Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Hearing Fujin’s words, Zhao Jiangning, who was wrapped in a quilt, poked her head out and nodded lightly.

However, Zhao Fujin’s words carried a hint of authority.

At the moment, Chen Mo didn’t have much to do, so he listened to the two women chatting while his big hands kneaded the round hips of the two Empresses, who were both in his arms. Their relationship gave him an inexplicable sense of achievement and thrill.

Zhao Fujin let out a soft moan and lightly slapped Chen Mo, telling him to stop messing around. Yet, instead, Chen Mo captured her fragrant lips and began to taste them.

It wouldn’t be many days before Zhao Fujin had to leave, and who knew how long it’d be before they’d meet again. The taste of her lips, like unripe fruit, was something he wanted to savor and remember.

Zhao Fujin had the same thoughts. After playfully scolding Chen Mo, she responded to his kiss.

Perhaps it was because they were honest with each other, Zhao Fujin boldly asked Zhao Jiangning an embarrassing question: ”Sister, how did it feel when you did it with the younger brother?”

Zhao Jiangning already felt a bit shy in front of Zhao Fujin, and upon hearing the embarrassing question, her face flushed.

Moreover, that dizzying feeling couldn’t be put into words. She just replied, ”You’ll know later.”

”I heard it hurts a lot, is that true?” Zhao Fujin grew curious.

Chen Mo couldn’t listen anymore: ”Why do you need to know so much?”

”Oh my, I’m just curious, aren’t I?” Zhao Fujin said, hugging Chen Mo’s arm, her face blushing.

”What’s there to be curious about? I’m telling you, when you’re over there, don’t get involved with other men.” Chen Mo flicked her forehead.

”Hmph, do you think I’m like you, Mr. Casanova?” Seeing that Chen Mo cared about this, Zhao Fujin was somewhat happy, at least he cared about her.

Causing a scene in Chen Mo’s embrace, Zhao Fujin looked up at him: ”What, you don’t trust me?”

”It’s not that I don’t trust you. I heard there are practically no ugly people in the Immortal Cultivation Realm. I’m worried another man might sweet-talk you, after all, you’re so naive. I’m worried you’ll be deceived.” Chen Mo laughed.

”I’m not naive, you’re the naive one, you’re just a big fool.” Zhao Fujin bit Chen Mo’s arm lightly, then said, ”If you’re worried, then come earlier.”

”No, I’m still not at ease, how about I just eat you up?” With that, Chen Mo pressed Zhao Fujin under him like a big bad wolf bullying a little white rabbit.

”I let you eat earlier and you didn’t, now you want to? Too late. Hmph.” Zhao Fujin pressed her hands against Chen Mo’s chest.

”I don’t care, I want to eat you now...”

”No, Sister, aren’t you going to control your husband? He’s bullying me,” Zhao Fujin glanced at Zhao Jiangning.

Zhao Jiangning wished the ground would swallow her up. What do you mean your husband?

Isn’t he yours too?

The three of them bickered, and soon it was afternoon.

”Younger brother, I’m... I’m leaving,” Zhao Fujin said reluctantly to Chen Mo, bidding farewell.

”Senior sister, I’ll miss you,” Chen Mo still hadn’t ’had’ Zhao Fujin, but he knew when to stop.

”Younger brother, I can’t bear to leave you.” Zhao Fujin couldn’t hold back and threw herself into Chen Mo’s arms, crying her heart out.

Chen Mo comforted her warmly and, after another passionate kiss, Zhao Fujin left Chen Mansion, turning back every few steps.

...

On the other side.

Witch Mansion.

Wu Chang’an also heard about Zhao Fujin leaving Canglan Continent with Lin Su Ya, and he vented his emotions on the flowers and plants in the mansion’s garden.

Ever since he first laid eyes on Zhao Fujin, her stunning beauty had left an unforgettable impression on him.

He even fantasized about her when having intimate moments with the maids at night.

He kept telling his father that he must marry Zhao Fujin and even said he wouldn’t marry anyone else, urging his father to pressure Xiao Yunqi.

He didn’t work in vain; soon, they chose a date and planned to fix the marriage date.

But now, hearing that Zhao Fujin was leaving Canglan Continent for the Immortal Cultivation Realm, Wu Chang’an went mad.

It felt as if a cooked duck was about to reach his mouth but flew away instead.

He even approached his father again, asking him to finalize the marriage with Zhao Fujin within days, making it irreversible.

Instead, Wu Lu scolded him, telling him to forget about Zhao Fujin, stating it was the State Preceptor’s will.

After being reprimanded, Wu Chang’an, with a sword in hand, vented his emotions by hacking at the plants in the garden.

Actually, Wu Lu was also quite dissatisfied with this.

Zhao Fujin had exceptional talent, and Wu Lu was very pleased with such a daughter-in-law.

But now, an unexpected issue arose.

After Zhao Fujin left, who knew when or if she would return? Wu Lu couldn’t possibly let Wu Chang’an wait indefinitely without marrying someone else.

Wu Lu being his legitimate eldest son, and the firstborn of the Wu family, was expected to carry on the family line.

After all, it had been over five hundred years since Qin Zheng had gone there, and no one knew if he was alive or dead.

Chang’an can’t wait that long.

Now this marriage had to be called off.

Having a marriage contract in place could complicate alliances with other families.

While Wu Lu was dissatisfied with this, he soon thought of another angle.

This was all led by Xiao Yunqi. Now that the engagement was off, Xiao Yunqi was responsible too.

Didn’t Xiao Yunqi want to abandon the marriage between Chen Mo and Xin’Er?

Now he’d like to see how Xiao Yunqi would abandon it.

With this clear in mind, Wu Lu immediately went to see Xiao Yunqi.

Since Chang’an’s matter was over, he insisted on securing Chen Mo’s matter.

...

As night fell.

Chen Mo quietly sneaked to the second mansion.

He wanted to bring Jiang Ruoqing, Luo Zhen, Ye Wanqiu, Xu Miaozhen, and the others to the mansion, so when he left the Capital, they could look after each other.

Jiang Ruoqing was the first to oppose this.

Luo Zhen and Ye Wanqiu looked at her in confusion.

Jiang Ruoqing felt panicked inside but maintained a facade of calmness and said, ”You are going on an expedition, I... I will go with you.”

”Hmm?” Chen Mo, Luo Zhen, and Ye Wanqiu were all taken aback.

”I’m also a Second-Grade Martial Artist after all. The enemy has Eighteen Lords, two million men, countless First-Grade Martial Artists. I... going with you, I can help you.”

But Jiang Ruoqing’s real thought was, with Yaoyao in Chen Mansion, won’t everything be exposed if I go back with you?

And earlier, to deceive Yi Yao, she had mentioned going away for a while, which made it perfect now.

Seeing Jiang Ruoqing suddenly caring so much for him, Chen Mo felt a bit unused to it but after thinking a bit, agreed.

He was currently short of manpower, and Jiang Ruoqing, being a Second-Grade Martial Artist, could indeed be of help.