Chapter 875 - 881: Consort Liu

After a long time, their lips parted.

Liang Ji pushed Chen Mo away and called out, "Servants."

Soon, footsteps approached and stopped behind the beaded curtain in the inner hall, and a Female Official’s voice came through: "Your Highness."

"Prepare hot water, I am going to bathe," Liang Ji said.

It was a hot day, and although the temperature had cooled a bit in the evening, the air was still stuffy. After being tangled up, her whole body was sweaty and quite uncomfortable.

"Yes." The Female Official replied and withdrew.

"Don’t rush, let’s go together later." Chen Mo reached out to embrace Liang Ji.

"Let Yu Shu accompany you, I still have to check on Qin’Er."

Liang Ji propped up her soft body, got out of bed, and right in front of Chen Mo, picked up her clothes and dressed.

After dressing, Liang Ji walked barefoot to the Copper Mirror, examined herself in the mirror, and upon seeing the red marks on her neck, turned and spat at Chen Mo a few times, then picked up the rouge from the dressing table to cover them up.

After quickly tidying up, Liang Ji didn’t even wear silk socks, she just put on the embroidered shoes and left.

Chen Mo shook his head with a smile, then turned to look at the heap of bedding on the bed.

The darker-colored portion of the sheet beneath was already dry; Chen Mo could still detect a peculiar scent.

Chen Mo patted the bedding and said, "Stop pretending to be asleep, Yu Yu has already left."

Zhao Yushu didn’t respond, but Chen Mo saw the bedding tremble slightly.

Chen Mo wasn’t in a hurry and teased, "On such a hot day, you shouldn’t let yourself suffocate."

Perhaps it was the heat clouding her mind, or perhaps she felt she couldn’t pretend anymore. Her head emerged from the lump of bedding after some wriggling.

At that moment, Chen Mo visibly saw wisps of heat rising.

Possibly due to being stuck under there for a long time, the scent of rouge and a faint smell of sweat from Zhao Yushu was distinctly detectable.

Chen Mo reached out to touch Zhao Yushu’s forehead: "Good, not feverish."

Zhao Yushu, whose face had previously flushed with rosy hues, now had her complexion redden again, her gaze evasive with her head lowered.

Chen Mo pulled the blanket wrapped around her aside, allowing a gentle wave of heat mixed with the rich scent of rouge to invade his nostrils. The bedding pulled off to the side was infused with the aroma.

Looking at Zhao Yushu again, she had already sat up; the purple low-cut gown she wore had been dampened by sweat, adhering to her fragrant skin, revealing a slight hint of flesh tone and exuding a vague sense of allure.

Her beautiful coiled hair was long disheveled, soaked with sweat clinging to her cheeks, winding around her fair and blushing neck. Some strands were even at the edge of her lips, presenting a tastefully messy yet charming appearance.

"Must have been unbearably hot."

Chen Mo looked warmly at Zhao Yushu, reaching out to tidy her disheveled hair. Then, waving his palm lightly, as Innate Spiritual Qi was conjured, a breeze arose, sweeping across Zhao Yushu’s face.

Zhao Yushu felt a refreshing sensation envelope her whole being.

Chen Mo continued to tidy her hair.

Feeling the other’s thoughtfulness, Zhao Yushu experienced an inexplicable warmth, her brain spasming. She raised her head and hesitantly uttered: "It’s alright, it doesn’t matter."

Chen Mo’s movements slightly paused, a strange, indescribable feeling flooding his mind.

Doesn’t matter?

Doesn’t matter about that?

Realizing Chen Mo’s weird gaze, Zhao Yushu understood that her words could conjure imagination and quickly lowered her head, her lightly trembling eyelashes gently drooping.

Her hands placed on her lap clutched the hem of her skirt tightly.

Chen Mo smiled slightly, pinched Zhao Yushu’s chin gently, lifting it to have her meet his gaze.

Then, under her gaze, Chen Mo leaned in, capturing her soft red lips.

Zhao Yushu’s pupils widened slightly, her hand—which was clutching the skirt on her lap—unconsciously raised to press against Chen Mo’s chest, but as the onslaught within her mouth overwhelmed her, she had no choice but to close her eyes.

The hand pressing against Chen Mo’s chest gradually moved to embrace his back.

Chen Mo gently extended his arm to hold Zhao Yushu’s delicate body, feeling her tremble continuously. A sense of indescribable accomplishment filled his mind.

Chen Mo was currently naked.

In their embrace and kiss, she could clearly perceive the state of his body.

Zhao Yushu’s heart raced inexplicably, Yu Yan flaming like fire, a thought flaring in her mind: "Chu Yi is far inferior to him."

In her hazed consciousness, she felt her delicate form being laid down by Chen Mo on the bed, her shell slowly being peeled away.

Even with her eyes closed, she could sense a pair of burning eyes gazing at her body, assessing it from head to toe, while a tingling sensation spread across her entire body.

Unable to resist, she opened her eyes, greeted by an elegant face. The moment she opened her eyes, he reached out to caress her cheek.

Her waist was once again pulled towards Chen Mo, and was then tightly embraced in his arms...

At this moment, Zhao Yushu furrowed her brows tightly, her heart violently agitated, instinctively embracing Chen Mo closely, resting her head on Chen Mo’s shoulder, experiencing an indescribable sensation of fulfillment.

Her sharp nails dug into Chen Mo’s back, activating his Protective Spiritual Qi.

After disengaging, Chen Mo practiced Vajra Skill to prevent Zhao Yushu’s nails from leaving scratches.

Outside the window, the relentless chirping of cicadas and the continuous croaking of frogs that seemed to be hiding somewhere could be heard.

The night was deep, even the moon had hidden away.

On the soft couch surrounded by curtains, Chen Mo tightly embraced Zhao Yushu’s waist, the dim light illuminating her face, rendering her particularly alluring. Chen Mo nibbled her lip, then leaned in closer to her ear, whispering a secret unfit for others to hear.

Zhao Yushu felt a boom in her mind, her heart filled with embarrassment and annoyance.

Thinking, what is he saying?

How could he ask who between them is superior...

Zhao Yushu’s heart pounded faster.

Although Chen Mo didn’t hear her reply, he already sensed her answer, saying: "From now on, you will be my Consort Liu."

Zhao Yushu’s delicate body trembled—was he granting her a status?

But why Consort Liu?

"Serene like flowers reflecting on water, moving like willow swayed by wind. This ’Liu’ suits you perfectly, Yu Shu." Chen Mo smiled and said.

Zhao Yushu: "..."

So, Liu meant this.

But did he mean she was easy to bully?

Seeing that Zhao Yushu remained silent, Chen Mo assumed she was unsatisfied with the Consort Rank and said: "After all, your identity is unique; I can’t immediately decree you as Consort. Once we have a child, I will promote you to Consort."

"Child?"

Upon hearing these words, Zhao Yushu felt a touch deep in her heart.

She had been with that man for years and never had a child.

Could she also have a child in the future?

She couldn’t help but raise her hand to gently touch her slightly swollen abdomen, her thoughts drifting far away.