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Chapter 329 - 148: The Empress’ Heart Inquiry Again! The Empress’ New World Gate!_2

Chapter 329: Chapter 148: The Empress’ Heart Inquiry Again! The Empress’ New World Gate!_2

"His Highness is very lenient with me..."

"What else?"

"His Highness is good looking, and has a generous bosom..."

"...Anything else?" The Empress’s pretty face flushed slightly.

Chen Mo was already dazed by the dense incense, speaking incoherently: "His Highness’s figure is perfect, big chest, shapely buttocks, soft and bouncy, feels great to the touch."

"?"

"Lips seem to be smeared with honey, so sweet to kiss."

"??"

"Also has sensitive skin, with surprising moisture output, truly the best of the best..."

"???"

"Stop, stop talking!"

The Empress didn’t expect him to speak so brazenly, her cheeks felt like they were on fire, she hurriedly extinguished the incense.

The whole ’Heart-Seeking Incense’ had nearly burnt out, leaving only a mere inch.

She waved her sleeve, a gentle breeze arose, dispersing the lingering scent in the air.

Chen Mo’s gaze gradually cleared up, recalling what he had just said, feeling somewhat apprehensive.

It’s over!

Said everything, whether right or wrong! This time, truly done for!

...

Silence descended in the great hall.

Chen Mo hung his head, uneasy, the Empress’s gaze shifted, feeling a bit guilty, neither spoke for a moment.

After a long while.

"Your Highness..."

"Chen Mo..."

Both spoke simultaneously, glanced at each other, then unconsciously averted their eyes.

An odd atmosphere permeated between them.

"Ahem."

The Empress reluctantly composed herself, cleared her throat, and said deeply: "Chen Mo, are you aware of your crime?"

Mr. Chen, with a spine full of pride, his knees went weak, decisively crouched down and pleaded, "Your servant spoke out of turn, I hope Your Highness forgives!"

The Empress remained expressionless, her voice cold: "Just a slip of the tongue? You dared to insult me... Even if I took you to the Western market square for beheading, it wouldn’t be too much!"

Though they say a gentleman judges by actions not intentions, but he touched and kissed, naturally he dared not argue... Bowing his head, he said: "I deserve ten thousand deaths, awaiting Your Highness’s divine judgement."

"Hmph, you definitely deserve death!"

The Empress glared at Chen Mo with hatred.

This little thief indeed has extreme audacity, his mind filled with filthy thoughts!

Yet seeing him bowing silently, the Empress’s gaze softened, changed the tone and said:

"Considering your great merits in saving the people of Linyang County from calamity, this time counteracting the fault, I won’t hold it against you, but be cautious with your words and actions in the future! If you dare to offend again, you will be severely punished!"

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your mercy."

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

He brought Jiao Rui back to Tiandu City to employ the imperial court against the Gu God Sect.

As for credit, he didn’t really care much from the start.

"Also..."

The Empress hesitated slightly, turned her head and said: "Consort Yu and Ji Hongxiu have special statuses, as a military officer of the court, keep your distance from them, no more, no more playing that with them..."

"...Yes."

Chen Mo responded.

But felt somewhat helpless inside.

It’s not like it’s up to me whether to play or not!

The Empress, needless to say, her power spans the ages, and that Daoist Venerable is also no easy character to deal with, pulling a single hair could almost be thicker than his waist, there’s simply no power to resist.

He felt like he was becoming part of the obligatory play for Da Yuan’s female dignitaries...

"Alright, you may withdraw." The Empress waved her hand.

"Your servant takes his leave."

Chen Mo bowed and retreated.

The atmosphere in the great hall returned to tranquility.

The Empress looked at the incense ashes in the censer, her gaze somewhat lost.

After a moment, she silently put away the remaining small piece of incense, stood up and headed towards the inner hall.

Passing through the palace corridor, she reached the inner chamber, standing before the floor mirror.

She reached out to undo her collar, the bright yellow phoenix robe slipped off, revealing her fair and delicate skin.

The red underwear embroidered with peonies lifted her heavy chest, the slender waist tightened into a curve, the small navel looked very cute, the voluptuous hips outlining a heart-stirring curve, like a ripe peach hanging on a branch, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

Her cheeks flushed rosy, eyes shimmering with light, vermilion lips slightly parting, showing a delightful shyness on the verge of speaking.

"Do I really have a good figure?"

The Empress examined herself in the mirror.

She always felt herself a bit too plump.

Not only cumbersome, but also unappealing in clothes, a properly good outfit would look different on her, giving an impression of lacking decorum, so she usually wore loose palace gowns to cover her figure tightly.

Unexpectedly, it made that little thief so captivated...

Although reluctant to admit, in her heart, she actually enjoyed it a bit...

"Compared to Yu Youhan and Ji Hongxiu’s shamelessness, I’m practically nothing!"

"What does it matter if we kissed?"

"It’s better than them playing Ink Treasure!"

The shadow accumulated over the past few days vanished completely.

The Empress weighed her large grapefruit, secretly compared in her mind, feeling those two women were inferior, her mood instantly brightened a few notches.

"But speaking of which, I can somewhat understand playing Ink Treasure... But what does playing with ink mean?"

The Empress pinched her round chin, sinking into thought.

Maybe, next time Chen Mo enters the palace, I’ll ask him to study it together?

It’s solely to stabilize Da Yuan’s destiny, preventing Chen Mo from being lured by traitors, definitely not my own desire to play!

Yes, that’s it!

...

Frozen Sky Palace.

Yu Youhan leaned against the Consort’s Seat, her long legs hidden under the simple long skirt, pink bare feet translucent.

Xu Qingyi stood behind her, holding a sandalwood comb, tidying her cascade of black hair.

Yu Youhan raised her left hand, looked at the faint red mark on her wrist, her eyes complex.

Previously, she tried many methods, wanting to escape the red silk’s hold, all ending in failure... This red silk seemed to be a power surpassing the Law, even though she was powerful, she was utterly helpless.