Chapter 114: 114 Warmth

After listening to what Chen Mo said.

Ye Wanqiu was completely stunned.

He actually wants to overthrow the Emperor.

What kind of ambition is this?

“You… don’t you know this is a crime that would exterminate nine generations?” Ye Wanqiu said.

“Don’t we already count as such now?” Chen Mo pressed Ye Wanqiu beneath him and said, kissing her lips.

Ye Wanqiu’s eyes widened.

She was thinking of enjoying a bit of time until their relationship was discovered.

But Chen Mo was thinking about the long-term future.

Only by overthrowing the Emperor could they truly rely on each other forever.

Ye Wanqiu suddenly wrapped her arms around Chen Mo’s neck, her face burning: “I… want you.”

Her voice was like that of a mosquito, barely audible if not for Chen Mo’s keen senses.

Chen Mo was a bit dazed, unable to believe these words came from Ye Wanqiu.

Seemingly seeing Chen Mo’s doubt, Ye Wanqiu looked into Chen Mo’s eyes and said, “I am also resolved to stay by your side.”

This is a crime that would exterminate nine generations.

And Ye Wanqiu was declaring that she wanted to become his woman, to show her determination.

Because at the moment she became his woman, she would be considered among his nine generations.

Besides, Ye Wanqiu also wanted to unite her heart with Chen Mo’s.

Having said this, Chen Mo couldn’t hold back, glancing around, the doors and windows were already closed.

Like holding a princess, Chen Mo scooped up Ye Wanqiu and headed towards the chaise lounge.

As he walked, Chen Mo said, “Wanqiu, I need to tell you something else, I am not Chen Hong, my real name is Chen Mo, the Mo as in ink.”

“I see.”

“Hmm?”

“I always wondered how a long-time eunuch in the palace could know so much?” Ye Wanqiu teased.

“Actually… I am this person’s twin brother.” Chen Mo placed Ye Wanqiu on the bed, scratching his head as he spoke.

Ye Wanqiu’s eyes widened: “Then your brother.”

“Gone.” Chen Mo briefly recounted his background, but didn’t mention his transmigration.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqiu felt a moment of sadness, then leaned forward to kiss Chen Mo: “I’m sorry, I… shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s… it’s okay, it’s all in the past.”

Chen Mo took off his shoes and got onto the bed.

Then Ye Wanqiu gently crawled over, took a deep breath as though using all her strength, and started to untie Chen Mo’s robe.

This act of serving a man was something taught to her by the “matron” before entering the palace.

But Ye Wanqiu never expected.

She wasn’t untying a Dragon Robe, but…

After untying Chen Mo’s robe, an intense emotion welled up inside Ye Wanqiu. She untied her hair and rested her head on Chen Mo’s leg, gently rubbing it as she grasped Chen Mo’s hand, softly saying:

“In the southern country, red beans grow, in spring they sprout a few branches. I hope you, dear, gather more, for these are most dear for longing.”

What Ye Wanqiu recited was the love poem Chen Mo taught her two days earlier.

She had memorized it.

After speaking, she suddenly sat up, wrapped both arms around Chen Mo’s neck, and admitted softly, “Today, I, though plain and ordinary, wish to share the conjugal love with you, husband, and hope you will cherish me!”

After speaking, her dress slipped off.

Her alabaster-like figure was revealed before Chen Mo’s eyes.

Boom!

The drapes hung low, and the two embraced each other.

Love entwined.

…

As the night darkened, Ye Wanqiu lay in Chen Mo’s arms with tears of pain, gently patting his chest, and said: “Just like in the books.”

Chen Mo was taken aback, then said: “Did it hurt a lot?”

Ye Wanqiu shook her head, then buried her face in Chen Mo’s chest, shyly saying: “It felt like ascending to heaven.”

Chen Mo: “…”

He felt as if a wheel had rolled over his face.

“What kind of books do you read normally?”

Ye Wanqiu slowly raised her head, seeing the confusion on Chen Mo’s face, she shyly flicked the strands of hair stuck to her cheek from sweat and said, “Don’t you know that novels and biographies have quite detailed descriptions about men and women?”

Chen Mo: “…”

“What kind of books? Let me see, I need to critique them seriously.” Chen Mo said earnestly.

Ye Wanqiu, thinking he was serious, was about to get out of bed to fetch them.

But soon she furrowed her brows and collapsed back into Chen Mo’s embrace, coyly saying: “It’s… all your fault, you made me indulge…”

Chen Mo wanted to say if it was something he could control?

But seeing her look, Chen Mo felt very sorry.

Glancing at the sky outside, there should still be some time, so he said, “I’ll go to the kitchen to make you something to eat.”

He was about to get up as he said that.

“No, the kitchen has people; you’ll be discovered.” Ye Wanqiu had already sent everyone to the kitchen, and until she summoned them, no one was allowed to enter her bedchamber. She continued, “I know you need to go to Shenxiao Temple later; it won’t delay you, just hold me for a while longer.”

Chen Mo thought she misunderstood his intention.

About to explain, Ye Wanqiu blocked Chen Mo’s lips with her slender finger.

Chen Mo held her tightly, his hand gently stroking her hair.

Beautiful moments always pass quickly.

Chen Mo lowered his head and kissed Ye Wanqiu’s forehead, saying: “I’m leaving now.”

“Hmm.” Ye Wanqiu nodded.

Chen Mo got up, dressed, and, as he was leaving, he turned around and asked: “If Qing Shuang asks…”

“I’ll say I’m not feeling well.”

Chen Mo felt warmth well up in his heart.

This woman had thought of everything.

“Don’t worry, we will be together forever.”

Chen Mo left.

That night, in Shenxiao Temple.

Chen Mo no longer flirted and bantered with Zhao Fujin.

He was truly immersed in the comprehension of the Dao and cultivation.

Advancing rapidly.

However, seeing Chen Mo like this, Zhao Fujin pouted.

What was with him?

Ignoring her?

So when Chen Mo was taking a break, Zhao Fujin poked him with her finger.

“Hmm?” Chen Mo turned his head and looked at her in confusion.

“What Master taught just now, have you learned it all?”

Chen Mo nodded: “Yes, why?”

“…Nothing.” Zhao Fujin pursed her lips and said no more.

Because two days ago, Chen Mo would say what he didn’t understand and then let Zhao Fujin teach him.

Sometimes, even teaching hand in hand.

After cultivation, when the two parted, Zhao Fujin said: “Junior Brother, do you want to come to my bedchamber for some wine?”

“No, it’s already very late, it wouldn’t be good if we’re discovered.” Chen Mo said.

“Hmph.” Zhao Fujin stomped her foot and left.

Chen Mo: “…”

It’s not like having Ye Wanqiu means giving up on Zhao Fujin or anything.

But it really wasn’t appropriate this late!

Dragging his slightly tired body, Chen Mo returned to Weiyang Palace.

Just as he was about to head back to the Maid’s Room, he was called over by Xiao Qing’Er.

The Empress wanted to see him.

Except for seeing Chen Mo once in the morning, Xiao Yunxi hadn’t seen him at all throughout the day.

When it was time to sleep in the evening, she couldn’t help but feel that she couldn’t fall asleep without seeing him again.

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