Chen Mo’s lustful nature couldn’t be cleansed; having restrained himself for so long, his body was as vigorous as a dragon and tiger, unable to hold back any longer.
Chen Mo pinched her chin and kissed her again. His breath was hot, while his other hand explored Nalan Yiren’s front, measuring her ample bosom. Nalan Yiren’s unique smoky voice became slightly soft and trembling, stirred by Chen Mo’s actions.
Nalan Yiren let out a hum, and soon, her skirt was half undone, revealing the blue lotus bellyband, the hem raised to her knees, showing off her long, straight, snow-white calves.
The floor was covered with a rug, so Nalan Yiren didn’t wear shoes, only silk socks. When Chen Mo was building a snowman, her toes in the silk socks could be seen twitching suddenly.
Suddenly, Nalan Yiren’s legs stiffened, and her arms tightly wrapped around Chen Mo’s back. She looked up and separated her lips from Chen Mo’s, tremblingly saying, "Stop it."
Chen Mo was too playful; after building the snowman, he even went to the pond to catch fish.
...
No one knew how much time had passed.
Nalan Yiren, drenched in fragrant sweat, curled up in Chen Mo’s embrace. Her delicate body had no strength left, dazed and disoriented.
After resting for a while, she finally came back to herself and punched Chen Mo’s chest: "You bastard."
"Ah... cough cough..."
No one knew if this punch landed on Chen Mo’s injury; he yelped in pain and bent over coughing.
Nalan Yiren, not suspecting anything, immediately panicked: "Are you... okay? I didn’t mean it, quick, let me see your injury."
As she spoke, she was about to help Chen Mo up to check his condition.
"Ha..."
Chen Mo suddenly jumped up, scaring Nalan Yiren.
Nalan Yiren froze for a moment, quickly realizing Chen Mo was teasing her. She immediately pushed him away and said, "Go to hell."
Then she pulled up her skirt and started dressing.
Chen Mo pulled her into his embrace, smiling: "Yiren, don’t be angry, it was just a joke, and besides, you weren’t really angry just now..."
"Stop talking." Nalan Yiren hurriedly raised her hand to cover Chen Mo’s mouth, her face flushed red. The flames in her heart, which had somewhat cooled, suddenly flared up again. At the same time, she regretted how she had lost control earlier and made such a big fool of herself.
"Alright, alright, it’s all my fault. I was wrong; I won’t dare next time."
Chen Mo gently caressed her tender and smooth skin, as soft as cream.
"You dare have a next time!" Nalan Yiren gritted her teeth, glared at Chen Mo, removed his hand, dressed properly, and distanced herself from Chen Mo.
In her heart, she had already decided not to let Chen Mo touch her again until they were married.
Not even kissing was allowed.
Whenever he kissed, his hands would start wandering.
And each time it got more excessive.
Nalan Yiren was worried that if it continued like this, she’d be dazed and Chen Mo would take advantage before the marriage.
Seeing Chen Mo trying to hug her again, Nalan Yiren hurriedly stopped him: "Enough, you promised me before. If you truly want someone, go find Yu Zhu, hasn’t the Queen seemed interested? Go find her."
Chen Mo: "..."
Speak of the devil.
Outside the hall, the sound of Yu Zhu’s footsteps could be heard. When Yu Zhu entered, Nalan Yiren was already fully dressed and heading outside.
Yu Zhu greeted her, but Nalan Yiren did not respond.
"What’s wrong with the State Preceptor?" Yu Zhu asked in confusion.
"No problem, I tasked her with something," Chen Mo said, looking at Yu Zhu’s expression. "What is it? Any issue?"
Yu Zhu nodded: "Your Majesty, there’s a big problem."
Yu Zhu quickly explained it.
"Clothes... Southward Escape?" Chen Mo frowned.
According to Yu Zhu, Tuoba Ai, along with Prince Zhao Tuoba Mu and tribes close to the Tuoba Clan and some northern tribes, had fled south.
On the southern side of Jin Xia, which is close to the previously conquered Gao Liao, Jin Xia still had over ten thousand troops stationed. Coupled with Tuoba Ai’s troops and those of various tribes, if he truly reached the south, he could muster an army of one hundred thousand.
This indeed is a big problem.
The Tuoba Clan had ruled this region for hundreds of years. This generation’s Great Khan Tuoba Hui was a competent ruler, and the people’s hearts in Jin Xia were still with the Tuoba Clan.
If the people of Jin Xia learned that the Tuoba Clan had declared an empire in the south, they might follow them there.
The key issue is, between Jin Xia’s north and south, there’s a major river called the Datong River blocking the way.
Chen Mo hadn’t brought the Navy with him this time. If Tuoba Ai crossed the river and reached the south, this war would drag on for much longer.
"Damn it."
Chen Mo initially thought he had anticipated Tuoba Ai, but didn’t expect him to pull this southward escape.
"Quick, call Chang En." Chen Mo suddenly regained energy, put on his boots and got up.
Tuoba Ai, leading so many people south, couldn’t possibly move quickly. Chen Mo must intercept and annihilate them before they cross the river.
Yu Zhu had just retreated, but soon returned. Before Chen Mo could speak, she said, "General Sun has arrived."
"Let him in."
Sun Meng walked in quickly, ready to salute, but Chen Mo waved his hand: "Say what you need to; I’m busy now."
Sun Meng paused momentarily and quickly began speaking.
It’s about Zuo Nian.
The criminals were caught, but according to the people below, these criminals were not the actual assassins.
"So you’re saying the people Zuo Nian caught are not the real criminals, just scapegoats, and he’s fooling me?" Chen Mo asked.
"He probably doesn’t dare deceive Your Majesty. I guess he’s in a rush to deliver results, capturing people to make up numbers," Sun Meng replied.
"Already daring to lie to me, it seems I need to give him a stern lesson." Chen Mo’s expression darkened. With the Tuoba Ai issue, he was too busy to get involved in this farce with Zuo Nian. He whispered a few instructions to Sun Meng.
Sun Meng respectfully retreated.
Imperial Study.
After seeing Chang En, Chen Mo issued orders for him to lead twenty thousand troops, with Zhao Liang and Cui Shuang as deputy generals, to immediately head to Datong Pass. They must arrive before Tuoba Ai crosses the river.
After Chang En left.
Chen Mo summoned Nalan Yiren, instructing her to lead five thousand troops to guard Yuxi City.
He would lead the rest of the troops to surround Tuoba Ai from behind.
He intended to completely annihilate Tuoba Ai’s group.
...
On the night of army preparation, near midnight.
The streets were cold and piercing.
A few constables huddled stealthily, carrying lanterns, patrolling back and forth. Since the Wei Army entered the city, Yuxi imposed a curfew, and no one was allowed outside at night.
Soon, they patrolled to Zuo Mansion, perhaps tired, leaning against a wall to rest. A few constables whispered: "This weather is really absurd, the coldest year ever, right?"
"Damn it, this constable’s job is really not for humans."
"Enough chatting, the Wei Emperor wants our superior to catch criminals, and he caught some beggars to make up numbers. If the criminals appear again and attack the Patrol Team, our superior’s scapegoating will definitely be discovered by the Wei Emperor, and then our superior will be blamed, and we won’t escape punishment," whispered the leader.
"Who?" Suddenly, one constable spoke in alarm.
"What happened?" the leader asked.
"Boss, I just saw a shadow go in there."
"Boss, that seems to be the superior’s residence."
Inside the rear courtyard of Zuo Mansion.
At this moment, Zuo Nian lay on a soft couch with a young married woman sitting on him.
This young woman was a newly acquired concubine Zuo Nian had taken a few days ago, a direct lineage daughter of the Wanyan Family, and a widow. He fancied her and used his power to claim her.
At this time, Zuo Nian felt that serving Great Wei as a dog was quite nice.
Otherwise, in usual circumstances, he wouldn’t have the blessing to even lick the shoes of a direct lineage daughter of the Wanyan Family.
Outside was bone-chilling cold, and the guards were freezing, but Zuo Nian, sensing the shivers of the guards, was instead more excited.
Suddenly, a tile on the roof was pried open.
On the couch, Zuo Nian’s Protective Spiritual Qi flared intensely. He quickly dodged and shouted, "Who?"
Looking down at the crossbow arrow shook onto the bed, Zuo Nian glanced up, seeing a hole the size of a head in the roof.
He looked to the side, and on the flower-like shoulders of the young woman, a crossbow arrow was lodged, the ground beneath blood-red, emitting wails.