo had been looking at her for a long time, a hint of blush appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes under her long eyelashes were slightly lowered.

Chen Mo pulled her into his arms, sat down by the bed, let her sit on his lap, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, buried his nose in her hair, sniffed the faint fragrance, and said:

”When I was a child, I also longed to have my own little world, to decorate it the way I liked, with plush toys and snacks all around, but often I hid under the bed, avoiding my parents’ search. This place of yours now, is just like what I dreamed of as a child.”

Although Wu Xin’Er didn’t quite understand what the plush toys Chen Mo mentioned were, it didn’t affect her understanding of what he meant. She said, ”Since I became sensible, the family arranged a tutor to teach me reading and writing, and then a martial arts instructor to teach me martial arts. I hardly had any rest time in a day, and I was not allowed to go out every day, so I tried every means to escape...”

”Haha.” Chen Mo chuckled twice and said, ”Instead of studying well, I just thought about skipping class.”

Saying this, but he was the same.

”Two hours of reading and writing every day, three hours of martial arts practice, but I could often finish it in less than half the time, and the empty time was really boring, so...”

Chen Mo: ”...”

He was completely distracted because he couldn’t concentrate on studying; he was no match for someone like Wu Xin’Er, who could grasp what the teacher taught in a day in just ten minutes.

”Oh, right, the swing...” Wu Xin’Er suddenly stood up from Chen Mo’s arms and, holding his hand, said excitedly, ”When I was a child, my father built a swing for me in this valley. Since I grew up, I haven’t played on it, and gradually forgot it. Now that I think of it, I wonder if it’s still there after all this time?”

Wu Xin’Er stared straight at Chen Mo, with a hint of girlish anticipation in her eyes, gently shaking his arm: ”Husband, come with me to take a look.”

How could he, as her husband, refuse her little act of coquettishness?

Accompanying her out of the attic, they walked deep into the valley.

Winter had passed not long ago, but it hadn’t taken away the cold. It was cold in the valley at night, but both of them were martial artists, unafraid of the chill.

They walked for about half an hour when Wu Xin’Er suddenly shouted, ”It’s still there, Husband, look, the swing is still there.”

Wu Xin’Er was as happy as a child, running over.

Chen Mo walked under the swing frame. The hemp rope used was very sturdy, still solid after all this time, and the wooden board was quite thick as well.

He looked up, the tree trunk was thick, and it could still swing, so he smiled and said, ”Xin’Er, come here.”

Wu Xin’Er seemed a bit shy, being so grown up and still playing with such childish things, but her heart leaped with joy. She glanced around, seeing no one, then slowly walked to the swing and sat down, holding onto the hemp rope. With a gentle push from Chen Mo at her back, she started swinging.

Squeak...

A bit of tree dust fell from above; the swing hadn’t been used in a long time, making a slight noise.

Chen Mo brushed away some tree dust from Wu Xin’Er’s hair and then gently pushed, reminiscing, ”I remember from childhood until now, I don’t think I’ve ever sat on a swing.”

He was a rural kid, his childhood spent running wildly in the fields, with his mother chasing after him with a broom, and sometimes falling face-first into the mud.

Wu Xin’Er heard this and, after a few swings, sat down to have Chen Mo take a turn while she pushed.

”No need, let’s swing together.” Chen Mo hugged her into his arms, sitting on the swing board. Because it was a swing built for childhood use, the board wasn’t far off the ground, and with his legs extended straight, he could touch the ground, gently kicking to swing.

Chen Mo held Wu Xin’Er tightly.

From the close bodily contact, after just a few swings, Wu Xin’Er’s face turned red. Thinking about how she was tired after he came back last night and didn’t continue, she bit her lip, whispering, ”Husband, it’s getting late, let’s go back and rest.”

Chen Mo didn’t answer. His hands, previously wrapped around Wu Xin’Er’s waist, moved, one holding the ropes and the other sliding up her waist, resting on her bodice.

”Mmm—”

Wu Xin’Er nearly lost her balance on the swing, almost falling off. Suddenly like she lost all strength, she leaned limply into Chen Mo’s arms, her face flushed, stammering, ”Husband... not here, let’s go... go back.”

”Is the swing already over?”

”No more swings.”

”Let’s swing a bit more.”

”No...”

”Be good.”

”...Mm...”

”Good girl.” Chen Mo turned Wu Xin’Er around, kissed her red lips, and soon, her eyes were full of spring tenderness, filled with misty tears.

Chen Mo didn’t embarrass her by doing anything wild in the open. Instead, he carried her in a princess embrace towards the attic on the valley wall.

In no time, Chen Mo carried her to the attic, placing her on the bed on the second floor. Along the way, Wu Xin’Er was in a bit of a daze, absent-minded. Once she felt the bedclothes and pillow, she remembered the gift her father had given her hadn’t been opened. She asked Chen Mo to take it and have a look.

Opening the wooden box, inside was a finely crafted Unity Lock, with words engraved on both sides, one side with ”Xin” and the other with ”Mo”, along with the couple’s birth dates.

Seeing the gift, Wu Xin’Er was slightly startled, inexplicably, tears welled up in her eyes.

This was a gift made with deep thought, prepared in advance, certainly requiring a lot of effort.

It should be known that from the time her marriage was arranged to the wedding, it was only a matter of ten days, and by the time it reached her father’s ears, it was five or six days.

For it to arrive at the Wu Family by now, it took less than twenty days, subtracting the travel time, about ten days.

To manufacture such a beautiful Unity Lock in ten days was already not easy.

”Your father-in-law is quite impressive. In his younger days, he must have been a very romantic person.” Chen Mo looked at the Unity Lock and smiled.

Wu Xin’Er nodded, clinging tightly to the Unity Lock, saying, ”Husband, where do you think we should lock this Unity Lock?”

”It should be a place full of Spiritual Qi.” Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, ”Gingko trees symbolize enduring love. Let’s lock the Unity Lock on the gingko tree.”

Wu Xin’Er nodded, finding it extremely romantic.

In this situation, Wu Xin’Er could hardly suppress her inner feelings, biting her lower lip, softly saying, ”I will serve my husband to sleep.”