Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace Chapter 102 Silver Stockings

"Servant wouldn’t dare," Chen Mo prostrated himself.

"Wouldn’t dare? You sent this palace rouge, yet you say you wouldn’t dare? Do you not know that in the Great Song, a man giving rouge to a woman indicates a token of love?" Xiao Yunxi sat up, her voluminous skirts trailing elegantly behind her, her expression in those narrow phoenix eyes undefined.

"Your Grace, please forgive . Servant entered the palace from a young age and truly did not know that rouge had such a aning. Undoubtedly, I’ve offended Your Grace. I beg Your Grace for forgiveness."

Despite this, there was no fear in Chen Mo’s heart. From past events, he knew he could act intimately with her after the postnatal day and didn’t believe she would do anything to him over this matter.

Of course, he couldn’t directly say, "Yes, that is precisely what I ant."

"Raise your head," Xiao Yunxi said.

Chen Mo slowly lifted his head.

Then Xiao Yunxi looked into Chen Mo’s eyes, seemingly trying to discern sothing from them.

Soon after, she said, "You truly didn’t know."

Chen Mo shook his head and said, "Servant gifted the rouge to Your Grace solely out of gratitude for Your Grace’s kindness, and also hoping Your Grace would beco even more beautiful and earn the Emperor’s favor."

There was a slight hint of ambiguity in Chen Mo’s words, and he ntioned the Emperor to provoke her a little.

Sure enough, upon hearing Chen Mo’s last sentence, Xiao Yunxi’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, with a hint of resentnt in her eyes, imdiately thinking, anyway, the bond between us as husband and wife has long been dead in na only. Since you’ve wronged , why should I continue to rember you?

The mories of what her father told her that day echoed in Xiao Yunxi’s mind again.

It stirred up in Xiao Yunxi a determination to sever ties completely with Zhao Ji.

"You may rise." To be honest, Xiao Yunxi truly had no intention of doing anything to Chen Mo, even if he admitted knowing the aning of the rouge gift.

"Thank you, Your Grace."

Chen Mo stood up, glanced at Xiao Yunxi on the bed, a glint flashing in his eyes, and said, "Your Grace, servant truly intended no offense, with no other aning. If Your Grace finds it inappropriate..."

With eyes lowered, Chen Mo continued, "I shall dispose of all this rouge shortly."

Indeed, Chen Mo began to breathe faster.

Having said that, Chen Mo was about to turn and leave.

"Wait." Xiao Yunxi called out to him, saying, "Since you unintentionally offended and it was your heartfelt gesture, this palace shall accept it. After all, it’s already been purchased, destroying it would be wasteful."

"Bring it up for this palace to see."

"As you wish." Chen Mo carried the bundle forward, then crouched beside the bed and laid it on the bed, unwrapping it.

The rouge ca in a wide variety.

Xiao Yunxi was slightly taken aback by the dazzling array of rouge, then teased lightly, "You do have a knack for this."

"These are signature items the shopkeeper provided," Chen Mo said.

"And this hairpin?" Xiao Yunxi picked up a hairpin mixed among the rouge and asked.

"I thought it would suit Your Grace perfectly, so I bought it as well."

"Thoughtful indeed."

Xiao Yunxi put down the jade hairpin and then picked up the wrapped peach blossom petals, asking, "What is this?"

"These are Peach Blossoms. I plan to make Peach Blossom Soup for Your Grace later," Chen Mo said, changing his form of address from "servant" to "I."

Xiao Yunxi felt a warmth in her heart.

How did he know this palace loves Peach Blossom Soup?

Peach Blossom Soup was Xiao Yunxi’s favorite.

However, she knew that Peach Blossoms only blossod in spring, and now it was sumr.

So previously, she didn’t trouble Chen Mo with making Peach Blossom Soup for her.

But there wasn’t much doubt.

She had tasted it in the past as well, perhaps he found out through inquiries.

Nonetheless, obtaining Peach Blossoms in sumr must not have been easy.

Xiao Yunxi’s fondness for Chen Mo increased severalfold.

"Is this... silk stockings?"

Xiao Yunxi picked up the silver stockings, they looked sowhat similar to traditional silk socks but were much longer.

"This is the item I ntioned to Your Grace before, that can enhance the appearance of one’s legs. I had the Shangyi Bureau make it. This is a sample, called silk stockings," Chen Mo said.

"Oh." Xiao Yunxi held it in her hand, gently stroking it, showing interest.

"Perhaps I could help Your Grace put it on," Chen Mo’s voice suddenly husky.

Though the color wasn’t quite right, it was still silk stockings.

Chen Mo was sowhat impatient to see Xiao Yunxi put them on.

Xiao Yunxi nodded.

Then Chen Mo directly grasped Xiao Yunxi’s jade-like foot.

Although it was not the first ti Chen Mo had held her foot.

Still, every ti he touched her, Xiao Yunxi felt a tingly sensation in her heart, invoking an inexplicable longing.

Chen Mo dared a bit more, without Xiao Yunxi’s explicit permission, he got up and sat on the bed, placing Xiao Yunxi’s jade foot on his lap.

Lastly, he took a silk stocking and started sliding it up from the jade foot.

Unlike previous occasions, this ti the visual impact was overwhelming.

In this life and the last, it was the first ti Chen Mo put silk stockings on a woman.

Truly morable.

As the jade foot was slipped into the silk stocking, Chen Mo lifted Xiao Yunxi’s skirt.

Xiao Yunxi’s body shivered slightly, her long lashes fluttering, biting her red lips, with a few obvious head-tilting motions.

Chen Mo’s motions were gentle.

Allowing Xiao Yunxi to feel nothing but enjoynt.

Ankle.

Calves.

The stocking was longer than Chen Mo had intended, reaching up to the thigh...

Chen Mo didn’t ask for Xiao Yunxi’s permission to move up the thigh.

He simply rolled the stocking upwards.

In the past, whenever Chen Mo massaged Xiao Yunxi’s feet, he only touched her calves and feet, never her thighs.

Today was the first ti.

However, when his hand reached the inner thigh.

"Bang!"

A foot wrapped in a silk stocking kicked directly at his face, and Chen Mo was kicked off the bed.

Xiao Yunxi’s face flushed crimson, her delicate face seed as if a slight pinch could make water drip.

"You... you have such audacity."

"Your Grace, forgive , I... I didn’t an it."

"Get out."

"Your Grace, regarding the Peach Blossom Soup."

"Out."

"Understood."

Chen Mo still took the Peach Blossoms and left.

After Chen Mo left.

Xiao Yunxi, feeling the warmth left by Chen Mo’s touch on her thighs, couldn’t hide the embarrassnt in her eyes.

Her plump lips had even been bitten until they oozed blood.

...

Chen Mo stood outside the chambers for about a quarter of an hour, confirming Xiao Yunxi didn’t summon anyone to reprimand him, he felt sowhat relieved.

With the Peach Blossom petals in hand, he walked into the kitchen.

While Chen Mo was making the Peach Blossom Soup.

Xiao Yunxi, having fully put on the silk stockings, went to the dressing table.

In front of the full-length mirror, Xiao Yunxi looked at herself and murmured, "These silk stockings are perfect except for their sowhat ugly color."

She lifted a hand to touch her red lips, then went to the bed, taking the rouge Chen Mo gave her to the dressing table.

Sitting at the dressing table, Xiao Yunxi picked up the rouge and began to apply it.