Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Chapter 861: Chapter 867, Chapter 868: Harem Daily Life

"Consort Qing is here too."

Chen Mo entered the bedchamber and saw Xu Ying massaging Chu Ran’s legs, no longer calling her the Empress.

The palace maid in the chamber greeted him with a "Your Majesty" and then voluntarily retreated.

"Your Majesty." Xu Ying rose and came before Chen Mo, giving a respectful bow.

"Your Majesty." Chu Ran also greeted joyfully.

"Don’t move, just lie there comfortably." Chen Mo quickly walked to Chu Ran’s side, then sat down on the couch, raising a hand to caress Chu Ran’s rounded belly, leaning his ear against it, a smile appearing on his face: "The child is kicking me."

"Princess Consort Jing must be carrying a little prince; Your Majesty doesn’t know how lively her belly was before you came." Xu Ying chimed in with a laugh.

Chu Ran also believed she carried a boy. Hearing Xu Ying’s words, her heart filled with joy, and watching the young man pressing his ear to her belly, she felt an overwhelming sweetness in her heart, softly saying, "Your Majesty, I heard Princess Consort De gave birth?"

"Yes, she had two daughters. I named them Chen Li and Chen Xin," Chen Mo replied.

"Twins?" Xu Ying was slightly surprised.

"Yes."

"Oh my, how entangled this is; Princess Consort Xian gave Your Majesty a pair of dragon and phoenix twins, and now Princess Consort De gave Your Majesty a pair of twins, it’s too enviable." Xu Ying was genuinely envious in her heart.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. As the ancients say, dragon-phoenix twins and twins are heavenly blessings. Your Majesty just ascended the throne not long ago, and Princess Consort De has already rendered such great service, which is indeed a blessing for our Great Wei," Chu Ran said.

"My beloved consort speaks well. I indeed should reward Princess Consort De handsomely." As he spoke, Chen Mo raised his head and locked eyes with Chu Ran, softly saying, "My beloved consort, don’t envy others. After you give birth safely, whether it’s a prince or a princess, I will also have rewards for you."

Chen Mo referring to himself as "Zhen" indicated to Chu Ran that this was a solemn promise.

"What do you plan to reward Princess Consort Jing with?" Xu Ying sought presence, not wanting to be ignored.

"Oh my, what are you saying?" Chu Ran blushed warmly.

Chen Mo glanced at Xu Ying, then held Chu Ran’s delicate hand, looking into her eyes, gently stroking them: "What do you want?"

"Your Majesty, Consort Qing was just joking with you, I don’t want anything," Chu Ran said softly.

"Since Zhen has spoken, it won’t change. Just tell me, my beloved consort."

"Then, I want Your Majesty to stay by my side."

"Am I not accompanying you right now?" Chen Mo stroked Chu Ran’s cheek, saying, "Tonight, I’ll spend the night here with you."

Chu Ran blushed even more; she desired it but was more concerned about the child, saying, "Your Majesty, in my current state, I’m afraid I can’t accompany you."

Chen Mo pinched her nose, smiling: "What are you thinking? Tonight, I’ll just hold you to sleep, nothing else."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ran’s beautiful eyes under her fine brows gazed affectionately, like they were about to turn into water, softly responding with a hum.

Their mutual affection made Xu Ying, watching, quite envious.

But with no movement from her belly, Xu Ying lacked confidence in her words and dared not express any coquetry or complaints, so she kept looking for something to say: "In just a few days, it seems Your Majesty has slimmed down."

"Has he?" Chu Ran couldn’t see it.

"Yes, see, the lines on his face have become sharper." Xu Ying directly reached out, sitting down beside Chen Mo, which was her true intention.

Chu Ran chuckled: "It must be because of the recent state affairs keeping him busy, and the meals haven’t been good."

"Weren’t there some snacks left earlier?" Saying this, Xu Ying stood up and brought over the remaining snacks from the table, saying, "Your Majesty, this Osmanthus Cake was made with freshly picked osmanthus from the Imperial Kitchen, it smells delightful. Your Majesty, try some."

Xu Ying picked up a piece of cake with her fingers, bringing it to Chen Mo’s mouth. When Chen Mo’s lips parted slightly, Xu Ying delivered the cake and her fingers into his mouth, afterward remarking, "Your Majesty, you naughty..."

Chen Mo: "..."

Chu Ran, watching, her face filled with shyness.

"Your Majesty, how does the Osmanthus Cake taste?" Xu Ying asked again.

"It really is quite fragrant," Chen Mo replied earnestly.

"There’s something even more fragrant."

Xu Ying’s eyes sparkled, gazing at the young man as if drawing strings with her look, placing the cake on the table beside her...

Soon after.

Xu Ying looked at Chen Mo in confusion, as if saying, this... isn’t right.

Chen Mo was initially startled, then showed a hint of a wry smile; he had just come from Zhiqing, how could this be right?

He reached out and tucked her hair behind her forehead to see her clearly, saying, "Who told you to be so greedy."

"Now you’re blaming me." Xu Ying murmured in her heart, then pinched her nose and busied herself again.

Chen Mo gently stroked Xu Ying’s hair, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Chu Ran turned her burning face away, whispering in her heart, "Consort Qing knows no shame at all."

"What’s wrong, my beloved?" Chen Mo didn’t want to neglect Chu Ran. He let her half-lie down and then held her by the shoulders, unable to resist leaning against her cheek. Suddenly, a rich fragrance greeted him, drawing him in.

Chu Ran leaned her dainty head against Chen Mo’s chest, coquettish and shyly saying, "Your Majesty."

Chen Mo slightly lowered his head, their eyes meeting, then they embraced and kissed like two magnets drawing toward each other.

After being lost in each other’s company for a while, Chu Ran gently pushed Chen Mo away, her voice soft yet firm, saying, "Alright, Your Majesty, any more of this and I’m afraid I might truly misbehave."

Chen Mo was about to speak, but a sound of swallowing interrupted him. Turning his head, he saw Xu Ying already up, holding the Osmanthus Cake taken from the table, eating it. As her mouth filled with the cake’s sweetness and osmanthus fragrance, the tension in her brows relaxed.