Chapter 1252: Chapter 477: The Empress’s Shame! Will Chen Mo Become Prince Consort?
The golden butterfly flapped its wings, dancing in the air.
This was the parting gift Chen Mo gave to Her Majesty the Empress in Bailu City, named the "Emotional Gu."
Separated by fate, with the Jianghu in between, when longing overwhelms the heart, this Gu transforms into a golden hairpin to tie up her hair. When they reunite again, it transforms back into a dancing butterfly.
Her Majesty the Empress slowly turned her head and saw the man she had longed for day and night standing right before her, a faint smile gracing his handsome face.
"Your Majesty, it’s been a long time. Did you miss me?"
"No, not at all."
Her Majesty the Empress bit her lip, her eyes filled with resentment.
Chen Mo knew why she was angry. With a sigh, he said to himself, "Since parting with Your Majesty, I’ve been through countless hardships, almost losing my life... But thinking of Her Majesty waiting for me in the Capital City, I crawled my way back even if it killed me. Apparently, I was overthinking myself."
Hearing this, Her Majesty the Empress couldn’t hold back any longer. Her almond-shaped eyes welled up with tears, and she pounded her fists on Chen Mo’s chest, her voice choked and astringent, "You heartless man. You know I’ve been missing you like crazy, yet you say things that provoke me... I, I hate you so much!"
Chen Mo stood there, neither dodging nor avoiding, allowing her to vent her emotions.
At first, Her Majesty hammered with vigor, but soon she lost strength, the rhythm slowing down.
Chen Mo gently lifted her pretty face, looking at her tear-streaked appearance, and softly asked, "Have you calmed down, Your Majesty?"
"No... um..."
Before she could finish, her lips were sealed.
Under Chen Mo’s aggressive attack, Her Majesty’s tense body gradually softened, nestled within his embrace, tilting her head up, letting him do as he pleased.
After a long while, their lips parted.
Her Majesty’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes dreamy, her bosom heaving, and her breath carrying a fragrant scent akin to orchid musk, she bashfully complained, "Annoying, you only know how to bully me..."
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, "Your Majesty doesn’t like it?"
Her Majesty turned her head, murmuring softly, "It’s... fine..."
Seeing her legs go weak, struggling to stand, Chen Mo simply sat on the Phoenix Throne, cradling her in his arms.
Leaning against his shoulder, Her Majesty sighed, "Do you even know where you went wrong?"
Chen Mo pondered for a moment and replied, "I didn’t kiss well earlier; I slipped my tongue too early?"
"..."
Her Majesty pinched him, pouting, "What nonsense! You promised me you’d return quickly after handling things in Bailu City, but instead, you went to war in the Southern Wilderness with the Barbarian Tribe, then ran to the Qingzhou Secret Realm, nearly getting refined alive. It’s like you want to make me angry to death..."
"Wait..." Chen Mo asked curiously, "How did Your Majesty know about the dangers in that Secret Realm?"
Her Majesty didn’t hide it, candidly saying, "When you didn’t return, I visited the Frozen Sky Palace, and Yu Youhan told me the whole story. If she hadn’t noticed something was wrong and rescued you, both you and Li’er would have been in danger."
Chen Mo was speechless for a moment.
That was indeed the greatest crisis he faced since his transmigration; every step was calculated meticulously. Ultimately, he survived thanks to Red Silk.
Her Majesty’s eyes flashed with cold light, and she said sternly, "But don’t worry, I will avenge this injustice for you. Whoever dares to plot against you must pay the price!"
Detecting a hint of murderous intent in her words, Chen Mo felt inexplicably uneasy and frowned, "Your Majesty is the Empress. Every move is scrutinized by countless eyes. Everything should be considered carefully. Leave this matter to me."
"If I can’t even protect my man, what’s the point of being the Empress?" Her Majesty raised her graceful swan-like neck, firmly saying, "I’ve been at the helm of the court for years; I’m not without foundation. If they want to bind me with rules, I’ll turn the court upside down!"
Chen Mo’s frown deepened.
Based on what he knew about the Empress, she always prioritized the bigger picture and wouldn’t act impulsively, but it seemed she was truly enraged this time... Wasn’t she worried about Her Majesty the Consort taking advantage of the situation?
Or have they already formed some kind of alliance?
"Your Majesty..."
Just as Chen Mo was about to speak, Her Majesty changed the subject, "Regarding Ling Yishan’s injury, you should know, how confident are you about fully healing it?"
"Commander Ling already had damaged foundations, and on the day of the grand sacrifice, he was further injured by Hui Neng. His lifespan is nearly exhausted. The only solution is to use the Creation Golden Pill to rebuild the Dao Foundation," Chen Mo said. "The materials for refining the Golden Pill are almost gathered; it’s now up to Daoist Venerable to successfully craft it."
Her Majesty nodded, "Let Ji Hongxiu do her best; the court will provide unconditional support if needed."
Assassinating the Emperor is an extremely risky endeavor, akin to dancing on a knife’s edge. Whether successful or not, it would inevitably provoke intense backlash, necessitating the uniting of all possible forces to minimize our losses.
Upon hearing this, Chen Mo found it even more peculiar.
But seeing as the Empress didn’t wish to elaborate, he didn’t press further, simply keeping it in mind.
"By the way, you’re aware of the Emperor’s decree, selecting you for the position of Prince Consort, correct?" Her Majesty inquired.
"I’ve heard," Chen Mo responded cautiously. "If it bothers Your Majesty, I can feign illness to absent myself or withdraw midway..."
"No." The Empress shook her head, "I don’t want you to withdraw; on the contrary, you must become the Prince Consort."
