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The Empress felt these words sounded strange, but couldn’t imdiately pinpoint the problem.
"What ti is it now?" the Empress inquired.
Chen Mo glanced at the sky and guessed, "It should be around 9 a.m. Is Your Highness planning to get up?"
"There’s no rush, it’s still early after all. I’ve finished all the morials these past few days, I can sleep a little longer." The Empress’s voice was soft and gentle as she leaned into Chen Mo’s arms, her eyelids fighting to stay open.
She wasn’t lazy by nature, on the contrary, she was extrely diligent.
But for so reason, whenever she’s with Chen Mo, she becos completely languid, snuggling against him and not wanting to move even a finger.
"Stop sleeping, the sun’s already shining on your butt."
Clap—
Chen Mo raised his hand and gently gave it a pat.
The rounded curve quivered lightly, causing ripples to spread.
"Mmm~ Annoying..."
The Empress parted her rosy lips with a soft moan, her body shifting uneasily.
Chen Mo’s hand didn’t move away but slowly moved towards the fuller part—
The Empress suddenly opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed red, and held down his mischievous hand, glaring at him with feigned anger.
"You naughty little thief, don’t be insolent with !"
"But last night, Your Highness was asking not to stop..."
"I was saying ’don’t’ ’stop’. Who told you to hear it as one phrase?!"
"..."
With Chen Mo’s antics, the Empress was now fully awake, hugging the thin quilt and eyeing him warily.
Chen Mo shook his head, smiling bitterly, "What exactly is Your Highness worried about?"
Though their relationship was already so intimate, they never made that final step.
Every ti they reached a mont of passion, the Empress would suddenly pull back, as if there was sothing she feared.
"I... just am not ready yet."
The Empress bit her lip lightly and said in a low voice, "After all, I’m the Eastern Palace Empress, so boundaries cannot be crossed easily... Besides, when Chu Yanli returns, if she discovers any clues, it could lead to a great disaster..."
"Chu Yanli?"
Chen Mo furrowed his brow.
The na sounded familiar, but for the mont, he couldn’t rember who it was...
"In Tiandu City, no one dares to call her by her full na, so it might seem unfamiliar. However, if I ntion another na, you’ll know..." the Empress cleared her throat and said, "Princess Xuanhuang."
?!
Hearing this na, Chen Mo suddenly rembered.
Princess Chu Yanli, originally "Princess Anle," was displeased with this title upon coming of age and without going through the Ministry of Rites, she renad herself "Xuanhuang."
Such disregard for convention, yet the Emperor still agreed to it.
"With Chu Yanli’s temperant, she would never allow the Imperial Power to fall into others’ hands. If she finds out about the affair between us, she might go to any lengths to eliminate this threat."
A flicker of worry passed in the Empress’s eyes.
This was her most persistent concern.
Sowhat curious, Chen Mo asked, "How strong is the Princess really?"
In the original storyline, it only ntioned that the Princess [Proved Dao with Martial Arts, wielding the "Heavenly Decree Seal," personally leading troops to suppress the Southern Barbarians], but her appearances were limited.
Even when the Three Saints breached the pass and besieged Consort Yu, she stayed seated at the Imperial Palace, unmoved.
To her, besides dealing with Yu Youhan, there seed to be more important matters at hand...
Darn the production team for leaving loose ends, truly frustrating...
"Very strong."
"Due to the presence of the Heavenly Decree Seal, she possesses the Power of National Fortune, which cannot be judged by common logic."
At this point, the Empress seed worried about frightening Chen Mo, comforting him, "But you don’t need to be afraid, I will surely protect you thoroughly."
"Afraid?"
Chen Mo shook his head.
With Her Majesty the Consort’s protection, he truly wasn’t anxious.
Having interacted with supre beings like the Daoist Venerable and the Demon Lord, how threatening could the Princess possibly be?
However, seeing the Empress’s earnest deanor, Chen Mo felt a bit softer inside, smiling lightly, "If I’m not mistaken, Your Highness doesn’t possess any cultivation power... If the Princess really takes action, how do you plan to protect , Your Highness?"
"You probably won’t rely on your sister-in-law’s authority, will you?"
"..."
The Empress retorted with dissatisfaction, "Don’t underestimate . I’m not a pushover!"
Saying so, she sat upright, spreading her palm open, and a golden Seal Platform appeared out of thin air.
The material was neither tal nor stone, with a dragon coiled on the front, its body twisted and daunting, and "Fengtian Treasure" engraved in large characters on the back.
The Seal Platform hovered in the air, exuding a golden aura, like a rising sun that demanded awe.
At the sa ti, Chen Mo felt the energy inside him stirring, dancing within his Dantian, seemingly excited and jubilant at having found sothing akin.
"This aura is similar to the Taiyin Geng tal Dragon Qi..."
Chen Mo was montarily stunned.
The Empress, holding the Seal Platform, said, "This is the Heirloom Seal of the Great Yuan, embodying Jiu Zhou’s fortune, consisting of the Seal Platform and Seal Button, the one in my hand is called ’Heavenly Radiance,’ while the Princess controls the ’Heavenly Decree’..."
As she explained this, she seed sowhat winded.
rely holding it up appeared extraordinarily strenuous for her.
"Only those born with divine fate can wield the Seal, otherwise, they will suffer the backlash of National Fortune."
"Though Yu Youhan is exceedingly powerful, she doesn’t dare interfere in court matters easily, nor can she act against , and this is precisely why..."
Chen Mo understood upon hearing this.
In the context of "Unmatched Immortal," National Fortune isn’t an intangible concept but a real force.
Even though the Princess, as a legitimate mber of the Imperial Family, needs the "Heavenly Decree Seal" to wield Dragon Qi, why could he directly absorb the Dragon Qi into himself?
The so-called "backlash of National Fortune" seed to have no effect on him...
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