"I want to kiss you..."
Zhao Yushu had just said that when Chen Mo’s other hand wrapped around her waist, planting a smack of a kiss on her face, as beautiful as peach blossoms.
Zhao Yushu was stunned, her eyes widening.
Last time with Liang Ji, it was already unbelievable.
Now, in front of the Empress and Consort Qing, Zhao Yushu couldn’t imagine it.
She shyly pushed Chen Mo away.
"Chen Mo, don’t go too far," Liang Ji said sternly, calling Chen Mo by name. Last time she let him have his way once, but to think he wants more now, and even brought that foxy Wu Mi and the Empress.
"We’re all family, what’s there to be embarrassed about? It’s bound to happen sooner or later."
Chen Mo wanted... In fact, he only needed to deal with Liang Ji.
Mi’Er had already agreed to him.
Zhao Yushu was soft-natured and easy to bully, just need to be firm with her.
Xu Ying was eager for it.
Only Liang Ji required a bit more effort.
"Ugh." Liang Ji spat, her angry spittle hitting Chen Mo’s face, her expression serious, "Don’t even think about it."
Liang Ji was like a cat with its fur standing on end, struggling intensely.
"This is my New Year’s wish. Can’t Linglong fulfill it for me just once?"
"Don’t you dare."
Liang Ji had already activated the innate spiritual energy within her. Her face, white and smooth as snow, was both embarrassed and angry.
"Then I’m sorry."
Chen Mo momentarily let go of Zhao Yushu and picked Liang Ji up, walking toward the Phoenix Bed.
Liang Ji’s heart skipped a beat, the innate spiritual energy inside her surged out, but under Chen Mo’s suppression, it only stirred a slight breeze in the hall, leaving her unable to struggle.
Seeing her body falling onto the Phoenix Bed, Liang Ji panicked and began to plead, "Your Majesty, no, I beg of you... This can’t happen... Let Xu Ying that fox leave, and I will agree..."
Seeing the young man’s body leaning over her, Liang Ji began to compromise. As long as Xu Ying left, she would agree.
"It seems sister’s feelings for His Majesty aren’t that deep, you can’t even agree to such a small request from His Majesty."
Xu Ying, pulling Zhao Yushu’s hand, kept approaching, a playful smile on her lips.
Zhao Yushu followed reluctantly, her face flushed red.
Wu Mi instructed those below to leave, forbidding anyone to disturb them tonight.
After finishing the instructions, she walked toward the Phoenix Bed.
"Bitch, do you think I’m as shameless as you?"
Liang Ji’s chest heaved slightly, yet she still found time to curse Xu Ying.
"Sister’s words aren’t just a scold to this sister alone." Xu Ying glanced at Zhao Yushu, but did not look at Wu Mi, not daring to offend the Empress of the harem.
"No way, I only mean you..."
The words were still in her mouth, but her lips were already captured by Chen Mo.
"Mmm..."
Liang Ji’s eyelashes trembled, her hands raised, pushing continuously against Chen Mo’s chest, but the man was like a mountain, unmoving.
"Your Majesty, this consort will help you."
Xu Ying came quickly, her lithe and graceful form shining brilliantly under the lamplight.
Xu Ying set about helping remove Liang Ji’s armor, wanting to see with her own eyes the awkwardness of Liang Ji serving someone.
To see if she would still dare to criticize others afterward.
At this moment, Liang Ji’s charming and dignified face was already flushed, a glance at Xu Ying’s actions, and she bit down on Chen Mo’s lips.
She was afraid of hurting Chen Mo earlier, but now that Xu Ying dared to bully her, she could no longer care.
While Chen Mo was in pain, Liang Ji kicked toward Xu Ying.
Xu Ying was caught off guard, directly kicked off the bed by Liang Ji, falling flat on her face.
If Liang Ji were able to use her strength, with her Fourth-Grade Martial Artist cultivation, Xu Ying might have been kicked to the point of internal injury.
"Are you... alright?" Zhao Yushu was startled and quickly stepped forward to help Xu Ying up.
"Hiss... you’re serious this time..."
Xu Ying held her chest, inhaling sharply. Luckily, she was kicked in the chest, where her bust provided some buffer, but it was still uncomfortable.
She quickly regulated her energy, shaking her head at Zhao Yushu.
Liang Ji sneered twice coldly; if you dare come again, I’ll just kick your foxy head.
"Too much bullying, I’m going to fight you."
Ordinary cursing from Liang Ji was negligible to Xu Ying, but after suffering such a loss, she had to get revenge.
"Don’t..." Zhao Yushu, still kind-hearted, tried to dissuade Xu Ying, but before she could finish, Xu Ying went back in.
This time, Xu Ying was clever, hiding behind Chen Mo, where Liang Ji couldn’t kick her over, and Chen Mo, seeing Liang Ji was serious, also intended to protect Xu Ying, keeping the situation under control.
Xu Ying seized the opportunity to grab and pull on a corner of Liang Ji’s jacket.
Initially, Xu Ying wanted to take off Liang Ji’s jacket intact.
Now, however, she tore Liang Ji’s jacket into pieces.
Although it took some effort, the effect was obvious, Liang Ji soon found herself scantily clad.
Liang Ji’s delicate body trembled, embarrassed and angry, but under Chen Mo’s suppression, she couldn’t do anything about Xu Ying, only growl in impotent rage.
Zhao Yushu watched, face red and eyes darting away.
"Consort Liu, go serve His Majesty and take off his clothes."
Wu Mi approached, saying to Zhao Yushu.
If anyone else had said this, Zhao Yushu might have hesitated.
But as the head of the harem, timid by nature, she dared not defy Wu Mi’s words and stepped forward to assist.
Tasting the iron tang in his mouth, Chen Mo dared not kiss Liang Ji’s lips further until he subdued her, instead leaving marks on her neck.
Seeing Chen Mo deliberately protecting Xu Ying, Liang Ji became even angrier, struggling more fiercely. Unable to bite Chen Mo’s lips, she aimed for his shoulder.
But with that bite, Liang Ji felt as though she had bitten into iron.
Even though Chen Mo had withdrawn his spiritual energy defense, the physical strength from the Vajra Skill was nothing to scoff at.
Liang Ji, sulky, hadn’t finished venting, feeling like a punching bag.
Meanwhile, Xu Ying continued to tug at the few remaining pieces of her clothing.
Liang Ji’s straight, proud nose twisted in anger, her brows furrowed.
She changed her strategy, stopped struggling, letting Chen Mo have his way, letting Xu Ying pull away.
Of course, she hadn’t given up.
Rather, she was biding her time.
She would find an opportunity later.
Seeing the struggle cease suddenly, Chen Mo lifted his head, gazing at the snowy skin beneath him, momentarily entranced.
He was unsure what plan Liang Ji had.
He had no mind to ponder aimless thoughts.
With the beauty in his embrace.
Business mattered more.
At that moment, Chen Mo buried his head in Liang Ji’s body, like an eclipse.
Xu Ying glanced lightly, then looked at herself, lifting her head with pride on her face.
She felt she had something to compare against.