Chapter 876 - 882, - 883: Liang Ji and Xu Ying Meet Again

"Listen to Your Majesty." Zhao Yuxu bowed her head and whispered.

Chen Mo caressed her pert buttock, his gaze trailing down her broad chest to her gracefully long legs.

Her thighs were tightly clenched, with an irresistibly alluring curve at the arch, prompting Chen Mo to measure her legs.

During this process, Zhao Yuxu unwittingly let out a gentle, seductive hum, her rosy face filled with a wife’s charm trembled as she said with a shaky voice, "Your Majesty..."

Chen Mo said nothing but answered in action. He took hold of Zhao Yuxu’s chin and gently lifted it, drawing close to her inviting cherry lips.

To better measure her legs, Chen Mo gently lifted one of Zhao Shuyu’s beautiful legs and placed it on his own, using his thumb and forefinger to measure, inch by inch.

Shin, leg arch, thigh...

Chen Mo had his answer: slightly shorter than Yi Yi.

With her petal-like lips being kissed by Chen Mo, Zhao Yuxu could only hum softly, her skin blushing with a pink hue.

Chen Mo kissed the corner of her lips, her chin, and then journeyed down her neck...

Zhao Yuxu’s delicate body trembled violently, her alluring eyes shimmering with springwater, and her flushed face burned like fire, akin to colorful sunset clouds. She gently wrapped her arms around Chen Mo’s neck, exhaling sweetly from atop his head.

Both were lying on their sides, facing each other. After the food of desire, he looked at the stunning woman whose eyes had lost focus.

Chen Mo released her, sat up, directed her to lie down on the bed, then embraced her from behind, nuzzling against her neck and started the late-night overtime.

Zhao Yuxu was just an ordinary person and had never cultivated.

Since Chu Yi was merely a powerless marginal Prince, marrying Zhao Yuxu, apart from political reasons, he also fancied her looks and less assertive nature. Naturally, he didn’t let her cultivate once married, preferring her to be a quiet little woman.

For an ordinary, delicate young woman facing Chen Mo, an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist’s activities, just regular tasks made Zhao Yuxu feel her body was about to fall apart.

She had barely rested before being pulled for more work again.

Zhao Yuxu’s body was already weak; in fatigue, further overloaded with labor, she fainted directly.

When she woke up again, the day had already dawned.

The slightly hot sunlight shone on her face, instinctively prompting her to turn over to avoid the glare, letting the dazzling sun lay upon her fair jade-like back.

Feeling uncomfortable, she furrowed her brow and slowly opened her eyes. Seeing her surroundings clearly, some confusion appeared on her snow-white jade-like face, her brain not yet ready to engage.

After dazing for a moment, she began to recall the previous night’s scenes, swiftly flickering through her mind, the confusion on her face replaced by a rosy blush that engulfed her, with slivers of embarrassment enveloping her glamorously beautiful brows.

Too absurd.

I really went crazy last night.

As Zhao Yuxu pondered how to wrap things up.

"Who’s pressing on me?"

A soft, sweet voice reached Zhao Yuxu’s ears.

Raising her eyes, Zhao Yuxu discovered her leg unknowingly draped over Liang Ji when she turned over.

Liang Ji didn’t say much; she hadn’t fully awakened yet and instinctively nudged away the leg lying over her, resuming her sleep.

But soon, she realized something was up; the touch was different, not Your Majesty’s.

This prompted Liang Ji to sit up, just in time to see Zhao Yuxu quietly edging toward the bed, attempting to sneak away.

Seeing the redness of the marks left on the grindstone, Liang Ji instantly recalled last night, her snow-white face flushed red, she wrapped her unclad body in the bedding after gathering her emotions, softly saying, "Yuxu, you’re awake."

Her voice seemed calm.

This made Zhao Yuxu, already crouched at the edge of the bed, freeze in her tracks and turn around with an awkward smile, "Lady Lanfei..."

"Don’t call me Lady Lanfei; we’re sisters now, Yuxu." As long as she wasn’t embarrassed, someone else would be. With this sentence, Liang Ji took control, as if the embarrassment last night was only Zhao Yuxu’s, not hers.

Sure enough, hearing this, Zhao Yuxu’s tender face quickly covered with a shy blush, her eyes filled with nervousness, she glanced around, seeking something to cover herself with but finding the gown, removed by Chen Mo last night, tossed on the floor, the bed only had a blanket, currently wrapped by Liang Ji, aggravating Zhao Yuxu’s panic further.

She awkwardly pulled down the hanging drapes for cover, pretending to tidy her hair to disguise her embarrassment, lowering her head, "Where’s Your Majesty?"

She then noticed the bedsheets seemed to have been changed.

"At this hour, Your Majesty should be attending the morning court." Liang Ji couldn’t resist teasing, "Sister Yuxu, already thinking of His Majesty?"

Zhao Yuxu’s face burned red, unable to answer, she simply ignored Liang Ji.

Liang Ji chuckled, slowly moved to the side of the bed, picking up the scattered gowns from the floor, putting them on the bed, searching for hers, then said, "Sister Yuxu probably doesn’t know she fell asleep last night."

"What?" Zhao Yuxu, having found her bandeau, immediately turned her back and put it on.

"His Majesty plans to bestow a residence in the capital upon you where your parents and brother can live and also intends to arrange a marriage for your brother with Landlord Chai’s daughter. Your family will then stay in the capital for mutual care." Liang Ji said.