Even though she was already prepared, the moment Chen Mo held her hand, Wanyan Ya felt a jolt like electricity, but the customs of Jin Xia were open-minded, so Wanyan Ya quickly adapted, allowing Chen Mo to gently caress her hand.
"It’s your first time in Central State, right?" Chen Mo smiled while holding her hand, leading her to sit by the bed.
Wanyan Ya nodded.
"How do you feel?" Chen Mo asked.
Wanyan Ya: "???"
"What’s different between Great Wei and your Jin Xia."
"Great Wei... is colder." Wanyan Ya pondered for a moment and replied.
After all, she just arrived in Ying City today, less than a day, and the only difference she could feel was this.
Chen Mo smiled slightly and then said, "And what do you think is the difference between me and Tuoba Hui."
Wanyan Ya was taken aback, what did he mean by this?
Seeing the young man looking at her, waiting for her response, Wanyan Ya said, "I don’t know how to respond to Your Majesty."
"No worries, speak your mind." Chen Mo said.
Wanyan Ya bowed her head, silent.
Chen Mo continued, "Do you hate me then?"
Wanyan Ya was startled, then hurriedly shook her head.
Although Tuoba Hui treated her extremely well, she was also taken by Tuoba Hui without asking if she consented.
The issue with the will also left a thorn in her heart, so while she initially had some resentment towards Chen Mo over Tuoba Hui’s death, now there was no reason.
As for hating Chen Mo for Jin Xia’s downfall, Wanyan Ya felt there was even less reason to.
National loyalty and righteousness were concepts too distant and fleeting for her.
Having lived mostly as a slave, even though she grew up in Jin Xia, the memories before she could recall made her uncertain if she was genuinely Jin Xia, let alone discussing national loyalty.
"Then do you wish to be with me?" Chen Mo asked.
Wanyan Ya’s body trembled, not because Chen Mo’s hand had touched her cheek, but entirely due to his question; Tuoba Hui never asked her like this.
After the previous Khan’s death, Tuoba Hui saw her and simply took her, she could only submit.
But this man actually asked her.
Though it might just be courteous talk, it made Wanyan Ya feel, at least for a moment, like a person rather than a commodity.
"I do..."
Wanyan Ya’s cheeks visibly blushed.
Whether for luxury or Chen Mo’s words, she genuinely felt willing.
"Good." Chen Mo caressed her cheek and said, "Once we return to the palace, I will designate you as Consort Ya. If you bear a child for me in the future, I will elevate you to Consort. Rest assured, being with me, you won’t be mistreated."
"I’ll follow Your Majesty’s wishes... huhuhu..."
As Wanyan Ya was speaking, the young man captured her red lips.
When their lips touched, Wanyan Ya’s body shivered, followed by a peculiar numbness spreading, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, making her body tense, then feeling feverish, limbs limp and powerless.
She didn’t know why, even though experienced, Chen Mo’s kiss felt different.
After an unknown length of time.
As she gradually got used to the kiss and regained her senses, she suddenly realized her purple dress had slipped to her armpits, leaving her chest cold.
Soon, Wanyan Ya felt Chen Mo’s hand moving again.
His hand moved to her back, trying to undo her corset.
Wanyan Ya instinctively withdrew, but restrained herself from stopping him.
Soon, two ’moons’ emerged from the clouds, bright and smooth.
Seeing Wanyan Ya tense, Chen Mo gently lay her down on the couch, then removed her embroidered shoes and silk socks, revealing delicate feet, and slowly undid the dress slipping from her armpits.
It was only then that Wanyan Ya remembered something and said, "I haven’t helped undress Your Majesty yet."
She attempted to sit up, but Chen Mo pressed her shoulder down gently, whispering, "No need, you can just lie down."
Wanyan Ya blushed, watching Chen Mo approaching, shyly whispered, "Turn off the light."
"Let it stay on, or it won’t be clear."
"But..."
"But what?"
"Nothing... Your Majesty, please proceed." Wanyan Ya bit her lip lightly.
Chen Mo admired the graceful figure of Wanyan Ya, caressing her for a while before embracing the soft body.
In the room, the wind raged, and rain poured.
...
In joy, unaware of time.
Chen Mo wasn’t sure how much time had passed, only knowing the night was deep.
A beauty of a nation right at hand, soft and fragrant Wen Yu in his embrace, the fire in Chen Mo’s heart gradually subsided, and his hands moved from her thighs to her buttocks.
Chen Mo finally understood why Tuoba Hui had such a strong possessiveness over her, even leaving a will for her burial.
But now, having truly been to the so-called Celestial Palace.
The delights within, were inexplicable to outsiders.
Wanyan Ya, while savoring the sensation that made her mind and soul drift away, looked at the young man’s handsome face, already enamored with this potent man.
This was no small wolf, it was clearly a fierce tiger.
Not any ordinary tiger.
Chen Mo gently caressed her skin as soft as condensed fat, gazing at the woman known as the Queen by Jin Xia people, exchanging glances with her enchanting purple eyes, and the fire in his heart, just calmed down, suddenly surged again.
Wanyan Ya saw the fire in his eyes.
She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.
A pride that no man could resist her.
So, instead of avoiding, she gently lowered her body, responding to Chen Mo.
Chen Mo took a deep breath, this woman, not just Tuoba Hui, even he would do the same as Tuoba Hui.
Simply amazing.
Chen Mo certainly wouldn’t let her belittle him, and promptly demonstrated his prowess.
Military strategy states.
Sound the drums to energize, again to weaken, thrice to exhaust.
But Chen Mo went again and again, thrice and fourth, until she was fatigued but he was invigorated, hence victorious.
At this moment, Chen Mo truly felt he had conquered a nation.
That night, he indulgently enjoyed.
The new year arrived.
The Third Year of Zhenghe, January 1st.
Amidst the curtains, Wanyan Ya slept with her eyes closed, perhaps exhausted from last night, her sleep quality was poor, she dreamt.
At first, she dreamt of Tuoba Hui, Tuoba Hui told her of his nightmare, Wanyan Ya felt uneasy, for Tuoba Hui’s nightmare came true; after, Tuoba Hui turned into a Hellish Evil Ghost, constantly pestering her, saying "Er Ya, why haven’t you come down to accompany me?" and grabbed her ankle to drag her into the hellish fire...
On the pillow, Wanyan Ya gasped in cold sweat, waking up directly, turning bewilderedly to see Chen Mo beside her: "What, had a nightmare? You’re sweating."
"A dream..."
Wanyan Ya exhaled deeply, looking at Chen Mo, reminding herself of last night, her face involuntarily reddened.
The previous experiences as Jin Xia Kedun were nothing, last night Wanyan Ya truly understood the pleasures of being a woman.
As her face reddened, her eyes subtly filled with allure, coaxing Chen Mo to embrace her delicate body and whisper softly into her ear.
Wanyan Ya nestled into Chen Mo’s embrace, pondered for a while, then telling Chen Mo to lie still, and thereafter showed a charmingly shy smile, leaning forward to lightly kiss his lips, then his neck, and thereafter tracing down his chest to his navel, all the way...
...
In the hall.
Nalan Yiren saw Chen Mo appear refreshed before her, snorted coldly: "It seems that Queen pleased you quite well."
"Ahem..." Chen Mo coughed lightly, saying: "Pleased or not pleasing, today is the first day of the new year, see me and shouldn’t you first greet the new year?"
"Your Majesty, Happy New Year." At this time, Yu Zhu approached, giving Chen Mo a salute.