Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality - Chapter 325 - 287: Mujiu Is Willing to Give Her All to Help Brother Your Majesty
「The Wendao Platform, Zhou Royal Palace.」
Xiao Mo was practicing the Grass Character Sword Intent.
His sword followed his will.
As Xiao Mo felt a spark of insight, he sent out a wave of Sword Qi, and a warm current flowed through his entire body.
Sheathing his longsword, Xiao Mo let out a long breath.
When he opened his eyes, he was overjoyed!
’I’ve broken through to the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer!’
Moreover, compared to the difficulty he’d felt before when practicing his swordsmanship, Xiao Mo found that after tempering his body with the Celestial Dao Marrow Cleansing Liquid, his cultivation of the Grass Character Sword Intent was much smoother.
It was a wondrous feeling.
Previously ordinary moves now granted him unique insights whenever he practiced. He mastered them quickly, and could even extrapolate from one to understand many others.
This showed that his innate talent had indeed improved significantly.
Xiao Mo wasn’t sure where his talent ranked in the actual Cultivation World.
But in the Hundred Generations Book, his talent would at least qualify him as an Inner Sect Disciple of a Major Sect—and an above-average one at that.
Of course, it was nothing compared to his fourth-life self.
However, Xiao Mo calmly accepted this fact.
After all, in his fourth life, he had been playing on a ’genius account,’ likely one of the top geniuses since ancient times.
That was a matter of birth, not something one could envy.
In comparison, it was already a great feat for his talent to have reached its current level, and he was very satisfied.
’Speaking of which, why haven’t I seen Jiang Rou today?’
Xiao Mo looked around the Wendao Platform, feeling rather puzzled.
Whenever Xiao Mo practiced his sword, Jiang Rou would usually come to give him some pointers.
But today, Jiang Rou hadn’t appeared, and he didn’t know where she had gone.
“Your Majesty…”
Just as Xiao Mo was wondering whether he should pay a visit to the National Preceptor’s Mansion to see what Jiang Rou was doing, Wei Xun’s voice called out from outside the Wendao Platform: “The welcoming banquet for the envoys from the Qin Kingdom is about to begin.”
“I understand.”
Xiao Mo set down his longsword and strode out of the Wendao Platform.
Xiao Mo went to the Spiritual Spring Palace, where he bathed and changed his clothes with the help of the Maids, before heading toward the front hall of the Imperial Palace.
At this time, the Four Directions Hall was already filled with officials from the Zhou Kingdom and envoys from the Qin Kingdom.
The envoys from the Qin Kingdom had arrived at the Zhou Imperial City that morning.
However, considering that the Qin Kingdom’s envoys were weary from their long journey, the welcoming banquet had been scheduled for the evening.
“His Majesty has arrived!”
As Wei Xun’s grating, high-pitched voice echoed through the hall, the officials from both the Qin and Zhou Kingdoms rose to their feet and shouted in unison, “We respectfully welcome Your Majesty.”
Xiao Mo walked to the front of the great hall, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, but he did not see Princess Qingyang of the Qin Kingdom.
“There is no need for such ceremony, my loyal subjects. You may rise,” Xiao Mo said to the crowd.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
The officials straightened up, especially the envoys from the Qin Kingdom. They curiously sized up the legendary “Puppet Emperor of Zhou Country.”
However, the appearance of this Puppet Emperor of Zhou Country completely defied their expectations.
In their minds, the Puppet Emperor of the Zhou Kingdom was supposed to be a timid, subservient type.
They had even subconsciously associated the image of the Monarch of Zhou with negative terms like “short” and “cowardly.”
But seeing him in person, they were surprised to find the Monarch of Zhou so dignified and upright in posture.
Judging by his appearance alone, this Monarch of Zhou was definitely a man of distinguished bearing.
Furthermore, his every move carried the refined grace of a scholar, not at all the image of someone obsessed with Daoist Skills.
What puzzled them most was that as they looked at this Emperor of the Zhou Kingdom, they felt a faint sense of trepidation rising within them.
It was an Emperor’s majesty.
They had only ever felt this before in the presence of their own Sovereign.
This imperial majesty was so potent that it made them somewhat afraid to look at him directly.
’Is this really a Puppet Emperor?’
’How could a Puppet Emperor have this kind of aura?’
It wasn’t just the envoys from the Qin Kingdom.
Even Yan Shanao, standing on the other side, felt his heart begin to pound with uncertainty.
’I’ve been really busy lately, so it’s been over a month since I last saw Xiao Mo.’
’But why does it feel like he’s becoming more and more like an Emperor?’
’What kind of Dao is he cultivating?’
“Please, be seated.” Xiao Mo made a welcoming gesture.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.” After bowing, everyone took their seats.
“I have long heard of the renowned Princess Qingyang. Might I ask where the Princess is?”
Xiao Mo directed his question to the Qin Kingdom’s envoys.
When Yan Shanao heard Xiao Mo take the initiative to mention the name “Princess Qingyang,” his brow furrowed.
“Your Majesty, this afternoon the Princess…”
Just as an envoy from the Qin Kingdom stepped forward to explain, a Maid hurried in and knelt before Xiao Mo. “Reporting to Your Majesty, Princess Qingyang has arrived and requests an audience.”
“Have Princess Qingyang come in,” Xiao Mo said calmly.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The Maid quickly withdrew.
Shortly after, a young woman entered the hall with grace and poise, followed by several Maids.
The young woman was dressed in a rouge-red palace gown with creased gold phoenix patterns. The wide sleeves were embroidered with layered cloud motifs in dark gold thread.
The high collar of the gown was open just enough to faintly reveal her elegant collarbones, like a jade comb resting lightly on frozen silk. Every curve exuded a meticulously crafted nobility.
The long hem of her skirt trailed behind her, and the pearls adorning it clinked softly as she walked.
The young woman’s waist was cinched very tightly, a white jade belt accentuating her slender curves.
Her jet-black hair was styled into a dignified chignon, adorned with a light blue buyao hairpin that swayed gently with her every step.
