Chapter 404: Chapter 170 The Fallen Empress! Empress, Your Highness, I want them all!_2
"You little thief, what are you daydreaming about again!"
"I didn’t mean to, it’s just that Your Highness is too enchanting..."
"..."
The Empress remembered what Chen Mo had said last time during the Heart Inquiry. She hesitated for a moment and then reached out again—
(O_o)??
Chen Mo stared at her blankly, "Your Highness?"
The Empress lightly bit her lip and said tremulously, "Did Ji Hongxiu and Yu Youhan also do it this way? If they can, why can’t I?"
Chen Mo’s throat moved slightly; is this a woman’s tendency to compare?
I like it!
...
An hour later.
The exhausted Empress had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Chen Mo used True Yuan to wipe away the traces on the small couch, looking at her serene sleeping face, feeling somewhat complicated.
From the very first meeting, their relationship had been riddled with misunderstandings, first accidentally pinching her bottom, then getting trapped in a cabinet, and even accidentally kissing in a carriage...
Any one of these incidents, by themselves, would warrant a beheading!
But the Empress only scolded him fiercely and never really punished him.
Not only that, she even favored him greatly, his promotion speed like riding a flying sword, even acts of harming colleagues were forcibly suppressed.
Every time she learned he was in trouble, she was extremely anxious, not only staying overnight in the palace but also having the Imperial Hospital Envoy personally treat him...
In fact, all signs had been there for a long time.
They were just subconsciously avoiding them.
Now, under the influence of intoxication and Heart-Seeking Incense, the last piece of modesty was finally torn away.
"If the Empress finds out about this, my head might really not be safe..."
Chen Mo shook his head and sighed.
But he did not regret it.
The Empress is beautiful, sweet, and he likes her, it’s that simple.
He is a common man by nature, never boasting of being a gentleman.
Every decision he made in the moment was a true choice from within, and facing one’s desires honestly is not shameful.
As for the consequences, he would bear them all.
"The core conflict between the Empress and Her Majesty lies in the battle for the country’s fate."
"One represents the interests of the Imperial Family, the other seeks immortality. Trying to make either side let go is impossible; if there were a perfect solution, it would be wonderful..."
Chen Mo fell into deep thought.
The Dragon Qi within him is the key to solving this problem.
If he could completely control the Dragon Qi, wouldn’t it aid Her Majesty’s cultivation while also stabilizing the Great Yuan Empire?
"The Martial Spirit formed after breaking into the Pure Yang Realm indicates that Dragon Qi can be controlled, it lacks only a catalyst or the level isn’t sufficient..."
Suddenly, he thought of something and immersed his mind in the Spirit Platform.
He was astonished by the sight before him.
The Golden Body Miniature was sitting cross-legged, with the vast cosmos behind him.
Among them, the Seven Dragon Constellations were all lit up, radiant starlight pouring over the miniature figure, emitting a sacred and solemn aura.
Between the seven stars, faint purple beams connected, sketching complex lines, vaguely forming a dragon’s silhouette, raising an elusive understanding in his heart.
"Stars as acupoints, Dragon Qi as muscles and bones; if ’flesh and blood’ are added, wouldn’t that mean the birth of a True Dragon?"
"But what exactly is this flesh and blood?"
Chen Mo focused his thoughts.
His intuition told him that if he could complete this ’True Dragon’, perhaps all problems would be resolved smoothly.
Dong—
Just then, the sound of a clapper rang from outside the hall.
Chen Mo came back to his senses and looked up, seeing the sky darkening outside, octagonal palace lanterns hanging high, their dim glow swaying in the night breeze.
Unknowingly, it was already the first watch of the night.
At this time, the palace gates were closed, and there was no chance of leaving.
Chen Mo glanced at the Empress who was sleeping soundly, pondered for a moment, then gently picked her up around the waist and walked towards the inner chamber’s bedroom.
Arriving in the bedroom, he placed the Empress on the crimson-lacquered and gilded Phoenix Couch.
After he covered her with the quilt, he prepared to settle down for the night on the small couch outside.
However, at that moment, the Empress’s lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.
"Little thief..."
"Your Highness, what is your command?"
Chen Mo leaned closer, listening carefully.
The Empress frowned tightly, murmuring indistinctly, "I forbid you from dying, you must not die..."
Chen Mo’s eyes softened, and he whispered, "Rest assured, Your Highness, I’m living well."
In the haze, hearing that familiar voice, the Empress subconsciously reached out and hugged him, muttering, "Good that you’re not dead, good that you’re not dead."
Looks like leaving won’t be easy right now.
So Chen Mo comfortably lay down beside her, pulling the Empress into his arms.
The Empress hugged his waist, resting her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, gradually calming down inside, her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxing.
"Your Highness, you’re the one holding onto me and not letting go, you can’t blame me..."
For safety’s sake, Chen Mo decided to leave some evidence, or else what if the Empress sobers up tomorrow and denies everything?
He took out an Image Stone from his Sumeru Bag.
Injecting True Yuan into it, it automatically started recording the surrounding scene.
"Ahem, Your Highness, look at the camera."
Chen Mo deftly lifted the Empress’s chin with his finger.
The Empress’s cheeks flushed pink, her eyes slightly closed, mumbling, "Annoying, don’t mess with me, I’m so sleepy..."
Chen Mo cleared his throat and began to narrate the disclaimer: "Your Highness drank too much and won’t let me leave, I am truly helpless..."
Before he could finish his words, the Empress mumbled, "So what? It’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed."
?!
Chen Mo’s expression froze.
When did he sleep with the Empress? He has no memory of it at all!
"Your Highness, you’ve had too much to drink, you’re starting to talk nonsense."