"Chen Mo... what kind of person is he?"
Ling Ningzhi was sowhat confused.
She walked aimlessly, the noise gradually fading, and the environnt beca increasingly quiet. When she looked up, she realized she had unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the Chen Mansion.
Looking at the open door, she hesitated for a mont, then walked in as if driven by an invisible force.
In contrast to the external tumult, the atmosphere inside the Chen Mansion, at the center of discussions, was quite somber.
Upon entering the main hall, she saw Chen Zhuo sitting in the main seat, his usually sharp eyes unfocused, holding a tea cup with the tea long gone cold, yet he was oblivious.
He Yuzhi was beside him, her face also carrying an indelible worry.
Shen Zhixia was curled up on a chair, her eyes bloodshot, clearly having just cried.
"Qingxuan is here."
Seeing Ling Ningzhi walk in, He Yuzhi forced a smile.
"Mr. Chen, Madam..."
Ling Ningzhi had just started to greet them when Shen Zhixia ran up to her, hugging her soft waist, burying her face deeply into her ample bosom, and muffledly said: "Daoist, it’s been three days, brother still hasn’t co back. Do you think sothing might have happened to him?"
The night after the martial arts examination ended, a ssage was sent from the palace saying Chen Mo was in no life-threatening danger.
But what if he lost an arm or a leg, or had so hidden injuries?
After all, she had witnessed Chen Mo’s terrible condition with her own eyes, his spine broken, and if he were an ordinary martial artist, he might be paralyzed if not dead...
Ling Ningzhi shook her head and said: "Hundred Households Chen has Vitality Essence protecting him, plus the techniques of the palace’s imperial physicians; he will surely be safe... Even if sothing does go wrong, the palace would definitely send a ssage imdiately."
Shen Zhixia understood all these truths, yet as long as she did not see Chen Mo, her heart could not be at ease.
At this mont, Chen Fu walked in and said: "Master, Madam, those two young ladies have co again to inquire about the young master."
He Yuzhi sighed and said, "Let them co in."
"Yes."
Chen Fu responded and retreated.
Soon, two veiled ladies walked in. After paying their respects, they stood silently in the corner.
Since hearing about Chen Mo’s severe injuries during the martial arts examination, Gu Manzhi and Yu’er had co to the Chen Mansion every day to inquire about him. Conscious of their status, they would wait in the sedan chair until nightfall, departing only when the curfew began.
Looking at the won in front of her, all of different styles but each stunningly beautiful, He Yuzhi couldn’t help but shake her head.
This brat, causing so many girls to worry about him.
If he saw this scene, he would definitely feel quite proud...
Suddenly, He Yuzhi sensed sothing, abruptly looked up toward the door, a trace of a smile flashing in her eyes.
Imdiately afterward, a familiar voice echoed:
"What’s going on here? Why does everyone look so gloomy?"
?
Everyone turned their heads at the sound, seeing a tall figure walk into the hall, dressed in white, looking clean and elegant, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Wow, quite the gathering." Seeing their stunned expressions, Chen Mo chuckled: "What, not welcoming back?"
"Brother!"
Shen Zhixia snapped out of her daze, exclaiming as she threw herself into Chen Mo’s arms like a swallow returning to the forest.
Her small hands explored his body, ensuring he was unhard, and only then did she completely relax.
With her arms around Chen Mo’s neck, inhaling that familiar scent, tears shimred in her eyes as she murmured: "Brother, it’s so good you’re okay..."
Gu Manzhi also breathed a sigh of relief, instinctively moving forward, but ultimately held back, pulling back an eager Yu’er beside her.
Given her past actions, being allowed into the Chen Mansion was already an act of generosity. In front of Chen Mo’s parents, it was best to maintain decorum to avoid any aversion.
Chen Mo noticed the slightly uneasy duo in the corner, released Shen Zhixia, and approached them, openly spreading his arms to envelop both in a hug.
"Did you miss ?"
"We missed you a lot, a lot."
Gu Manzhi clasped the fabric of his garnt, her face buried in his shoulder, darkness in her heart dispelled, filled with contented joy.
Well, this is enough.
After a tight embrace with them, Chen Mo turned to Ling Ningzhi standing nearby.
"Chen Mo, don’t you..."
Ling Ningzhi looked tense, instinctively taking a step back, thinking this rogue was up to no good again.
But then she heard Chen Mo say: "There are no Immortal Materials on the second floor of the Heavenly Armory. If I get the chance to enter the third floor in the future, I’ll look again for you."
?
Ling Ningzhi was stunned.
Back then, she had told Chen Mo that her reason for participating in the martial arts examination was to enter the Heavenly Armory to search for Immortal Materials for Alchemy.
Did he actually rember this all along?
Looking into those deep eyes like an abyss, she awkwardly averted her gaze, softly saying: "What do you an by this? Why help without reason?"
Chen Mo’s lips curled into a smile as he said: "Well, because I am your... ahem, but don’t misunderstand, Daoist. This cos at an extra cost."
"..."
Ling Ningzhi glared at him, knowing all along he wouldn’t be so kind-hearted.
"You’ve hugged everyone else, shouldn’t the Daoist at least express sothing?"
Chen Mo quietly looked at her, not making the first move.
"As a Daoist, I am not like them, nor am I your confidante..."
Ling Ningzhi muttered, hesitating slightly, then took a step forward and hugged him.
However, her body kept a considerable distance, careful not to let her ample bosom brush against him.
Chen Mo didn’t mind these details, raising a hand to fondle her hair.
"Good girl."
His tone carried a hint of affection, just like praising an obedient little puppy.
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