Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law-Chapter 572: Fifty-Seven Two

After all, the Tingxuan Building is a place for business. Although there are swords in the private rooms, these swords are not sharpened.

Zhihua took the precious sword off the wall. At the moment she drew the sword from its sheath, Chen Mo saw the red numbers on her forehead change from "111" to "111+21."

This shows that Zhihua’s claim of being clumsy with the sword dance is certainly a lie.

However, the following sword dance performance by Zhihua was indeed as clumsy and awkward as she claimed.

"Is she putting on a show now..." Chen Mo murmured.

Though Zhihua’s sword dance was not good, her singing was very pleasing.

She danced with a sword and sang a line.

This song was one of "sorrow," with each word filled with grief and indignation, lacking skill but full of emotion.

The song ended.

It’s unclear whether it was deliberate or not, but Zhihua suddenly twisted her foot and fell to the ground.

Of course, Chen Mo saw this, and if he had acted, he could have easily caught her before she hit the ground. But instead, he did nothing, coldly watching as Zhihua fell to the floor, letting out a low cry of pain: "Ahh..."

At this point, Chen Mo pretended to help her and said, "Miss Zhihua, are you okay?"

He helped Zhihua sit beside the tea table, and was just about to say it was nothing when he winced slightly, his expression showing a hint of pain, and she blushed, "I think I twisted my foot, it really hurts."

"Let me take a look."

With that, he was about to reach for Zhihua’s small foot.

This scared Zhihua, causing her to pull her foot back. Fearing misunderstanding, she quickly explained, "No need to trouble Duke An."

"It’s fine." With those words, he grabbed Zhihua’s twisted foot and placed it on his lap.

Zhihua flinched but didn’t pull back, blushing, "I just sweated, it’s dirty."

But Chen Mo had already removed Zhihua’s embroidered shoe and then peeled off the silk sock.

As the courtesan of the brothel, Zhihua was outstanding in every aspect. Her small foot was beautiful, petite and exquisite, with toes as white and smooth as pearls, skin on the soles smooth as silk, and the arch of her foot perfectly curved. However, the ankle, which should have been enchanting, was red and swollen.

"It really is twisted..." Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, noting to himself that she was quite committed.

"Indeed, it’s twisted, but it should be just a minor sprain. It’s not a big issue, with some hot compresses and a few days’ rest, it should be fine."

Chen Mo released Zhihua’s small foot.

Zhihua blushed and said weakly, but instead of shyly putting on her socks and shoes, she suddenly said, "I heard that for a twisted foot, a massage can help alleviate it. Could I trouble Duke An to... massage it for me..."

The word "massage" was spoken so softly by Zhihua, it was practically inaudible.

Chen Mo was slightly taken aback, not expecting her to be so forward.

He smiled slightly, "Alright."

Then Chen Mo held the injured jade foot in his hand and gently started massaging it.

Zhihua shivered all over, her little toes instinctively clenching tight in Chen Mo’s hand, her legs rubbing together unconsciously, emitting a soft, seductive moan.

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"It’s... okay." As she spoke, Zhihua let out another soft moan.

Her voice was already very pleasant, tender and melodious, full of gentle affection, which at this moment in such an environment carried a hundredfold more allure.

But Chen Mo was unmoved.

After a brief moment, Chen Mo released her small foot, "There, done."

"Ah... thank you, Duke An." Zhihua’s eyes flickered with surprise, followed by a strong sense of disappointment.

"Go ahead and put your shoes on." Chen Mo handed her the silk socks and embroidered shoes.

Zhihua nodded, then suddenly seemed to think of something, grabbing Chen Mo’s hand before he could pull it back.

Chen Mo looked at her in confusion.

She took out a pink handkerchief from her sleeve, wet it with tea, and started wiping Chen Mo’s hands.

Quickly, Zhihua released Chen Mo’s hand and chuckled softly, "There, now it’s... not dirty."

Chen Mo: "..."

Alright, alright, so this is the game.

I don’t want to play anymore.

He had to admit, Zhihua had successfully sparked a fire within him.

And it was burning brightly.

If it were any other time, he would certainly pull Zhihua into his arms and pin her down.

But at this moment, he was really worried that she might be hiding poison, so he forcibly suppressed it, taking a deep breath, then standing up, "Alright, I’ve received your thanks. It’s just a small matter, you don’t need to dwell on it. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."

Zhihua: "..."

At that moment, she began to doubt the rumors.

Wasn’t it said that Duke An was lecherous, yet she had gone that far and he still held back?

Though she had earlier said she was of "willow and fluff" beauty, that was modesty. She was still quite confident in her looks and figure.

Seeing Chen Mo about to leave, she said, "Duke An, you haven’t eaten yet."

"No need, I’m not hungry." What he wanted now was not food but to "devour" someone back home.

Seeing this, Zhihua bit her lower lip, enduring the foot pain, and suddenly got up, embracing Chen Mo’s waist from behind.

The innate spiritual qi in Chen Mo’s body, which was about to surge out, retracted.

"Is there something else?" Chen Mo turned his head to glance at her.

But then, Zhihua suddenly released him, fell to her knees with a plop, her eyes reddening and teary, and she pleaded, "I beg you, Duke An, to save my brother."

"???"

Chen Mo turned around, utterly perplexed.

"What do you mean by that?" Chen Mo asked.

"Actually, my name is not Zhihua, but Flower Shadow, trained from a young age as a spy by Prince Huai. At thirteen, I was secretly sent to Yangzhou by him as an undercover agent, also serving as his eyes on the Xiao Family. Accompanying me was my brother. I’m not an ordinary person, but a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist. This time, I received a directive from Prince Huai to seduce you, Duke An, and then use Immortal Powder to assassinate you..." Zhihua said tearfully.

"Immortal Powder?" Chen Mo frowned.

"My handler said it’s a poison obtained by Prince Huai from the Western Regions, colorless and tasteless. Even an Upper-Grade Martial Artist, if accidentally ingesting it, once the poison acts, it would erode the meridians, rendering one powerless and unable to mobilize innate spiritual qi, at which point even an ordinary person could kill them," Zhihua said.

Hearing this, Chen Mo suddenly felt a chill all over, "And the tea just now?"

Luckily, he didn’t drink it but used innate spiritual qi to evaporate the tea when drinking. Still, this poison made him anxious in hindsight.

"I did not poison the tea," Zhihua said.

"Why not? I gave you the opportunity earlier. Furthermore, why are you suddenly telling me all this? Have you had a change of heart or are you planning to betray Prince Huai? Also, what about your brother?" Chen Mo asked in quick succession.