Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law Chapter 447: Xu Ying: Defying Heaven

Truth be told, Chen Mo indeed has a fondness for beauty; the rumors of his lustfulness are not unfounded.

But while he is lustful, he is not in haste; he has enough restraint. Otherwise, he would have taken action the day Xu Ying and Princess Zhaoqing moved into the Copper Sparrow Garden instead of waiting for more than half a month.

Now, it is ti to start indulging.

After dining at the Marquis Mansion, Chen Mo moved towards the Copper Sparrow Garden.

Initially, upon hearing Xiao Yunxi’s words, Chen Mo intended to go directly to find Princess Zhaoqing.

But as he reached the entrance of her courtyard, Chen Mo paused—such actions would be inappropriate.

Consider this: Xiao Yunxi had just visited her during the day and said those things, and now he’s going in the evening.

The first impression would be that Xiao Yunxi was sent by Chen Mo specifically to persuade Princess Zhaoqing, with too clear an agenda.

Although Chen Mo need not worry about such matters, when victory is close at hand, there is no rush at this mont.

However, having arrived at the Copper Sparrow Garden, returning without entering would seem odd.

Chen Mo pondered for a mont and proceeded to Xu Ying’s secluded residence.

...

Unlike Chu Ran’s daily fears and concerns, Xu Ying has felt relatively comfortable over the past half month, as she’s prepared herself for "submission" to Chen Mo.

With this mindset, Xu Ying swept away her previous lancholy after being demoted to slave status, seemingly returning to her lofty position as Empress Xu, commanding maids to do various tasks.

At the mont, she is dressed in a scarlet gown, her hair elegantly styled, sitting at the vanity, enjoying the maid’s shoulder massage with peace of mind.

This is her habit from the palace—after the shoulder massage cos the makeup removal and washing.

"Marquis."

At this mont, another maid’s voice sounded from outside.

The maid was fetching hot water for Xu Ying’s washing and happened to bump into the approaching Chen Mo.

"Where is the Xu Clan?" Chen Mo asked.

Although Xu Ying was once an empress, she was deposed and demoted to slave status, becoming a lowly female musician. Facing the outside, Chen Mo naturally referred to her by her surna.

"Replying to the Marquis, the Noble is inside." The maid replied.

"What are you doing?"

"The servant is fetching hot water for the Noble to wash." The maid replied.

"It’s not needed for now; you may leave first."

"Yes."

The voice from outside reached inside, causing Xu Ying, seated at the vanity, to panic.

Though ntally prepared, when truly faced with this mont, how could she not be nervous?

Now that it’s evening and he’s co here, what might happen is all too clear to Xu Ying.

Xu Ying stood up as the door was pushed open, and a tall figure entered.

"Marquis." The maid who had been massaging Xu Ying’s shoulders imdiately greeted Chen Mo respectfully.

Chen Mo nodded.

The maid, perceiving the situation, withdrew after her greeting and closed the door.

With the maid’s departure, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned oppressive.

Xu Ying’s heart beca flustered, and she quickly bowed: "The guilty Xu Ying greets the Marquis of Pingting County."

Just as she half-squatted, she felt a force lifting her up: "Empress, there’s no need for formalities."

Xu Ying was stunned, slightly raised her head, and under the candlelight, she could clearly see Chen Mo’s face up close. She felt a slight joy in her heart; this man was younger than the Emperor and looked as heroic as rumored, a genius blessed by the heavens. Her desire beca even deeper, yet on the surface, she feigned surprise: "Marquis, the guilty one is a convict, no longer an empress."

"Rember, whenever you and I are alone, you will be the Empress." Chen Mo guided Xu Ying to sit back down at the vanity, placed his hands on her shoulders, and gazed at the beautiful face in the Copper Mirror, saying: "Empress, don’t lower your posture."

Xu Ying: "..."

She couldn’t help but widen her eyes, surprised by Chen Mo’s intentions.

But she quickly understood.

Chen Mo picked up the jade hairpin she had just taken off from the vanity and inserted it back into her elegant hair bun. Then his hands returned to her shoulders and slipped into her collar, grasping the figure that only the Emperor could explore.

Xu Ying’s delicate body stiffened as if electrified, her heart crying out: "Defying...the heavens."

Calling her Empress while acting so indecently—isn’t it defying the heavens?

As Chen Mo grew more brazen, Xu Ying’s body gently trembled, her legs under the skirt seeming to draw closer. She didn’t resist, she could only say: "I implore the Marquis... to show restraint."

Chen Mo pulled out the obstructive undergarnt from her dress and threw it before Xu Ying, disregarding her words and saying: "Empress, could you tell what’s been happening recently in the Capital."

No spy’s report can compare to the clarity provided by the person involved.

In the warming weather of May, Xu Ying’s graceful and noble face seed to be enveloped by a rosy aura, a few strands of hair hung down her temples, already showing so crystalline sweat beads under the lamp’s illumination, exuding a tempting allure; her sandalwood mouth involuntarily opened and closed.

"Marquis, this is... too audacious." Given her current status, she shouldn’t be allowed to speak of audacity, but since Chen Mo instructed her to continue as Empress, referring to himself as Minister, what could he possibly intend? Playing a ga of the minister humiliating the Empress—if not audacity, what is it?

Having co from a distinguished Xu Family and educated in Confucian rites, Xu Ying believes that as a Marquis, Chen Mo, and the Grand Commandant of the dynasty, should not be acting so unruly.

Chen Mo was unafraid; this Linzhou was his territory, and he had no fear of word spreading. Calling Xu Ying Empress was his prerogative, even referring to himself as ’I,’ he had no concerns.

"Doesn’t the Empress enjoy this?" Chen Mo lowered his body, with his chin resting on Xu Ying’s fragrant shoulder, left cheek pressed against her right, continuing his caressing task.

Xu Ying didn’t fully understand Chen Mo’s character, but his audaciousness was sothing she could confirm in her mind, thus fearing that expressing disapproval could anger him, she could only squeeze out the word "enjoy" from her teeth.

This response from Xu Ying surprised Chen Mo sowhat, as he’d expected her to feign ignorance.

In terms of beauty and figure, she couldn’t match Xiao Yunxi.

Yet, at least at this mont, to Chen Mo, Xu Ying was far beyond all others.

Such is the ntal joy brought by status.

The lingering scent of a beauty’s hair mingling with her clothing captivated Chen Mo, causing his mind to flutter slightly.

He helped Xu Ying stand and, hugging her ample figure from behind, led her to bend forward: "It seems the Empress has already accepted the current situation."

"What...what are you planning?" Once an empress, she had never engaged in such humiliating acts.

"I wish to show the Empress the celestial Immortal Realm." Chen Mo softly breathed near her ear before continuing: "Empress, it’s ti for you to tell about the recent events in the Capital."