Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 242 - 241 Could it be remarrying you

After the two parted with a lingering kiss.

Returning to the Chen Mansion, Chen Mo indeed did not seek out Qiu Lan and Dong Lan to spend a spring night together. He went back to his room and lay down alone.

He really was willing but too exhausted.

He wasn't made of iron; he needed a few days to recuperate.

However, he suddenly got up in the middle of the night.

He thought of Luo Zhen, and he remembered the promise he made to her to write back once he returned to the Capital.

But he had forgotten, and now that he remembered, it truly was inappropriate.

So he stayed up all night writing letters to Luo Zhen and Xu Miaozhen, planning to send them to Nanyang as soon as dawn broke.

As for bringing them over, it would have to wait until he became a First Grade Martial Artist.

...

Dong dong—

The next morning, as the morning bell rang, Bianliang City welcomed a rare heavy rainstorm not seen for years. But this rain, instead of bringing some coolness to the hot Bianliang, only added unbearable humidity.

Various voices of hawking in different dialects that filled the streets disappeared under the heavy rain.

The servants of the Chen Mansion started to busy themselves.

Chun Lan and others were directing.

Because tomorrow, the Chen Mansion would welcome the mistress of the household.

After all, she was from the Xiao Family, her status naturally higher than Chun Lan and the others.

Although the Xiao Family's intention was that Yi Yao was coming over to be a maid for Chen Mo, that was just the facade for others; in reality, that's the intention.

Naturally, the Chen Mansion had to treat it seriously.

But it couldn't be too ostentatious.

So only red lanterns were hung in the backyard of the Chen Mansion.

And the wedding room had red paper and red candles pasted up.

Outside Dong Lan's room, under the eaves, Chen Mo lay on a bamboo rocking chair, watching the raindrops fall with a patter outside, humming a tune.

This rocking chair was crafted by artisans on Chen Mo's order, based on memories in his mind, along with various stools and chairs.

Sitting on his knees for too long was truly uncomfortable.

Below the rocking chair, Qiu Lan sat on a small stool, gently massaging Chen Mo's legs.

And to the right of the rocking chair, Dong Lan sat on a chair, with a maid beside her holding a fruit basket, as Dong Lan picked a grape from it, slowly peeled it, and gently fed it into Chen Mo's mouth.

"Pfft." Chen Mo spat out the seeds, saying, "This grape isn't sweet."

"Would you like a peach, Master?" Dong Lan took a peach from the fruit basket, bringing it close to Chen Mo's mouth, he could already smell a faint peach aroma.

Chen Mo shook his head.

"Then what would Master like to eat? I will get it for you." Dong Lan said.

"Fei'Er, I want to eat grapes." Chen Mo said.

"But Master, you said the grapes aren't sweet?" Dong Lan was taken aback.

"The grapes aren't sweet, but Fei'Er's lips are." Chen Mo pulled Dong Lan's neck over, then whispered a few words into her ear.

Dong Lan's face turned red with shyness, causing Qiu Lan to cast curious glances, wanting to know what had happened.

Dong Lan picked another grape, peeled it, then held it in her mouth, leaned over Chen Mo's body, and kissed him.

Soon, the aroma of the grape and the scent of the beauty's red lips filled Chen Mo's mouth.

Qiu Lan watched, her cheeks turning red.

Then, Chen Mo started another trick.

He unbuttoned Dong Lan's clothes, took a grape, and placed it between her breasts, just as he was about to eat it.

"Master, Prince De Ning is here." Chun Lan's voice echoed in the corridor outside the courtyard.

Dong Lan's face instantly turned a deep red, hurriedly buttoning her clothes and standing up.

As Chun Lan walked over, she happened to see a grape slipping down from Dong Lan's body.

Chun Lan's eyes widened.

Dong Lan could only feel too embarrassed to face anyone and hurriedly covered her face and fled.

Chun Lan glanced at Qiu Lan.

Qiu Lan gestured briefly, and Chun Lan, understanding, blushed, secretly thinking that the master was truly outrageous, but she said, "Master, Prince De Ning wishes to see you."

"Got it, Qiu Lan, you all can leave first." Chen Mo waved his hand, then said, "Chun Lan, bring her here to meet me."

"Master, isn't that inappropriate? She's a royal, and you ought to visit her." Chun Lan couldn't help but remind him.

"It's fine, Prince De Ning won't mind, just bring her over."

"Understood."

...

The rain curtain fell from the eaves into the courtyard; Chen Mo looked up to the right.

Zhao Jiangning, accompanied by several personal maids and led by Chun Lan, walked briskly over, hands overlapping at her waist.

Zhao Jiangning also saw Chen Mo.

Then she gestured for her maids to retreat.

Chen Mo also signaled with a glance, and Chun Lan withdrew as well.

He got off the rocking chair and walked forward with a smile, "Your Highness gracing us with your presence; I failed to greet you from afar. I hope Your Highness doesn't mind."

Zhao Jiangning, upon approaching, gave Chen Mo a glare and sat down on the chair beside the rocking chair, then said, "Your mansion indeed has many peculiar and curios things."

"If Your Highness likes them, I can gift some to you." Seeing Zhao Jiangning sit down, Chen Mo lay down on the rocking chair again.

For a moment, it seemed as if Zhao Jiangning had become the attendant.

Zhao Jiangning also noticed this and furrowed her brow, saying, "No need. Didn't you say you would visit the Gao Mansion yesterday? How come I didn't see you all day?"

"Something came up, so I couldn't make it," Chen Mo said casually.

"Hmph, I think you were just scared," Zhao Jiangning snorted.

Chen Mo didn't reply but instead said, "Shouldn't Your Highness be holding vigil for the Prince Consort? With such heavy rain, why did you think of visiting my mansion?"

Seeing that he was deliberately asking what he knew, Zhao Jiangning was so angry that she gritted her teeth, "Do you have to humiliate me like this?"

"Oh, I remember; Your Highness is here for treatment, right?" Chen Mo got off the rocking chair, stood up, gestured to the rocking chair, and said, "Then please lie down, Your Highness."

"Here?" Zhao Jiangning was dumbfounded.

"Don't worry, without my permission, no one will come here. And besides, in such heavy rain, doesn't Your Highness find it a different kind of flavor?" Chen Mo laughed.

Zhao Jiangning could tell he was teasing her, blushing as she said, "I can't, this… this is outside."

"It's cooler outside; the house is stifling." Chen Mo explained.

Zhao Jiangning knew he was doing it on purpose, but she couldn't do anything about it.

So she had to lie down on the rocking chair.

Then she felt her clothing being unbuttoned, and in broad daylight, Zhao Jiangning felt an indescribable sense of shame.

Just hoped this treatment would be over soon.

But it seemed like Chen Mo was intentionally playing with her.

During the treatment, he kept talking to her.

For instance.

"Your Highness, what are your plans once your injury is healed?"

"Your Highness, you're still so young, surely you don't really intend to keep living as a widow at the Gao Family?"

"Your Highness, seeing how Gao Fen treated you, it's really not worth it to live as a widow for him!"

Despite the continuous chatter, Zhao Jiangning couldn't help but retort with a sarcastic tone, "Should I remarry you then?"