On the way, Xu Qingyi kept her head down, staring at the tips of her shoes, not knowing what she was thinking.
Chen Mo felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and tried to find sothing to talk about: "I really envy Director Xu for being able to walk with his head down; I can’t seem to do it myself."
Xu Qingyi asked puzzledly, "Why? Did you sleep awkwardly last night and hurt your neck?"
"Not at all." Chen Mo shook his head and said, "Because I have a fear of giant objects."
?
Xu Qingyi’s expression was bewildered.
Although she couldn’t understand what it ant, the tension eased sowhat after the conversation started.
She spoke, "I heard from the Internal Affairs Office that the Crown Prince went to pay respects to the Empress today, which is a rare thing..."
There truly are no secrets in the palace; news spreads quickly... Chen Mo nodded and said, "Yes, that’s true. We even played with a ball together, and that visit to the Empress was related to this."
Xu Qingyi wanted to ask which ball, but held back.
"What did the Empress say?"
"The Empress, she..."
Chen Mo recalled Yu Youhan’s shredded stockings, her hands clutching her skirt, her wet eyes full of resentnt...his just-cald heart started to stir again.
Perhaps recognizing her inner feelings, the Empress has beco much bolder than before.
Even taking the initiative and using her legs...
"Sigh..."
Chen Mo took a deep breath to suppress his wandering thoughts and shook his head, "Nothing much, she just told to keep my distance from the Crown Prince."
"The Empress is right." Xu Qingyi agreed sincerely, "If you think about it, every eting with the Crown Prince is quite strange... Not even ntioning Qianji Palace’s will, that Master Lv alone is not soone easy to deal with, you should be cautious."
The two chatted as they walked through the Inner Court, arriving at the Palace Chambers.
"Director Xu."
"Greetings to Director Xu."
The passing palace attendants bowed their heads in greeting.
However, their gazes towards the two of them were tinged with sothing peculiar and playful.
Chen Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and whispered, "Director Xu, why do I feel their gazes are weird..."
Xu Qingyi explained, "The matter of the Crown Prince wanting to betroth us has already spread in the palace, plus your stay at my place was noticed by so, naturally leading to rumors and gossip."
"But if one’s conduct is upright, there’s no fear of a slanted shadow; let them gossip all they want, I don’t care..."
Chen Mo smacked his lips.
Last ti they indeed slept together and even pinched the butt... Seems like the body isn’t quite upright?
They entered a small courtyard.
Xu Qingyi pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom, with Chen Mo following behind.
The room was clean and tidy as before, with few extras besides the wardrobe, desk, and bedstead.
On the desk was a book with a waterproof leather cover, bearing the three big words "Silver Bottle Plum."
Chen Mo flipped through it; inside was the content he wrote the last ti, neatly transcribed, with pages fixed by paper spindles and bound with cotton thread.
It’s practically more exquisite than the publications from Ten Thousand Books Building.
"Did you make this yourself?" Chen Mo asked.
"Yes." Xu Qingyi nodded, and said, "After all, the manuscript is unique, so I transcribed it to avoid accidental damage, making it easier to read at any ti."
"But don’t worry, I haven’t shown this book to anyone else."
Given the quality of this book, once circulated, it could absolutely surpass those distressed script tales.
Xu Qingyi is unwilling to let such a good thing be buried but feels Chen Mo might not want to be in the lilight, so for now, she keeps it to herself for collection instead of sharing it with others.
"That’s not a problem."
Chen Mo didn’t mind.
The original was quite controversial in his previous life, being a pioneering worldly novel acclaid as a rare book yet stigmatized because of a very small part of its content.
If it could shine brightly in this world, it wouldn’t be bad either.
But Chen Mo only rembers the plot outline and can’t restore the content one-to-one, not wanting to disparage the original work, so he arbitrarily changed the na.
Chen Mo sat in a chair while Xu Qingyi spread out rice paper and gracefully ground ink.
Yet he hesitated to write.
Xu Qingyi asked, "Why aren’t you writing?"
Chen Mo put down the brush and shook his head, "No inspiration, can’t write."
Xu Qingyi frowned, "You’re not trying to fool again, are you? This ti you promised at least five Chapters, you can’t leave without writing one!"
Seeing she was about to forcefully urge for more, Chen Mo cleared his throat, and said, "I’m here, aren’t I? Can’t possibly deceive you, right? Writing requires inspiration; otherwise, squeezing it out forcefully may not have any quality."
Xu Qingyi felt there was so truth to this.
Literary creation is indeed not that simple.
"The first five Chapters wrote about Eldest Lang being poisoned to death. Following the plot, next should be Lord Xin bribing the examiner to handle the corpse and drinking and enjoying with Yinlian... I’m proficient at dealing with corpses, but the image of Yinlian lacks so material."
Chen Mo propped his chin and pondered.
Xu Qingyi helplessly said, "I can’t possibly find a woman for you, right?"
"That’s unnecessary." Chen Mo waved his hand, smiling as he said, "There’s already one right here."
?
One right here?
Who?
Xu Qingyi looked around, bewildered, before realizing.
"You an, let be Pan Yinlian?!" She pointed to herself, sowhat incredulously.
"To be precise, this is called role-playing." Chen Mo corrected.
"...Do you think I look like a fickle, husband-poisoning harlot?" Xu Qingyi grit her teeth.
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