Chapter 112 bad embryos

Upon hearing Zhao Fujin’s words, Zhao Jiangning looked at her with confusion.

"Sis, look, why is your left hand healed?" Zhao Fujin began to explain step by step.

"It was cured by Chen Hong." Zhao Jiangning was momentarily unresponsive.

"And how did he cure you?" Zhao Fujin continued to prompt.

"Well..."

As she spoke, Zhao Jiangning’s pupils suddenly enlarged as if she had an epiphany.

The reason her left hand was healed.

Besides drinking the potion given by Chen Hong, he also massaged it for a while.

After he finished pressing, that area was healed.

Whereas her whole body still felt uncomfortable.

To be healed, wouldn’t that mean her whole body would have to be touched by him?

Zhao Jiangning’s face turned bright red instantly, struggling to accept the idea.

Letting him massage her hand, Zhao Jiangning had already made the greatest resolve.

If she wanted to heal her stomach or chest.

Wouldn’t that mean he’d have to touch those areas too?

Just thinking about it made Zhao Jiangning’s body tingle, her face flush rapidly, and a deep sense of shame well up in her heart.

However, if she didn’t cure it, the torment of that illness made Zhao Jiangning shudder.

After a chaotic train of thought, Zhao Jiangning suddenly said, "Let Chen Hong teach you that massage method, Fujin, then I’ll drink the potion. Wouldn’t the effect be the same? It doesn’t necessarily have to be him pressing."

Zhao Jiangning almost trapped herself in a corner with that logic.

"That’s indeed a solution, I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow." After pondering while gently stroking her chin, Zhao Fujin nodded.

This way, it not only avoids Sis’s body being completely touched...

But also saves Zhao Fujin from being... so jealous.

...

As for the chat between the two women,

Chen Mo was unaware.

At this moment, he had already sneaked into Jingru Palace over the wall.

He had climbed over the back wall of Jingru Palace.

Since Ye Wanqiu was out of favor, there weren’t many people around this area.

Avoiding the palace maids and eunuchs serving Ye Wanqiu, Chen Mo stealthily entered Ye Wanqiu’s sleeping quarters.

Only to find that aside from herself, there was no one else inside, allowing Chen Mo to get in particularly smoothly.

Ye Wanqiu was wearing a white gauze dress, holding Rice Ball in her arms, carefully carving a piece of bamboo. Beside her, there were already many carved and colored bamboo pieces. At this rate, she estimated that the Mahjong set would be complete by tonight.

"Meow..."

As Chen Mo gently lifted the bead curtain, it was Rice Ball who noticed first and let out a meow.

Ye Wanqiu then raised her gaze, and upon seeing it was Chen Mo, a glimmer of delight flashed in her eyes as she said, "Why... are you here again?"

"You come so often, if someone... discovers us, there’ll be talk."

"Who would gossip? They don’t know I’m really a man."

Chen Mo sat right next to Ye Wanqiu, then moved Rice Ball aside, whispering, "Go play elsewhere."

Rice Ball lost a comfortable spot and immediately gave Chen Mo a dissatisfied look.

"What are you staring at? If you weren’t a female, I’d have neutered you long ago. Is that a place you can stay?"

Thinking viciously, Chen Mo waved at Rice Ball with a seemingly harmless expression, "Go on..."

Once Rice Ball waddled away, Chen Mo finally looked at Ye Wanqiu, asking, "Why didn’t I see Qing Shuang today?"

"She... has something to do and went out."

Could Ye Wanqiu say she anticipated his visit, so had Qing Shuang and others sent away on purpose?

Seeing the coyness on Ye Wanqiu’s face, Chen Mo didn’t expose her, naturally placing his hand on her somewhat plump thigh, stroking it gently, "How far have you gotten in your carving?"

Ye Wanqiu instinctively twisted her body, then slapped Chen Mo’s hand on her thigh, but after failing to push it away, she let it stay, replying, "I have about five to nine tiles left, the rest are done. If I stay up a bit, I can finish them tonight."

"No rush..."

Chen Mo pulled Wanqiu into his embrace.

With mutual fondness and more prowess now, he no longer needed to restrain himself. Since Ye Wanqiu seemed not to mind in her heart, Chen Mo naturally aimed to slowly erode her defenses and claim her entirely before heading to Nanyang.

"What... are you doing?" Although Ye Wanqiu had anticipated Chen Mo’s intentions, she couldn’t help but feign innocence due to a woman’s inherent shyness.

"What do you think?" Chen Mo took the carving knife from Wanqiu’s hand and then lightly pinched her soft chin, their faces gradually drawing closer. Chen Mo watched as her fair skin turned pink and teased:

"In your first two kisses, Wanqiu, your skills were rather inexperienced, so I plan to teach you again today."

"No... mmph..."

As soon as Ye Wanqiu spoke, her lips were sealed by Chen Mo.

And then inexplicably led by him.

The bamboo piece in her other hand slipped, falling onto the bamboo mat.

"Meow..."

Rice Ball, already resting in a corner, curiously watched the two kiss, let out a meow, lifted her left forepaw, licked the fur on her paw with her tongue, and then attentively observed.

It saw that the benefactor and its master slowly embraced while kissing.

Then the benefactor pressed the master below, with his hand still on her chest...

And then it couldn’t see clearly anymore.

What were they doing?

Was the benefactor bullying the master?

"Meow..." Rice Ball expressed its confusion, then closed its eyes to sleep.

Ye Wanqiu’s face was blood red, looking at Chen Mo in her arms, she almost bit her own lip in frustration.

It’s too much.

What back to childhood.

He... he’s just a bad egg.

Ye Wanqiu hated that she fell for his trick.

...

Chen Mo didn’t overdo it, after another bout of earnest confession, he cuddled Wanqiu in his arms, pressing his chin against her fragrant shoulder, inhaling the scent of her hair, then held her small hand, saying, "Wanqiu, I’m planning to go to Nanyang the day after tomorrow."

"Go then, why tell me?" Chen Mo, having teased her, received a playful rebuke filled with slight annoyance.

"I’m going with the army, there might be a battle." Chen Mo curled a lock of her hair around his finger, tied it into a knot, then slid his hand down the parting line of her hair, the knot instantly unraveling.

Since the simulation had already occurred, Chen Mo intended to inform Ye Wanqiu in advance so she would be prepared.

If told tomorrow, it would seem too abrupt.

Ye Wanqiu’s body immediately tensed; originally, Chen Mo’s five fingers were interlocked with hers, and she hadn’t clasped them back. But now she interlaced her fingers and gripped his hand tightly.

Turning her head back with a slightly serious expression, she asked, "Why so sudden? You... you’ve only been with the Infantry Department for a few days, how come? And why is there going to be a war? What’s happening in Nanyang?"

Ye Wanqiu didn’t pay attention to court politics, so she wasn’t very aware of the external affairs.

Chen Mo jested, "Isn’t it because I want to be with my Wanqiu quickly? Without gathering some capital, how could I, with my current status, win you over?"