After the two left, the air quieted down.
Just as Chen Mo was pondering whether to secretly follow them for so underwater activity, his sleeve was suddenly tugged. He looked down to see the Crown Prince gazing expectantly at him.
"Chen Mo, I heard you can write books. Can you tell a story?"
"Write books?" Chen Mo was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Who did Your Highness hear that from?"
"My aunt said so." The Crown Prince tilted his head and said, "She seems to be reading sothing called 'Silver Bottle Plum.' It's quite popular these days. She said, daring to spread such a lewd book in the palace without getting executed, she couldn't find anyone else but you..."
"..."
Chen Mo's mouth twitched slightly.
Even the Princess knew now. It seed his disguise was completely blown.
However, 'Silver Bottle Plum' was obviously not suitable to tell the Crown Prince, so Chen Mo thought for a mont and said, "Then let tell you a story called 'The Investiture of the Gods'..."
...
...
The day gradually faded, and the lights were growing sparse.
In the bedroom of Changning Pavilion, Chu Yanli awoke from her daze.
Chen Mo had used Purple Extre Qian Yuan to suppress her alienation, but excessive use of Dragon Qi had severely depleted her body, making recovery not so easy.
It wasn't long after Chen Mo left that she fell into a deep sleep and only now regained a bit of clarity.
"So thirsty..."
Chu Yanli felt like razor blades were stirring in her throat, an abnormal dryness likely caused by her previous blood loss.
With her hands supporting the bed, she struggled to sit up.
Even such a simple action caused her body to tremble all over, as if her veins were taut bowstrings on the verge of snapping.
However, she was long accustod to it, furrowing her brows and enduring it silently.
Feeling pain was a good thing; it ant she was still alive.
She looked around; the room's lights were dim, a pitch-black and deathly silent scene resembling a cold and lavish coffin.
"I've been sleeping for a day and a night?"
Chu Yanli shook her head, a self-mocking smile tugging at her lips as she murmured, "If I were to die here in this sleeping palace, I fear no one would know, right? But if I could really die so peacefully, it wouldn't be a bad thing..."
She gripped the bedpost and slowly stood up, dragging her heavy body towards the door, intending to find so water to drink.
Just then, Chu Yanli's ears twitched as she faintly heard the "squeak" of shoe soles rubbing against the bricks.
Although her cultivation hadn't recovered yet, her senses were still sharp, and it sounded like soone was walking through the corridor towards her bedroom.
The footsteps were steady, suggesting a high level of cultivation.
Without her permission, palace attendants were not allowed to enter Changning Pavilion, let alone the inner hall...
Could it be soone sent by Wu Lie?
Last ti, the sword slashed Qianji Palace, making him lose face and now seeking revenge?
Chu Yanli's eyes turned cold as she drew the sword hanging beside her bed, standing silently behind the door.
Squeak—
As the door was pushed open, a dazzling sword light suddenly blossod!
Yet the sword blade was firmly pinched by the other's two fingers, no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't budge, as immovable as a rock!
A strong martial cultivator!
As expected, an assassin!
Just as Chu Yanli was about to forcibly mobilize Dragon Qi, gambling her life, a familiar voice rang out: "No, are you crazy? I kindly brought soup for you, why are you attacking ?"
?
Chu Yanli was montarily stunned.
Looking up, the autumn water blade reflected under the moonlight, casting directly onto that handso face.
His face was like white porcelain, eyes like black lacquer, with features chiseled sharply and a noble, handso grace in his deanor.
"Chen Mo?" Her tense body relaxed as she asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"
"I'm on duty in the palace tonight, so I ca by to check." Chen Mo said.
He had promised to tell a story to the Crown Prince, and didn't think much of it. Unexpectedly, the little guy got more and more spirited as he listened, chirping and asking incessantly.
For a full two hours, his throat nearly smoked from talking. In the end, he had to use the 'Floating Life Dream' to forcibly lull him to sleep, letting Sun Senior Palace Lady carry him back to Ningde Palace.
And after the Empress and Lin Jingzhu went to the Qianqing Pool to bathe, they hadn't returned since.
Anyway, being idle, Chen Mo simply ca to Changning Pavilion.
After all, when he left earlier, Chu Yanli wasn't in good condition, and if not for tracking his whereabouts, her body wouldn't have been so severely depleted.
"Passing by?"
Chu Yanli looked at the soup bowl he was holding in his other hand, "And that is..."
"Oh, just sothing I grabbed from the kitchen." Chen Mo raised it to her and asked, "Would Your Highness like to taste it?"
"..."
Chu Yanli put away the long sword and reached out to take it.
As soon as she opened the lid, a dicinal fragrance wafted over, accompanied by an extrely abundant and pure Primordial Qi.
The light yellow broth was still steaming, and several kinds of spiritual materials could be seen inside. All were rare treasures that could nourish one's origin, of extrely high quality, with perfect proportions and timing, clearly the result of much effort.
The Empress wasn't sick, so why would she drink such a nourishing decoction?
Clearly, this guy had painstakingly made it himself and brought it specially for her, yet stubbornly refused to admit it...
Chu Yanli's red lips curled up, smilingly looking at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo felt a little uneasy under her gaze, frowned, and said: "Is the Princess going to drink it or not? If not, I'll take it back."
"You're so stingy. Since you brought it, how can you just take it back?" Chu Yanli glanced at him playfully, then picked up the soup bowl and drank it all in one go.
A warm current quickly spread throughout her body, nourishing her dried-up ridians, and her pale cheeks turned a bit rosy.
"Delicious."
Chu Yanli's eyes curved like crescent moons.
Chen Mo didn't say much, nodded, and said: "It's late, Your Highness should rest well. I'll take my leave now."
Upon hearing this, Chu Yanli's smile stiffened slightly, "Leaving already?"
"Otherwise?" Chen Mo gave her a sidelong glance, murmured, "Isn't last ti's commotion enough for Your Highness?"
"..."
Chu Yanli thought of the absurd thing she did, blushing like a sunset cloud spreading across her cheeks, and said in a low voice: "That was an accident, I was confused and not very clear-headed..."
Her eyes wandered, her voice faint as a mosquito's, seemingly lacking confidence.
If the forceful kiss on Chen Mo could be explained as "revenge," then how to explain everything that happened in the Illusory World?
She could even clearly recall now being pressed to the ground by Chen Mo, fiercely grabbing her butt...
Thinking of this, the place where he had hit earlier started itching again.
"Speaking of which, shouldn't the Princess put on so clothes first?"
Chen Mo slightly raised an eyebrow and said.
Even though the room was dimly lit, his vision power could still see clearly.
Her graceful figure was like carved white jade, her snowy and delicate skin flawless.
Chu Yanli's height was almost even with his, her long jade legs slim and straight, her slender waist like a young willow, soft yet resilient, with clear lines on her flat belly.
Although not as plump as the Empress, it was considered quite full.
The most important part was extraordinarily upright, seemingly defying gravity, with a sheen like pink crabapple flowers.
"Ah?"
Chu Yanli looked down, only then reacting, covering herself with her hands and hurriedly heading towards the screen.
Perhaps the earlier sword move had disrupted her injury; she hadn't taken two steps before her figure shook, her forehead "thudding" against the jade-inlaid sandalwood screen.
Seeing she was about to fall, Chen Mo's keen eyes and quick hands caught her steadily.
"Hmm?!"
Chu Yanli shivered, her cheeks instantly bright red, stamring: "W-where is your hand going?!"
The big hand was precisely positioned between the fullness—
A result of muscle mory.
Chen Mo also felt a bit awkward, coughed lightly, and forced a calm facade, said, "Cough cough, purely accidental, but desperate tis call for desperate asures, the Princess is so weak, there's no need to mind too much."
"But you can't..."
Before Chu Yanli could finish her sentence, she felt her body lighten as she was carried to the bed.
Then Chen Mo went to the wardrobe, trying to find so clothes for her. But when he opened the cabinet, it was empty.
"All my clothes are in the Heavenly Decree Seal; I can't get them out right now..." Chu Yanli bit her lip, her legs gently rubbing together, the strange sensation from earlier not yet dissipated, her heart pounding.
"It's okay, I've got it."
Chen Mo looked her up and down, thought her size should be similar to Li Yuan, and took out a set of underwear and a Martial Robe from his Storage Ring, asked: "Can Your Highness dress herself, or do you need my help?"
"I can do it myself." Chu Yanli said softly, "Don't go yet, let try it first; it may not fit..."
"Okay."
Chen Mo placed the clothes on the bedside and turned his back.
Chu Yanli reached out and removed the curtain, followed by a rustling sound.
A short while later, a slightly hesitant voice ca from inside the curtain: "Chen Mo, isn't there sothing strange about this outfit you gave ?"
"What's strange about it?"
"Why are the unitard socks crotchless?"
"..."
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