Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 141 Misunderstanding

The bottom line is meant to be broken.

If it were when Zhao Jiangning first met Chen Mo, she definitely wouldn’t have said this.

But after being touched by Chen Mo on her hand, stomach...

It made Zhao Jiangning somewhat accept Chen Mo psychologically.

Plus, during her illness flare-ups, her heart area was a major affected area.

Add to that, now hearing that Chen Mo was going to Nanyang to quell the rebellion.

That could take more than ten days.

So in this tangled state, Zhao Jiangning chose to let Chen Mo treat her heart area first.

She even encouraged herself, thinking, "Anyway, sooner or later, he’s going to treat my heart area, now it’s just happening early."

As in the simulation, Chen Mo was slightly stunned and then nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "Your Highness, excuse me."

Zhao Jiangning let out a mosquito-like soft "mm."

To be honest, treating Zhao Jiangning’s heart area made Chen Mo feel a bit uncomfortable too.

But since he had made it up before,

He had to see it through to the end with a stiff upper lip.

If he told the truth, Zhao Jiangning would definitely fight him to the death.

Chen Mo’s hand also rested on Zhao Jiangning’s waist.

Zhao Jiangning was constantly paying attention to Chen Mo’s movements.

As his hand rested on her waist, Zhao Jiangning’s breathing quickened.

Then she felt Chen Mo’s hand moving upwards continuously.

Finally.

She felt a big hand on her left chest...

Suddenly, Zhao Jiangning’s body tightened up, not daring to move.

Her whole body was filled with a tingling sensation.

Chen Mo also felt weird.

Especially the feeling in his hand, it was indescribable.

However, he felt his body slightly leaning forward, which seemed... a bit indecent.

He didn’t knead, but activated the Ancient Heavy Pupils to directly absorb instead.

Seeing Chen Mo not kneading, Zhao Jiangning’s face turned even redder.

If he didn’t act, wouldn’t she have been taken advantage of for nothing?

So Zhao Jiangning gritted her teeth and said, "Why don’t you... apply pressure?"

"... "

"Ahem, apply... apply..."

Hearing Zhao Jiangning’s urging, Chen Mo had no choice but to act.

Even with clothing as a barrier, he could still clearly feel it.

Since he couldn’t refuse, he might as well enjoy.

Blah blah.

Chen Mo quickly chanted the Purifying Heart Spell in his mind.

To dispel these improper thoughts from his mind.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Chen Mo simply closed his eyes.

But the more he tried to clear it, the more those thoughts magnified in his mind.

This made it even harder for Chen Mo to bear.

In the simulations from the past two days, when this happened, Chen Mo didn’t consider it torture.

But after actual practice, he found it was downright torturous.

Plus, at this moment, Zhao Jiangning was making strange noises from her mouth too.

Making Chen Mo widen his eyes.

His movements paused slightly.

Feeling Chen Mo’s movements pause, Zhao Jiangning almost bit her own lips until they bled.

He heard it.

He definitely heard it.

Zhao Jiangning’s face was red as water, and her inner shame made her wish she could find a pillar to bang her head against.

Just then...

"What... are you doing?"

A delicate shout rang out in the bedchamber, with Zhao Fujin looking at the two on the bed in disbelief, eyes wide open.

Their current posture was just too... embarrassing.

It looked like Chen Mo was humiliating Zhao Jiangning.

"Chen Hong, let go..."

Zhao Fujin took two steps forward in one, quickly going up and pulling Chen Mo up.

"Your Highness, let me..."

"Slap!"

Before Chen Mo could finish his words, Zhao Fujin slapped him hard across the face.

"You... shameless."

Zhao Fujin pointed at Chen Mo, her fingers trembling, her eyes reddened.

She trusted him so much, but he bullied her elder sister while she was away.

Her eyes were dampening.

Along with her anger, her heart was filled with grievance.

She cared so much for him.

For his safety.

Not wanting him to go to Nanyang.

Even planning to plead with the emperor later to prevent him from being labeled a deserter.

He didn’t appreciate it.

Even when she was angry, he didn’t come out to comfort her.

And then this happened.

He did this to her elder sister while she was away.

Unforgivable.

She wanted to shout and call for someone to arrest Chen Mo.

But the words couldn’t come out, and only after a moment she angrily scolded Chen Mo, "Leave, leave, I... I don’t want to see you again."

"Your Highness... let me explain, I think you misunderstood." That slap from Zhao Fujin also left Chen Mo dazed, and once he came to his senses, he hurriedly explained.

"Misunderstood? What did I misunderstand? I saw it with my own eyes, you rascal, I judged you wrongly, get out."

Zhao Fujin pointed outside, telling Chen Mo to get out.

But Chen Mo was also panicking, his eyes turned to Zhao Jiangning, hoping she would explain.

But Zhao Jiangning, ever since Zhao Fujin entered, had covered her head with the quilt, her body still trembling.

Seeing her elder sister like this made Zhao Fujin even angrier, "If you don’t leave, I’ll tell father, you won’t be spared."

Well, now Chen Mo was in the classic case of being caught with his pants down—no excuse would work.

Especially seeing Zhao Jiangning just turtle up further.

Chen Mo was getting anxious too.

Turtling up, huh?

Fine, I won’t treat you anymore.

But before leaving, Chen Mo still explained to Zhao Fujin, "It’s not what you think."

But Zhao Fujin, in her anger, couldn’t listen and kept telling Chen Mo to get out.

Chen Mo sighed and left.

After Chen Mo left,

Zhao Fujin slumped to the ground, tears finally flowing unstoppably.

But to avoid letting Zhao Jiangning on the bed hear her cries,

Zhao Fujin covered her mouth with her hand, crying in a suppressed manner.

Crying and looking at Zhao Jiangning on the bed, she couldn’t help but go up and hug her, bring her—including the quilt—into her arms, and said:

"Elder sister, it’s okay now, I’ve driven Chen Hong away."

Zhao Jiangning didn’t respond.

So Zhao Fujin continued, "Elder sister, I know you’ve been wronged. If you want to tell father, then do it—it’s his just deserts."

Still no response from Zhao Jiangning.

So Zhao Fujin blamed herself, "It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t left, this wouldn’t have happened. It’s all my fault..."

"Fujin, it’s not your fault."

This time, Zhao Jiangning finally responded. She poked her head out from the quilt, her face redder than a monkey’s butt, looking deeply ashamed, she said, "It’s not your fault, it’s my own mistake."

"No, it’s my fault, it’s I... huh?"

Zhao Fujin was listening when she suddenly froze.

Then she saw Zhao Jiangning slowly say, "Fujin, you misunderstood Chen Hong, I asked him... to do this, I’m... sorry."

Zhao Fujin: "..."