Chapter 426: Chapter 175: Is the Empress jealous? Nasty little thief, don’t mess around in front of Zhu’er!_4
On the scene, only two old men were left staring at each other.
"Is Lin Jingzhu and Chen Mo actually in such a relationship?" Eunuch Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, musing inwardly, "No wonder Chen Mo and Consort Yu are entangled, yet His Highness still values him so much, turns out he’s one of their own..."
"How is that possible?" Zhong Lihe was full of confusion, "I saw with my own eyes him being devoured by the Blood Tide, and he didn’t die?"
Eunuch Jin rolled his eyes at him and said irritably, "If your eyes are no longer functioning, donate them early. If you hadn’t reported false military information, would we be in such a big mess?"
"..."
Zhong Lihe’s old face turned red, unable to understand it no matter how hard he thought.
He was sure he hadn’t seen wrong; could this kid actually traverse the void?
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Yangxin Palace.
Lin Jingzhu lay on the bed with her eyes tightly closed.
Li Wanjun sat at the bedside, her fingertips glowing with radiance, continuously entering Lin Jingzhu’s body. Her pale complexion visibly grew rosy.
After a cup of tea’s time.
Li Wanjun cut off the radiance, stood up, and said, "Reporting to Your Highness, Miss Lin’s body is not in serious condition. She just hasn’t eaten or drunk for several days, and combined with her emotional fluctuations being too great, she is exhausted mentally and physically, hence the coma."
"Once she wakes up, after a few days of good recuperation, she’ll be fine."
Only then did the Empress let out a sigh of relief and nodded, "That’s good."
Li Wanjun curiously glanced at Chen Mo and said, "Moreover, the Chill Toxin in Miss Lin’s body has clearly lessened. Mr. Chen indeed has some methods. At this rate, it won’t be long before she fully recovers."
The Empress was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you, Li Yuanshi, you may leave now."
"Yes."
Li Wanjun responded and withdrew.
The room fell into silence.
The Empress looked at the unconscious Lin Jingzhu, biting her lip lightly, and suddenly asked, "Chen Mo, tell me honestly, do you actually like Zhu’er?"
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Chen Mo was somewhat caught off guard, "Why would Your Highness say such a thing?"
The Empress said in a low voice, "Some days ago, Jinyun came to me, wanting to seek a betrothal gift for you and Zhu’er."
Hearing this, Chen Mo was stunned, "Did Your Highness agree?"
The Empress shook her head, "I immediately refused, but now thinking about it, you and Zhu’er seem to be a good match: a talented man and a beautiful woman, well-matched in status. She has a deep affection for you..."
At this, she clenched her clothing hem and gritted her teeth, "If you also like her, I... I am willing to fulfill you both."
Hearing this, Chen Mo remained silent for a long time.
"See, he really does have feelings for Zhu’er..."
"Forget it, it’s a destined doomed romance. The more you procrastinate, the more chaos it causes. It’s better to just let go; it might actually be fulfilling for Zhu’er..."
The Empress felt a sharp pain in her heart, and a sour, bitter taste spread.
As the Eastern Palace Empress, from the moment she stepped into this deep palace, she was tightly bound by its towering walls.
Chen Mo’s appearance indeed brought some color to her stagnant life, and deep down she once had unrealistic hopes.
However, now she clearly realized, it was all nothing but an illusion, a fleeting joy, and afterwards, she would have to return to this desolate reality... perhaps, this was her fate?
At this moment, Chen Mo walked up to her and softly asked, "Your Highness is always thinking of fulfilling others, have you ever thought about fulfilling yourself?"
The Empress turned her head slightly and said, "I don’t understand what you’re saying."
Chen Mo didn’t say much more, he cupped that fair and tender face with his hand.
The Empress’s eyes flashed with a hint of panic, her hands resting on his chest, stammering, "You, what are you trying to do? I warn you, don’t mess around, Zhu’er is still here..."
"Mmm!"
Before finishing her words, Chen Mo had already bent down and kissed her.
The Empress’s doe eyes widened, her face flushed, she bit her teeth tightly, unwilling to let him have his way.
But this was only a piece of cake for Chen Mo.
His hands slowly slid down her back, brushed past her slender waist, and pressed on the round, perky curve.
Fingers pressed down—
"Mm~"
The Empress’s body trembled violently, and she involuntarily let out a soft moan.
In the moment her lips parted slightly, Chen Mo took advantage of the opening.
The Empress seemed to have her bones drawn out at that moment, weakly leaning in his arms, her mind dizzy, tilting her head back to let him do as he pleased.
Their rapid breaths intermingled, the air was filled with an ambiguous and entwined aura.
After a good half a quarter of an hour, Chen Mo finally lifted his head.
"Huff—"
The Empress’s delicate chest heaved, gasping for breath, her phoenix eyes misty.
Chen Mo said with a smile, "Your Highness likes to be tough, but is very soft when kissed."
The Empress glared at him in shame and anger, gritting her teeth, "You shameless little thief, who let you kiss me? In front of Zhu’er, behaving so wantonly, what do you take me for?"
Chen Mo blinked, "Baby."
The Empress: "..."