Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 95 Wanqiu, have you heard Wang Wei’s ’Lovesickness’?
Using the Power of Origin of the Ancient Heavy Pupils twice in a row.
Along with a high level of mental focus, breaking into Jingru Palace and witnessing a provocative scene stirred the flames in Chen Mo’s heart, making them hard to restrain.
At this moment, holding Ye Wanqiu in his arms, inhaling the faint scent emanating from her body, after the Imperial Guard had left, he could no longer hold back, cupping Ye Wanqiu’s cheeks, he began to kiss her.
"Mmm..." Ye Wanqiu’s eyes widened.
Seeing the invasive gaze in Chen Mo’s eyes, Ye Wanqiu felt at a loss.
How could he?
How dare he?
But why couldn’t she refuse him?
Ye Wanqiu transitioned from shock to nervousness, panic, shyness, expectation...
Under Chen Mo’s assault.
Ye Wanqiu instantly lost the ability to resist.
Or rather, she didn’t put up any resistance at all. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
She slowly closed her eyes, then inexplicably hugged him as well.
Soon she discovered a secret.
Chen Hong wasn’t actually a eunuch.
Ye Wanqiu’s eyes widened again, filled with disbelief.
But Chen Mo had no time to answer her now.
He began to peel away her protective cover.
"No... don’t..."
Ye Wanqiu began to resist.
Although she hadn’t experienced intimacy before, she knew what was about to happen.
She felt a bit expectant, but more so, uneasy.
After all, she was the Emperor’s Consort, and he was merely a eunuch from Weiyang Palace.
Even though this eunuch was fake.
But given their identities, they absolutely shouldn’t do such a thing.
If found out, both would face disastrous consequences.
Additionally, Ye Wanqiu felt a tinge of resentment.
What did he take her for?
Kissed her and now wanted more.
Did he think she was easy to bully?
Though resisting, for a normal and weak woman, Ye Wanqiu’s resistance in Chen Mo’s eyes seemed more like hesitating acceptance.
Just when things were about to spiral uncontrollably.
Qing Shuang’s voice sounded from outside the hall.
"Madam, are you okay?"
"They’re too much, bullying us because we have no backing in the palace, even daring to check your bedchamber. Would they dare in Consort Yu’s palace?"
"Madam, are you asleep?"
After several questions, hearing no response from the inner chamber, Qing Shuang felt worried and wanted to lift the curtain and enter to check.
But soon Ye Wanqiu’s voice reached her ears.
"Qing Shuang, you may leave for now, I’m... fine, just a bit tired..."
Upon hearing this.
Qing Shuang’s footsteps halted: "Very well."
Then, she left Ye Wanqiu’s bedchamber.
On the soft couch in the inner chamber.
Ye Wanqiu wrapped herself in the quilt, sitting on the bed, with her whole body enveloped inside.
As for the protective cover, it had long been peeled away.
Chen Mo rubbed his temples, not knowing what to say.
Not on purpose?
"Damn it, I’ll smack you twice, say it again?"
"Madam, I’m sorry..." Chen Mo reached out to touch Ye Wanqiu’s silky hair.
Seeing that she didn’t shy away, he decisively hugged both her and the quilt in his arms, saying, "Madam, I do not mean to beat around the bush, I’ll just say it straight, Madam, I like you, be my woman!"
Hmm...
No response.
Incredibly awkward.
Chen Mo suddenly thought of the numerous books in her room, she might be a literary enthusiast.
Immediately, he cleared his throat, trying to come up with a few romantic verses.
But quickly felt his mind go blank.
Only regret not studying enough in time of need.
He remembered quite a few poems.
But romantic ones, not so many.
After pondering for a while, he spoke a line: "May we ever be two love birds flying wing to wing, on land two intertwined branches of one tree."
But after saying it, Chen Mo felt something weird.
Yet he couldn’t figure out what.
"Damn it, if this were during high school, I might have managed to come up with seven or eight lines."
However, Ye Wanqiu took notice of Chen Mo, saying, "We... we can’t be together."
Even though Ye Wanqiu hadn’t heard Chen Mo’s poetry before, as a learned woman, she could perceive the meaning, causing her face to blush.
She hadn’t even agreed, yet he spoke of eternal unity.
"Why not? I’m not really a eunuch, am I?" Chen Mo knew if he pushed harder, he could win over Ye Wanqiu tonight.
And Ye Wanqiu would definitely not report him.
But since things between them were almost certain, Chen Mo naturally didn’t want to force her into something she was unwilling.
"I... am the Emperor’s Consort, aren’t you afraid of losing your head?" Ye Wanqiu glanced at Chen Mo.
"I’m already pretending to be a Fake Eunuch, do you think I’m afraid?" Chen Mo said.
Ye Wanqiu: "..."
For some reason, she found Chen Mo’s words made a lot of sense.
"You’re not afraid, but I... I am." Ye Wanqiu lowered her head, "I still have my father and mother, I don’t want to drag them into this."
"As long as no one else knows..." Chen Mo turned her face towards him, "Come now, Wanqiu, one more kiss."
"You..." Ye Wanqiu was angry, she was speaking seriously.
But she couldn’t help but yield, as Chen Mo kissed her crimson lips once again.
Compared to before, Chen Mo was gentler this time.
Soon, Ye Wanqiu was led into the depths by Chen Mo.
After a long while, their lips parted.
"Alright, it’s settled then. Wanqiu, I have business tonight, see you tomorrow, good night."
Chen Mo got out of bed ready to leave.
He certainly couldn’t stay overnight at Jingru Palace.
If he didn’t return to Weiyang Palace tonight, trouble would arise if asked, as he wasn’t at Shenxiao Temple either.
Just as Chen Mo was preparing to leave through the window.
Ye Wanqiu suddenly called out to him.
"Wanqiu, what is it? Don’t want me to leave?" Chen Mo teased.
Ye Wanqiu glared at him, then said, "May we ever be two love birds flying wing to wing, on land two intertwined branches of one tree, which book did you read that from?"
Ye Wanqiu naturally didn’t believe it was Chen Mo’s original creation.
Because it wasn’t used correctly.
Though it was a love poem.
The scene earlier clearly didn’t fit.
"Uh, I saw it in a singular poetry collection, written by Bai Juyi." Chen Mo thought for a moment, replied.
"Bai Juyi?" Ye Wanqiu shook her head, heard nothing more and said, "Then... where’s that rare collection?"
"Uh, I lost it." Chen Mo said.
A hint of disappointment flashed on Ye Wanqiu’s face, but a smile soon appeared again.
Because Chen Mo said, "I remember the poems from it.
Why don’t I recite another one for you?"
"...Alright."
"Have you heard of Wang Wei’s ’Yearning’?"
"Who is Wang Wei?"
"Hmm, you wouldn’t know even if I told you, just listen to the poem."
"Wait, I’ll get paper and pen... you turn around."
"Not like I haven’t seen before."
"You..."
"Alright, I’m turning."
A moment later, wearing a sleep dress, Ye Wanqiu arrived at the desk holding pen and paper, "Go ahead."
"Meow."
Just then, an orange cat lying by the other window meowed, its big eyes curiously watching the two, clearly having witnessed everything before.
Ye Wanqiu: "..."
Chen Mo: "..."
