It seems I should spend more ti playing with the little thief in the future...
Under Chen Mo’s precise control, the score reached four to four, and the situation was extraordinarily tense.
In the decisive ga, a strong desire to win or lose made the Crown Prince particularly serious.
"Chen Mo, catch the ball!"
The Empress passed the ball accurately to Chen Mo’s feet.
Without hesitation, Chen Mo lifted his foot and took a shot.
But the direction was slightly off, heading directly towards the Crown Prince.
"Your Highness, be careful!"
Fan Sijin’s complexion changed slightly, and she exclaid.
Watching the ball whizzing over, the Crown Prince seed dumbfounded, frozen in place, forgetting to dodge.
Fan Sijin swiftly moved in front of the Crown Prince, raised her hand, and unleashed a stream of Qi.
The ball exploded in mid-air!
The strong wind pressure made her clothes flutter wildly, her hairpin ca apart, and her black hair was drawn tightly back!
Only at this mont did the Crown Prince co to his senses, sitting on the ground with a pale face.
"Your Highness, are you alright?" Chen Mo quickly approached, cupping his hands apologetically and said, "This humble servant accidentally missed, almost injuring Your Highness, I hope Your Highness forgives ."
Fan Sijin stared at him coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Chen, did you do it on purpose?"
Considering Chen Mo’s cultivation, how could he have kicked incorrectly?
Moreover, before the Primordial Qi she unleashed touched the ball, the ball had already exploded on its own, it looked all too intentional!
"Misunderstanding, Lord Sigui, I had no such intention." Chen Mo hurriedly explained, "I just got distracted for a mont and couldn’t control the force and direction well, fortunately, Lord Sigui reacted swiftly and averted a disaster..."
Seeing his genuinely frightened look, which didn’t seem fake, Fan Sijin frowned, slightly hesitant.
Could it really have been an accident?
"It’s alright, I’m fine."
The Crown Prince regained his senses, tugged at Fan Sijin’s skirt, and said in a tender voice, "Chen Mo surely didn’t an it, don’t make it difficult for him."
The Empress also walked over at this mont, saying, "As long as no one is hurt, all is well, Chen Mo, be careful next ti, the Crown Prince is still young and cannot bear such a kick from you."
Chen Mo bowed and said, "This humble servant acknowledges his mistake."
Seeing that the Empress and the Crown Prince both spoke in his favor, Fan Sijin didn’t say much more.
With such an incident, the ga naturally couldn’t continue.
The Crown Prince was a bit shaky from fear, so Fan Sijin took him away from the field first.
Watching their departing figures, Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing across his eyes.
The Empress said in a low voice, "You were too reckless, what if the Crown Prince was really hard?"
Chen Mo shook his head and said, "I was just testing the waters a little, and at least it wasn’t completely fruitless..."
He saw it clearly, just as the ball was about to hit the Crown Prince, a red pattern spread out from his collar.
It was sowhat similar to the blood-red scales that covered Chu Heng entirely that day, but without the foul bloody stench, more like so kind of ancient seal or rune.
"An automatic defense chanism?"
"It seems that the Great Yuan Imperial Family is not as simple as it seems!"
Chen Mo’s lips curled into a cold smile.
Noting the Empress’s curious look, he transmitted his voice to her, "This is not the place to talk, let’s return first."
Although he constantly used Soul Power to shield his senses, being within the Imperial Palace, it was always safer to be cautious.
"Alright."
The Empress nodded, raising her hand to fan the air.
"I just bathed, and now I’m all sweaty again, it’s so uncomfortable..."
"Should I help rub it down again, Your Highness?"
"No need, you make it stickier..."
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Inner Court, Hui Bai Garden.
Atop a tree branch, a shadow stood with hands behind its back, gazing across at the field.
When seeing Chen Mo kick the ball towards the Crown Prince, a mist of black surged around, evidently showing so emotional fluctuation, but restrained itself with effort.
It was only after the four left one after another did the figure drift away like an illusion.
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...
Qianji Palace.
Inside the dimly lit palace hall, only a small fla like a bean flickered.
The Emperor lay on the bed, covered with an embroidered quilt of a five-clawed Golden Dragon, looking lifeless, appearing even worse than before.
The newly assigned eunuch brought Alchemy Pills, after the Emperor took them, his complexion slightly improved but he still appeared close to death.
Jingle—
A breeze swept through the tightly closed bedroom, and the Nine Sons Golden Bell on the door made a crisp sound.
"You’re here." The Emperor’s voice was hoarse.
A shadow gradually erged, bowing and saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
"How are things?" the Emperor asked.
"As Your Majesty anticipated, Chen Mo indeed realized sothing and is testing the Crown Prince, but it’s unclear how much he knows yet," the Shadow Man replied.
"This matter couldn’t be hidden for long, after all, he is... cough cough!"
In the middle of the sentence, the Emperor suddenly coughed violently, a trickle of darkly colored blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"Your Majesty, please take care of the Dragon’s body." The Shadow Man hesitated and said, "Your condition is worsening these past days, and the attendants at Qianji Palace have already been replaced, if this continues, I fear you won’t be able to hold out much longer."
The Emperor balanced his breath, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and said calmly, "Dragon Qi is like a tide, its rise and fall are unpredictable, at its height like a heavenly river pouring, at its decline like a dying candle... this is a destined cycle after all."
"I have long grown tired of such life all these years, fortunately, now there’s finally a glimpse of a turning point..."
"Sacrifice to Heaven, seize fortune, transform into a dragon, as long as this path can be taken, I can break free from this damned fate... I’ve been waiting too long for this opportunity, there can be no mistakes..."
The Shadow Man was silent for a mont, then said: "What does Your Majesty wish for to do?"
"Wait and see."
Perhaps having spoken too much, the Emperor’s voice revealed a trace of exhaustion, saying, "Destiny is like a flood, those who obstruct it will be shattered, even I can only go along with the current... then at the crucial mont give it a push, directing this torrent towards a direction favorable to us..."
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