Weiyang Palace.
In the warm inner hall.
The bronze candlestick bore a flame that was bright and scorching in its orange glow.
Not far away, from a bronze incense burner carved with auspicious beast designs, wisps of intoxicating smoke rose and drifted throughout the hall.
On the Phoenix Bed, with its curtains tied by golden hooks, Chen Mo embraced Liang Ji’s voluptuous waist. After indulging himself, he propped himself up slightly and gazed down at the beautiful woman beneath him, her skin white with a blush, her breath soft. His heart was filled with a mesmerizing passion.
"Yu... Yu..."
Chen Mo caressed the face of Liang Ji.
After so many entanglements, a tacit understanding had developed between the two.
Liang Ji understood that Chen Mo wished to revisit his homeland.
With a hint of wistfulness, she glanced playfully at Chen Mo before raising her hands to encircle his neck, slowly closing her eyes.
"Yu... Yu..."
Chen Mo lowered his head and captured Liang Ji’s fragrant lips once more. This time, she did not bite him back but responded in kind.
Chen Mo caressed Liang Ji’s face, holding her head and running his fingers through her hair as her tension eased and her heart settled like a bird returning home.
Feeling a twinge in her brow, Liang Ji clung tightly to Chen Mo’s neck, letting him express his affection.
At this moment, rain began to fall in the garden outside the window, mixed with hail the size of soybeans, tapping rhythmically on the roof tiles, heralding the arrival of the new year.
The night grew deeper and colder.
But all of this had nothing to do with the few people inside the hall.
Zhao Yushu stood less than an inch from the Phoenix Bed, listening to the sounds that seemed divine, feeling utterly uncomfortable—even when averting her gaze, her eyes would uncontrollably flicker forward.
Just a few glances were enough to make Zhao Yushu’s body feel feverish.
Xu Ying observed the blush rising on the face of the stunning lady and couldn’t help but fall into a brief trance.
After staring dazedly for a while, she finally came to her senses and curved her lips into an amused smile.
What is it, really?
I thought you were different somehow.
But in the end, aren’t you all the same?
If Xu Ying had paper and brush, she would have sketched this scene without hesitation.
Of course, she wasn’t just watching.
She crawled to the side of the two, taking advantage of the pause after their kiss to boldly ask Chen Mo for a kiss.
Even though Liang Ji had already concluded that Xu Ying was a vixen, seeing this, she couldn’t help but blush, feeling a bit embarrassed.
This shameless woman!
Right after the sovereign had kissed her, now she kissed him.
Wasn’t that akin to her too...
Thinking of this, Liang Ji felt her heart flutter involuntarily, like swinging on a tree swing.
Not long after, Liang Ji furrowed her brow.
Chen Mo tightly embraced the unconsciously quivering Liang Ji, his heart swelling with even greater affection.
"Rest for a while." Chen Mo raised his hand to wipe the sweat from Liang Ji’s forehead, then turned and lay down beside her, pulling the nearby quilt over her.
Xu Ying saw Liang Ji making room and immediately moved to crawl over.
But a gentle voice sounded from behind her.
"Your Majesty, this concubine feels a bit tired."
Wu Mi came to the edge of the Phoenix Bed, sat down, and then removed her embroidered shoes to crawl onto the bed.
The tacit understanding between Chen Mo and Wu Mi was even deeper than with Liang Ji.
She didn’t mean that she was sleepy and wanted to sleep now.
Rather, she didn’t want to wait any longer and intended to indulge with Chen Mo until they were ready to sleep.
Chen Mo chuckled, lying on the bed with arms open wide to Wu Mi.
Wu Mi obediently snuggled into Chen Mo’s arms, and they embraced tightly.
After a short embrace, Chen Mo kissed Wu Mi’s cherry lips and then rolled over, pressing her beneath him.
Xu Ying watched the scene, feeling some disappointment, but she wouldn’t dare to compete with Wu Mi.
Even when Chen Mo was intimate with Liang Ji, she could ask Chen Mo for a kiss.
But if Wu Mi was the one Chen Mo was being intimate with, she dared not.
No one dared to interfere when Chen Mo was with Wu Mi.
Let alone Xu Ying, who wouldn’t even dare to pull on Wu Mi’s clothes.
She didn’t even dare to look at Wu Mi’s "shameful" appearance.
Instead, she focused her attention on Zhao Yushu.
"Sister Consort Liu, come up quickly, it’s quite cold under the bed," Xu Ying said.
Just a moment ago, Wu Mi and Zhao Yushu stood together by the bed, and Zhao Yushu hadn’t felt so awkward. But now all alone, unnoticed, Xu Ying addressed her, making Zhao Yushu’s embarrassment unbearable, her heart harboring some resentment towards Xu Ying.
With Xu Ying staring straight at her, Zhao Yushu couldn’t refuse even if she wanted to.
Seeing her hesitate, Xu Ying reached out and pulled her up directly.
Zhao Shuyu: "..."
Reluctantly, she crawled onto the Phoenix Bed.
She gazed down at this bed upon which she had once slept, never imagining that one day this bed would hold so many people.
"Yushu, quickly come in, ignore this vixen."
Seeing Xu Ying engage Zhao Yushu in conversation, Liang Ji, resting, pulled Zhao Yushu into her covers.
Zhao Yushu murmured softly, her plump, fair cheeks immediately blushing a rosy hue, with sensations running down her back.
She had only one thought in her mind.
So soft.
Xu Ying just smirked, wondering what the point of pretending was at this stage.
Liang Ji ignored Xu Ying and turned her gaze towards Wu Mi.
Her heart felt a touch of sourness.
She could sense that Chen Mo respected and cherished Wu Mi more than them.
Their entanglement seemed almost like a form of art.
Unlike her own, which was so wild.
Even the shell of Wu Mi, Chen Mo hadn’t fully peeled away.
The reason being, Wu Mi was his rightful wife, the Empress, allowing four phoenixes to share a nest was a significant "indulgence" for him, so in front of Liang Ji and the others, Chen Mo surely gave Wu Mi some dignity.
Shortly after.
Chen Mo embraced Wu Mi’s form, soft as mud, in his arms, holding her chin.
Wu Mi’s beautiful nose twitched with a soft sound, looking up to meet Chen Mo’s eyes, and they almost simultaneously leaned in for another kiss.
After a passionate kiss, Wu Mi’s lovely eyes glistened with a captivating sheen. She gently pushed Chen Mo away and said softly, "Your Majesty, this concubine is tired, let Consort Qing and Consort Liu care for you now."
Saying this, Wu Mi moved to lie down on the inner side of the Phoenix Bed.
"Thank you, Empress."
Xu Ying, without any pretension, immediately leapt into Chen Mo’s embrace as soon as Wu Mi moved aside.
"Foul vixen," Liang Ji couldn’t help but scoff, making space for Wu Mi while nudging Zhao Yushu as if urging her to challenge Xu Ying.
But Zhao Yushu either didn’t understand Liang Ji’s intention or understood but didn’t want to act, so she remained still.
Eventually, it was Chen Mo who pulled her out from the covers.