Chapter 403: Chapter 170 The Fallen Empress! Empress, Your Highness, I want them all!
Inside the grand hall, the soothing scent of incense wafts through the air.
The Empress’s delicate oval face flushes with a rosy hue, her eyes brimming with a dreamy sparkle. Her slender hands rest weakly against Chen Mo’s chest, yielding to his playful advances without a shred of resistance.
Or rather,
She has no intention to resist at all.
Under the influence of alcohol, her mind is blank, and her thoughts are muddled.
At this moment, she forgets their disparate statuses, forgets the dignity of the Imperial Family. Their hurried breaths and irregular heartbeats intertwine, casting aside all reason and constraint.
She feels as though floating in the clouds, yet simultaneously plunging into a bottomless abyss.
"It’s alright..."
"Being drunk doesn’t count..."
The Empress’s long legs uneasily rub against each other.
This feeling of breaking taboos fills her with both shame and an indescribable excitement, and she cannot help but part her lips...
Yet suddenly, Chen Mo lifts his head, abruptly halting the lingering atmosphere.
"Hmm?"
The Empress feels somewhat empty inside, gazing at him with misty eyes, bewildered as she asks, "Why did you stop kissing?"
Chen Mo’s lips curve into a smile, laughing softly, "Has Your Highness not had enough?"
?
The Empress snaps back to reality, her face instantly flushing with heat, and pinches him in embarrassment and annoyance.
"You little thief, teasing me again... mmm!"
Chen Mo leans down once more, silencing her further words, murmuring:
"I haven’t had enough either."
"Mm~"
From gentle spring breeze beginnings, it gradually turns more fervent and passionate.
Instinctively, the Empress grips tightly onto Chen Mo’s collar, feeling like a solitary boat in a vast ocean, ready to capsize amidst the raging waves.
Chen Mo’s hands rest on her slender waist, disappearing beneath the Palace Gown, brushing against the skin as smooth as jade.
"Mmm!"
A shivering numbness akin to an electric shock spreads, making the Empress’s body tremble suddenly.
As those large hands continue upward, her delicate body shakes more intensely. Just as they approach the curve’s edge, the Empress barely manages to pull herself from indulgence, using her last shred of sanity to push Chen Mo away.
"No, we can’t..."
The Empress pants heavily, her chest heaving, eyes wet as if ready to squeeze out water.
Looking into Chen Mo’s intense gaze, which seems poised to devour her whole... the Empress feels flustered, murmuring softly, "Little thief, you can’t bully me like this..."
Chen Mo takes a breath, suppressing his stirring desire.
He knows well that persisting further would lead to trouble, nodding, "I apologize for overstepping, Your Highness, please don’t take offense."
Hearing this slightly distant tone, the Empress feels inexplicably uneasy, blinking her apricot eyes, pitifully saying, "Little thief, are you angry? I’m... I’m just a bit scared... Can I give you a kiss again?"
As she speaks, she voluntarily pouts her lips.
?
Chen Mo is momentarily stunned.
He hadn’t expected the Empress’s drunk demeanor to differ so vastly from her usual self.
Transforming from the dignified Eastern Royal Palace master to a clingy, naive neighborhood girl.
If she remembers all this after sobering up tomorrow, who knows what she’d feel...
"Your Highness, kissing further might make your lips swell. If someone sees, what would be done?" Chen Mo spoke with amusement.
The Empress tilts her head in thought, nodding sheepishly, "That makes sense~"
Chen Mo shifts the topic, "Since Your Highness feels weary, let me give you a proper massage."
"Alright, then I’ll turn around..."
"No need."
Chen Mo straddles the Empress’s waist, gently kneading her shoulders and neck through the Palace Gown.
Meanwhile, solidified Glazed Flame emerges, continuously stimulating her acupoints.
"Feels so nice~"
The Empress senses her fatigue rapidly dissipating.
Indeed, the little thief’s massage technique is unparalleled, far superior to Sun Senior Palace Lady... If only she could keep him by her side forever.
Noticing the purple-gold glow in Chen Mo’s eyes, the Empress suddenly speaks, "Little thief, can you actually see through my ’Phoenix Golden Cloud Robe’?"
?!
Chen Mo pauses, pretending to be puzzled, "Why would Your Highness say so?"
The Empress rolls her eyes, snorting, "Don’t pretend. I’ve long suspected... You didn’t know my size, yet the underwear you made fits perfectly. And every time, through the Palace Gown, you find the acupoints accurately; most importantly..."
Chen Mo asks, "What is it?"
The Empress blushes slightly, "Whenever your eyes flash with purple light, you keep staring at my chest and waist, your breathing growing heavier..."
"... ..."
Chen Mo’s lips twitch.
He thought he hid it well, only to realize the Empress had figured it out long ago.
But unexpectedly, she doesn’t seem angry; instead, she puffs her chest, asking, "Is my figure truly so captivating?"
Chen Mo answers candidly, "Yes, it is."
The Empress follows up, "How does it compare with Ji Hongxiu and Yu Youhan?"
Now she’s competing with those two... Naturally, Chen Mo won’t fall for the trap easily, replying, "I haven’t seen the figures of those ladies, but I suppose in terms of allure, there might not be a woman in the world who compares to Your Highness?"
The Imperial Consort and Daoist Venerable are unmatched beauties, one cold and proud, the other charming.
In contrast, the Empress is more "luscious," an innate wifely sanctity, yet carries a youthful innocence.
The Empress’s cheeks flush, lips curling, "At least you have some sense, so I won’t hold it against you..."
At this moment, she seems to notice something, her brows furrow slightly, reaching out slowly—
"What is this..."
?!
Chen Mo’s expression shifts a bit.
The Empress initially appears puzzled, then suddenly realizes, hastily letting go as if handling a scalding hot potato.