Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 120 Ambiguous Progression

The slight dip in the belly went just a bit lower, reaching the lower abdomen.

That strange feeling quickly spread to her lower abdomen, causing Zhao Jiangning to involuntarily clench her legs a bit tighter.

Zhao Fujin: "Big sister, what’s wrong with you?"

Chen Mo: "..."

So sensitive.

What Zhao Jiangning did made Chen Mo feel a little embarrassed.

He was just simply rubbing her belly, not even using any teasing techniques, and Zhao Jiangning already had a reaction...

This body is way too sensitive.

No wonder the pain was so unbearable.

Zhao Jiangning’s face immediately turned crimson with shame. As someone who’s been through it before, she naturally knew what that reaction was just now, and quickly covered her cheeks with her hands, shyly saying, "No...no looking."

Chen Mo obediently turned his head away.

Zhao Fujin, however, still stared directly, not knowing what was happening.

And this, naturally, Zhao Jiangning couldn’t explain to Zhao Fujin, so she just asked Chen Mo to turn his head back further, and then Zhao Jiangning turned her body away from the two.

It seemed like she wanted to use this avoidance to cover up her embarrassment.

Chen Mo was also a bit embarrassed since they weren’t very familiar yet, and this happened.

To hide his embarrassment, Chen Mo also turned around and started chatting with Zhao Fujin, multitasking.

But soon, Chen Mo realized his fingers had touched a soft spot and instinctively squeezed a bit.

He quickly realized what it was and hurriedly moved his hand away a little.

He really didn’t do it on purpose.

Because Zhao Jiangning was facing away from him, Chen Mo wasn’t looking, and as he rubbed, the position drifted a bit.

Of course, he didn’t have the nerve to apologize to Zhao Jiangning for this.

Of course, Zhao Jiangning felt it.

Her face, already flushed, began to heat up even more.

Even her ears were hot.

She bit her lip tightly, not saying a word.

In her heart, she kept murmuring, "Did he do it on purpose? Did he? How could he?"

Moments later, Zhao Jiangning noticed that Chen Mo touched her again.

Her face was practically ready to drip water from embarrassment.

Her hands, clenched into little fists in front of her chest, somehow grabbed Chen Mo’s hand, seemingly trying to stop his actions.

Chen Mo was taken aback.

Heaven knows, he truly didn’t mean it.

Zhao Fujin noticed the change in him and promptly asked, "What... happened to you?"

"Nothing... nothing." Chen Mo pulled his hand away from Zhao Jiangning’s grasp and continued to rub her belly.

To avoid making another mistake, Chen Mo turned to face Zhao Jiangning’s back, so he could see the general area and avoid that kind of awkwardness again.

Half an hour later.

When Chen Mo felt his eyes getting a bit tired, he withdrew his hand from Zhao Jiangning’s belly, saying, "Prince De Ning, all done, how are you feeling now?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiangning turned over.

Zhao Fujin hurried over to support her, letting Zhao Jiangning lie on her back, placing a pillow under her back.

"Much better... only some slight pain still..."

Zhao Jiangning looked up at Chen Mo, suddenly noticing him pressing his eyes with the hand he used to rub her stomach, with his palm on his face, as if he was smelling it.

Zhao Jiangning’s face, which had already lost its blush, turned red again, her eyes filled with an unmistakable shyness, as she hissed, "Chen... Chen Hong, what are you doing...?"

Chen Mo, apparently unaware, opened his mouth and said, "Just feeling a bit weary, pressing my eyes for relief."

Then he added, "Oh, Prince De Ning, your stomach will need another treatment tomorrow to fully recover. I’ll try to come earlier tomorrow."

In her heart, Zhao Jiangning felt somewhat convinced that while treating her, Chen Mo was deliberately taking advantage, otherwise why would it happen twice...

He even squeezed once...

But before Zhao Jiangning could respond, Zhao Fujin said, "Alright, it’s settled then. Try to come in the morning tomorrow, that way big sister’s condition probably won’t have flared up yet. Once you cure her stomach, she’ll suffer less when it acts up."

"Alright then, after Hongfu Ice Shop opens in the morning, I’ll come to Fengyang Pavilion first thing, then head to the Infantry Department in the afternoon,"

Chen Mo thought for a moment before saying so.

"Should have done so sooner."

Zhao Fujin chuckled, then walked behind Chen Mo, placing her hands on his shoulders, saying, "In honor of you treating big sister, this palace shall personally massage your shoulders today. Know that I’ve only massaged for my father and mother, you’re the third..."

"Oh no, please, Your Highness, a thousand gold body should not... oh, a bit harder."

Chen Mo found that Zhao Fujin had quite the skill in this aspect. The feeling instantly made him squint slightly, wishing for a bit more pressure.

Zhao Fujin gave Chen Mo an exasperated look.

Hypocritical man.

But she continued the massage for Chen Mo anyway.

...

Since he needed to visit Shenxiao Temple in the evening,

Chen Mo didn’t return to Weiyang Palace.

He stayed in Zhao Fujin’s residence the whole time.

Dinner was prepared by Chen Mo in the kitchen at Fengyang Pavilion.

Six dishes and one soup.

But Chen Mo only made two of the dishes.

Braised pork.

Mapo tofu.

The remaining four dishes and one soup were prepared by the chefs in Zhao Fujin’s palace.

All royal cuisine.

As for the ingredients...

Back in Chen Mo’s previous life, they were all Level One or Level Two endangered protected animals, also nicknamed ’jail-bottom-sitting beasts.’

Honestly, Chen Mo’s dishes focused on being unique, and if judged professionally, the taste was just average.

But these royal dishes were visually and flavorfully exemplary, not something ordinary people could taste.

In the residence, Chen Mo and Zhao Fujin sat side by side, with Zhao Jiangning seated opposite, separated by a long table.

On the long table were the six dishes and one soup.

Once dinner began, Chen Mo appeared relaxed, turning into a foodie enthusiast.

Whereas Zhao Fujin and Zhao Jiangning were extremely elegant.

The etiquette they received didn’t permit them to eat like Chen Mo.

"Slow down, no one’s going to take it from you, there’s still time before heading to Shenxiao Temple, you won’t be late."

Zhao Fujin nudged Chen Mo with her elbow then picked up a piece of venison and gave it to Chen Mo, saying, "Today’s venison tastes great, have some more."

"Mmm, mmm, you too." Chen Mo picked a piece of braised pork for Zhao Fujin then said, "This braised pork is my dish."

After speaking, he also picked a piece for Zhao Jiangning: "Prince De Ning, you too."

Zhao Jiangning hesitated with the chopsticks in her hand, looked up at Chen Mo, her face slightly red, possibly due to a misunderstanding in her heart; she felt that him picking food for her had another meaning.

Zhao Fujin also added from the side, "Big sister, don’t be polite with him, eat."

Saying this, she ate the braised pork Chen Mo put in her bowl in one bite.

...

After dinner, Chen Mo burped, then casually lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how, if there were no threat of death, such a life would be so beautiful.

Just then, he felt something brushing over his lips.