Zhao Yushu: "..."
Liang Ji’s face flushed red with anger, cursing as a bitch.
Wu Mi seemed to have really rested, wrapped in the quilt, not participating in their quarrel.
Chen Mo listened to her words, his expression froze.
Good tea indeed.
She really knows how to act.
More eager to bully her.
At this moment, Chen Mo leaned closer to her ear, holding her gentle head, speaking in a slightly low voice, "Then I’ll massage you, my beloved consort."
"Your Majesty..."
Xu Ying lifted her head, proactively kissing Chen Mo’s lips.
Chen Mo’s eyes widened suddenly, feeling as if his eyeballs were about to fall out.
You just ate, and now you’re kissing me.
Who taught you that?
Zhao Yushu and Liang Ji also stood agape, even rubbing their eyes in disbelief at what they were seeing.
This...this is just...
Impossible to put into words.
"Yushu..."
Liang Ji quickly pulled Zhao Yushu away a bit.
"What’s wrong?" Zhao Yushu was still puzzled.
"I’m afraid you’ll get blood on you," Liang Ji said, glancing at Xu Ying with a trace of sympathy.
She had also done this kind of thing back in the day.
After that, she experienced Chen Mo’s relentless bullying.
Sure enough, as Liang Ji pulled Zhao Yushu away, an epic battle began.
...
Not sure when.
The night outside Weiyang Palace was hazy, the rain had stopped for a while, and the howling cold wind blew through the courtyard’s ginkgo trees, creating a rustling sound among the woods.
Zhao Yushu held Liang Ji, because she was frightened earlier, feeling somewhat scared.
Zhao Yushu looked at Xu Ying, whose skin was white toned with red, drenched in fragrant sweat, her eyelashes lightly trembling, with only one thought in mind.
Too violent.
If it were herself, she might not wake up the next day.
Liang Ji, however, did not have much reaction, having seen the world.
Wu Mi lay on the innermost side with her silky hair scattered, her face hidden in the brocade quilt, listening to the noise just now, her heart still rippling amidst the stormy waves.
And as for Xu Ying, the one involved, her delicate body was soft, lacking even the strength to speak; she bit her pink lips with her white teeth, her eyes rolled back, and a strand of her silky hair hung down her face, her tender body still slightly trembling.
Yet in her mind, an unprecedented sense of contentment rose.
"Your Majesty, I’m exhausted." After managing to recover some strength, Xu Ying spoke.
She was truly tired, and upon finishing speaking, a wave of drowsiness flooded her mind, sending her into a deep sleep.
Chen Mo inhaled the fragrance hovering between the beautiful woman’s hair, kissed her on the cheek, then embraced her, placing her in the quilt where Wu Mi was.
Chen Mo turned back to Zhao Yushu, meeting her shy eyes, warmly saying, "Yushu, come here, it’s time to rest."
"Your Majesty." Zhao Yushu’s cheeks were crimson with shyness, feeling a bit scared.
Liang Ji stood in front of Zhao Yushu, saying, "Your Majesty, it’s already very late, no more fooling around, let’s rest early."
"Don’t worry, I know my limits."
Chen Mo had a scale in his heart; all in all, everything was under his control.
"You better know your limits, Yushu is just an ordinary person, not some enchanting spirit."
Saying this, Liang Ji was still somewhat worried, planning to help Zhao Yushu share some of the pressure.
Zhao Yushu: "..."
Chen Mo laughed, pulling both of them into his embrace, holding Zhao Yushu underneath, gently stroking Liang Ji’s fragrant and plump tender body, saying, "No need to differentiate, let’s rest together."
Feeling Chen Mo’s warm chest, Zhao Yushu, shy yet with an odd thought in her mind.
Tonight, it seemed like her sense of participation was particularly low.
It’s true what they say about beauties being light-hearted.
Your Majesty had been intimate with Consort Qing, Princess Consort Lan alone for a while.
But with her...
Of course, this thought, Zhao Yushu was definitely too embarrassed to say out loud.
...
In Xu Ying’s bedchamber.
Consort Ning, Madam Gan yawned with fatigue, lifting the teapot beside her, only to find it was empty—its contents long since consumed by the three of them.
"I can’t take it anymore; I need to go back and rest." Consort Hui, Madam Xiao, pushed her cards forward, yawning as well.
"Why hasn’t Consort Qing returned yet? What could the Empress possibly want with her? It’s already so late." Consort Lan, Zhihua said, feeling drowsy too.
"Could it be that the Empress kept her at Weiyang Palace for the night?" Madam Xiao suggested.
"Does Consort Qing have a good relationship with the Empress? They don’t seem to interact much." Zhihua questioned in confusion.
"Do you think maybe His Majesty is also at Weiyang Palace?" Madam Gan speculated.
At those words, Madam Xiao and Zhihua suddenly perked up.
Indeed.
After all, they had just shared a New Year’s Eve banquet, and it was too late for the Empress to merely speak with Xu Ying.
The only plausible explanation might be that His Majesty was also present, perhaps having summoned Xu Ying under the Empress’s name.
To have the two of them keep him company for the night.
Zhihua’s face turned slightly red: "I don’t think that’s likely. The Empress probably wouldn’t agree to such a thing."
"Who can say for sure?" Madam Gan remarked.
...
The next day, dawn had fully broken, with just a hint of sunlight peeking through, quickly veiled by clouds.
The howling cold wind rampaged through the world.
Weiyang Palace.
In the inner chamber, the incense smoke in the censer had already dissipated.
The temperature inside the hall was cold as well.
Since last night, Wu Mi had stated that without her instruction, no one was to enter, so naturally, no one dared to step in to add firewood or incense.
A whole night’s burning, not going out would have been strange.
On the Phoenix Bed, shrouded by curtains, Chen Mo awakened, turned his gaze towards Wu Mi on the other side; the beauty slept peacefully, holding onto his arm.
Chen Mo turned his head to look at Zhao Yushu on the other side; a woman in her prime, her sleeping face tranquil, though a rosy blush still lingered on her snow-like face.
Chen Mo couldn’t help but recall last night, the euphoric sense of distraction, truly indescribable in words.
At that moment, Chen Mo felt he wouldn’t trade it for an Immortal’s position.
The second to awaken was not Wu Mi or Zhao Yushu beside him but Liang Ji, lying next to Zhao Yushu.
The brocade quilt was not very large, and as she slept on the furthest side with Xu Ying, the quilt barely covered her.
Yes, last night, Xu Ying was pushed to the outside.
It was Liang Ji who moved.
Liang Ji felt her feet cold and trembling; her long eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her bright eyes, and because she slept on her side facing the exterior, the first thing she saw upon waking was Xu Ying.
She froze momentarily, trying to get up, only to find Xu Ying’s leg draped over her, shaming her heart and making her increasingly angry.
She had no compassion for Xu Ying and, without a thought, kicked her off the bed.
Xu Ying, with a loud thud, was kicked to the floor; even a pig would have been startled awake.
Xu Ying opened her sleepy eyes, instinctively rubbing her posterior where she had landed. After a moment of confusion, realizing Liang Ji had kicked her off, she jumped back onto the bed, grabbing Liang Ji’s hair and pulling.
"How dare you, I’ll fight you." Xu Ying was incensed.
"Do you think you’re a match for me?"
Not even a round and Xu Ying was already pinned beneath Liang Ji.
Their strengths weren’t on the same level at all.
Seeing the two seriously about to fight, Chen Mo quickly intervened.
Zhao Yushu and Wu Mi also woke up, aware of the commotion, each pulled one away.
"Let’s talk it out without fighting," Wu Mi said.
"I’ve nothing to say to her," Xu Ying and Liang Ji declared in unison.
Both were too upset for even Wu Mi’s words to take effect.
Chen Mo cleared his throat lightly, saying, "Since you both have so much energy, how about we have a little meeting?"
Upon hearing this, the previously angry Liang Ji suddenly cowered.
Only Xu Ying shouted enthusiastically: "Sure!"
"I’ll deal with you another day," Liang Ji, truly fearing Chen Mo might follow through, hurriedly dressed and darted out.
"That’s what I should be saying to you. What did I do to provoke you early in the morning to kick me out of bed?" Xu Ying, fierce and unrelenting, did not shrink from Liang Ji; instead, she snuggled up to Chen Mo.
Yes, Zhao Yushu had made space for her, and Zhao Yushu left too.