Chapter 408: Chapter 171: The Empress’s Baby is Panic-stricken! Empress: Want to steal a man from me? _2
The Empress is too thin-skinned and has too many concerns. If he doesn’t take the initiative soon, their relationship might continue to be awkward like this.
From her reaction, getting her to honestly face her inner feelings is truly not that easy...
"Your Highness, I am really leaving this time."
Silence for a moment.
Chen Mo sighed helplessly and turned to leave.
The Empress leaned against the door, and once she was sure he was gone, she slid down weakly.
She squatted on the ground without any composure, hugging her knees with her arms and burying her cheeks into her elbows, her exposed earlobes were already burning hot.
"It’s over..."
"In the future, won’t I be bullied to death by him..."
...
...
After leaving the Imperial Palace, Chen Mo returned straight to the Chen Mansion.
Bai Lingchuan was dead, leaving the position of Fire Department Thousand Households vacant. Her Majesty the Consort and the Empress would definitely make a big deal out of this, and it was directly related to him.
On one hand, there’s Her Majesty the Consort who is sacred and inviolable in his heart, and on the other hand, the Empress who just expressed her feelings by kissing him.
He didn’t want to get involved in these troubled waters, so he decided to go home under the pretense of recuperating for a few days, and report to the Government once everything settled.
Chen Mansion.
In the courtyard, Chen Fu was watering the flowers with a kettle, humming a little tune.
Suddenly, a low voice came from behind him:
"Uncle Fu..."
?!
Chen Fu shivered, nearly dropping the kettle to the ground.
Turning his head, he saw Chen Mo had appeared behind him at some unknown point.
"Young master, you’ve returned?"
Chen Fu wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
The young master’s aura was becoming more and more restrained, completely undetectable, always appearing out of nowhere, sending chills down his back.
"Why are you the only one here? Where are the others?" Chen Mo asked.
Chen Fu replied, "The master went to Zuichun Pavilion to have a small gathering with Lord Shen, the lady has a tea party today with several noblewomen in the capital, but Miss Shen is here. She should be in her room now."
Saying this, Chen Fu hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "However, Miss Shen doesn’t seem to be in a very good mood."
Hearing this, Chen Mo furrowed his brows, "What happened?"
Chen Fu said, "Yesterday Lord Shen went to the palace to see Her Majesty the Consort, wanting to ask for a marriage between you and Miss Shen..."
A bad premonition rose in Chen Mo’s heart, "And then?"
Chen Fu shook his head and said, "I don’t know the specifics, but I heard that the Imperial Consort looked very displeased and severely scolded Lord Shen, telling him to put the bigger picture first and not always worry about personal affairs."
"..."
Chen Mo’s mouth twitched slightly, completely able to imagine the scene at that time.
Yesterday, Her Majesty had just snatched him from the Daoist Venerable, then had an incident in the palace due to him, and Shen Xiong went to propose marriage for him and Shen Zhixia...
It’s already quite restrained of Her Majesty not to slap Shen Xiong to death!
"I’ll go see Zhixia."
Chen Mo turned and walked towards the inner courtyard.
Watching his back, Chen Fu shook his head and sighed.
Shen Zhixia was obedient and sensible, and everyone in Chen Fu liked this "young mistress." If she could marry into the Chen Mansion rightfully, everyone would naturally be happy.
Unfortunately...
Now, Her Majesty’s attitude brought uncertainty to this marriage.
"It’s strange, actually. Both the Chen and Shen families serve Her Majesty, one in literature and one in martial arts, perfectly matched. If they were to unite by marriage, it would be beneficial with no harm to Her Majesty."
"Why is she so opposed?"
Chen Fu couldn’t figure it out no matter how much he thought.
...
In the side room.
Shen Zhixia sat in front of the window, looking down at the drawing paper in her hand.
The white Xuan paper outlined a tall and valiant figure, yet the face was carelessly drawn.
Looking at that sneaky face, she couldn’t help but laugh, but as she laughed, a bitter taste arose, and a misty water vapor filled her eyes.
"Brother..."
Knock, knock, knock—
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Shen Zhixia quickly put away the Xuan paper, took a deep breath, composed her emotions, got up, and went to open the door.
"Auntie, you’re back... Hmm? Brother Chen Mo?!"
Shen Zhixia was stunned.
Chen Mo pulled up a smile, "Why, are you surprised to see me?"
Shen Zhixia snapped back to her senses, threw herself into his arms, and said joyfully, "Brother, when did you come back?"
"Just now."
Chen Mo closed the door, lifted her by the bottom, carried her to the bed, sat down, and asked, "Have you missed me these days?"
Shen Zhixia wrapped her arms around his neck; her face blushed as she nodded, "Everyday, apart from eating and practicing, all I’ve done is thinking about you... How did the case you went to the Southern Border for turn out? Was it smooth?"
Chen Mo answered casually, "Not bad, I managed to kill a Sky Scale Guard Thousand Households, and incidentally executed the Seventh Heavenly Demon."
?
Shen Zhixia’s face was full of question marks, her mind a bit disoriented.
Chen Mo roughly narrated the events of his visit to the Southern Border.
Shen Zhixia’s expression gradually shifted from confusion to seriousness. When she heard that Chen Mo was trapped by an array and almost perished, her heart clenched.
Her delicate hands clutched his clothes, her fingertips turning slightly white from using too much force.
"You’re already a Deputy Thousand Households, why take such risks?"
"It was luck this time, with the Daoist Venerable’s help, you barely escaped safely. If anything had gone wrong, wouldn’t that..."
Shen Zhixia bit her lip.
The last Heavenly Human Martial Exam almost cost her half her life, and now he risked himself again. This bad brother is truly worrying!
Chen Mo held her slender waist, smilingly said, "Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. I wouldn’t want Chong’er, my little sister, to become a young widow."
"Ptooey, ptooey, don’t say such things!"
Shen Zhixia poked his chest with her finger, pouting, "Besides, I haven’t even married you yet, I’m not your wife..."
Saying that, she seemed to remember something and her eyes dimmed slightly.