Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 157 Several Girls Who Can’t Sleep

The night was silent.

The lights were dim.

The night wind rustled, and in the depths of the Weiyang Palace, only palace lanterns swayed in the wind, with no one in the corridors and pavilions.

The night wind silently passed through the corridors and reached the depths of the Weiyang Palace, where most of the hundreds of buildings housed palace maids who were already asleep. Some were on night duty or unable to sleep, whispering to each other, and some indulged in "lilies" or secretly hid in rooms "grinding mirrors."

Palace maids usually entered the palace at a very young age, living in the Imperial Palace without any titles or positions, constantly working day after day, seeing no glimmer of hope. As for the physiological instincts of love between men and women, they were even more out of reach.

Prolonged sexual repression naturally led palace maids and eunuchs to find various ways to relieve their loneliness.

The night wind dissipated in the Empress’s bedroom.

Before it vanished, it noticed that the Empress’s bedroom window was still lit.

Ever since Chen Mo left, Xiao Yunxi’s bedroom accumulated many things, all kinds of colored silk fabrics, and even weaving machines.

The room was very cool, with a large block of ice placed in the wooden basin in the middle.

Wearing a nightgown with thin pants, Xiao Yunxi sat elegantly at the desk, her collar fully open, revealing her grandness to the air.

The large table was covered with various tools: drills, needles and threads, scissors, fabrics...

Holding a piece of white fabric, Xiao Yunxi was stitching it with needle and thread, sewing it carefully.

"Ah..." Years without working with needlework, she picked it up recently, often pricking her fingers with the needle, causing a drop of crimson blood to fall on the white fabric.

"Oh no, oh no..." Xiao Yunxi panicked a little and tried to wipe it off, but the red stain only grew larger the more she wiped.

"It’s over, it’s all been wasted for two days now..."

Xiao Yunxi looked a bit dejected.

"Your Majesty, what’s the matter?"

At this moment, hearing the noise inside, Xiao Qing’Er entered the bedroom, coming into the outer hall, about to step in.

Xiao Yunxi skillfully placed the item in her hand on the table and then picked up a light blanket beside her to cover the table.

At the same time, Xiao Qing’Er lifted the bead curtain and walked in.

"It’s nothing, just accidentally bumped into something. Qing’Er, you may leave." Xiao Yunxi said.

Xiao Qing’Er swept the room with professional intuition and, seeing nothing odd, intended to leave. Before leaving, she turned back and said:

"Your Majesty, it’s already ugly time, you should sleep."

"Hmm, I shall sleep now."

...

Like Xiao Yunxi, unable to sleep.

There was also Zhao Jiangning.

Ever since that day, after Chen Mo treated her heartache and Zhao Fujin caught them.

Zhao Jiangning seemed cursed with nightmares, and every time the night fell silent, Chen Mo’s face would appear in her mind.

Tonight.

Was no different.

In the room, on the soft couch, under the light curtain, the graceful and charming Zhao Jiangning lay sideways on the couch, beautiful and seductive.

Her body curled up, biting her lower lip lightly, as her hand involuntarily covered her chest, feeling difficult to breathe, as if a warm body was pressing down on her.

In her mind, the smiling face of Chen Mo gradually floated into view, becoming clearer and clearer.

After enduring for a moment by biting her lower lip, her hand, as if bewitched, slowly grazed downwards...

A moment later.

A slightly rapid breathing sound arose, as the graceful body on the couch curled up, arching her feet, revealing her alluring belly.

...

When the light of dawn touched the horizon.

On the training ground of Qingwan Town.

The war drums thundered.

"Assemble!"

"Assemble!"

"..."

In the tent, a rug laid on the ground, Chen Mo sat cross-legged on it, slowly opening his eyes, golden light flickering within.

Chen Mo flicked his finger, and a burst of True Qi shot out.

Just then.

"Sir, the army has begun assembling." Gao Zheng hurriedly walked into the tent from outside. The next moment, his pupils constricted, as he saw a wisp of True Qi shooting towards his head.

Suddenly, the silhouette of Chen Mo, who was previously sitting on the ground, vanished. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Gao Zheng, reaching out to crush the approaching True Qi.

"Gulp..." Gao Zheng subconsciously swallowed, as if he had just witnessed something unbelievable: "Sir, just now..."

Chen Mo found the title of commander awkward, so he instructed Gao Zheng to call him ’Sir’ instead.

"Pretend you didn’t see anything, understand?" Chen Mo did not answer Gao Zheng’s question.

"Un...derstood." Gao Zheng, stunned for a moment, quickly nodded.

Chen Mo patted Gao Zheng’s shoulder and laughed: "Let’s go."

Saying so, he strode out of the tent.

Gao Zheng had yet to process the scene before, pondering, "To display such power, what rank of Martial Artist is he?"

...

The drum call was for the grain supply from Nan County.

The army had begun cooking.

Now the meal was ready, and the soldiers were summoned to eat.

Then at the predetermined hour, they would set off for Fengchi County.

As they ate, Chen Mo noticed many disheveled and raggedly armored Song Army soldiers and asked, "Who are these people?"

Well-informed Xu Dabong replied, "Heard they are the remnants of Nanyang’s compartmentalized army from last night. After confirming their identities, the generals let them join for the meal."

"How many remnants?" Chen Mo asked again.

"Not many, just a bit over five hundred." Xu Dabong said.

"Looks like the previous battle in Nanyang was quite tragic." Gao Zheng sighed.

...

Meanwhile.

On another side.

Fengchi County had long been breached.

Those Song Army soldiers who resisted to the death and refused to surrender were dug up even after death.

"Fucking bastards, you wouldn’t surrender and caused my brother to die, I’ll curse your ancestors..."

"All your fault, I got shot by an arrow..."

"Haha, brothers, I found this guy’s wife and daughter, come quickly..."

The rebels vented their rage in Fengchi County.

Zhang Ping’s personal soldiers ransacked the town for treasure and searched for Luo Zhen.

Despite searching all night, there was no find.

At that moment, the county magistrate of Fengchi County, Zhao Shicheng, walked forward with Li Wenjun’s head.

A nearby personal soldier said, "General Zhang, this is Zhao Shicheng, the county magistrate of Fengchi County. He killed County Magistrate Li Wenjun and now comes to defect to us. He says he knows Luo Zhen’s whereabouts."

"Oh, where?" Zhang Ping didn’t even glance at the head Zhao Shicheng held. His primary goal in breaching Fengchi County was to seize the treasures and take Luo Zhen.

"Report to General Zhang, last night our men chased Luo Zhen and found he fled to Jiyang Mountain. Due to its complex terrain and insufficient manpower, we couldn’t proceed further..."

Upon hearing it, Zhang Ping understood Zhao Shicheng’s meaning: Jiyang Mountain was too vast for Zhao Shicheng to search effectively.

As he prepared to lead his troops there.

"Report!"