"What is he doing in a women’s clothing store?"
Shen Zhixia scratched her head.
Recently, Mrs. Chen had been feeding her well, and the tube top she had before was feeling a bit tight, so she had come to buy a couple of small undergarments.
She never expected to encounter Chen Mo here...
The store owner’s eyes twinkled as she watched the scene, "Miss, do you know Young Master Whip?"
"Young Master Whip?"
Shen Zhixia was startled.
The store owner said with a smile, "He calls himself the Whip Woman Hero; it must be a pseudonym. He’s a brilliant designer. If you could put in some good words for me and get him to exclusively come to Jinxiu Workshop for his clothes, I’ll give you fifty percent off on all goods!"
"Designer?"
Shen Zhixia asked in confusion, "He can design clothes?"
Seeing her disbelief, the store owner looked around and then quietly took out a strangely shaped garment from under the counter.
Shen Zhixia was dumbstruck, "This is..."
"This is a tube top designed by Young Master Whip, complete with straps to lessen the burden, and there are secret buttons on the back making it convenient to put on and take off."
"And it’s excellent at creating cleavage, making two ounces look like two pounds."
"Plus, this part here is open, convenient for breastfeeding at any time..."
The owner introduced her wares as if she were showing off treasures.
She had made several extra pieces for her own collection.
Wearing this garment in the boudoir would probably be more effective than a Dragon Tiger Pill!
∑(°口°๑)?!
Shen Zhixia’s cheeks blushed like burning clouds, her almond-shaped eyes wide with disbelief.
Such bold and shameless clothing...
Was actually designed by Chen Mo?!
...
In front of the Imperial Palace.
Chen Mo, who had been sprinting all the way, stopped and wiped the cold sweat from his brow.
"Damn it, I let my guard down!"
"I didn’t expect to run into someone I know... If I knew sooner, I would have worn the Concealing Ring."
If word got out that he was making QQ undergarments, he would definitely face social annihilation!
Hoping Shen Zhixia had just mistaken him for someone else...
Chen Mo took a deep breath, straightened his robe, and stepped into the Imperial Palace.
He made his way to the Qianqing Gate as if he were familiar with the path, had a Palace Servant go inside to announce his arrival, and soon a figure in a white gown drifted over.
"Director Xu, long time no see." Chen Mo raised his hand to greet.
Xu Qingyi, clad in a white Palace Gown with water sleeves fluttering in the wind, was like a pure and ethereal peony.
Upon seeing Chen Mo, a smile bloomed across her delicate face.
"Long time no see."
The two walked side by side toward the Frozen Sky Palace, and along the way, Xu Qingyi looked as though she had something to say but hesitated.
When they arrived at the front of the main hall, she finally could no longer hold back and said:
"Chen Mo, about what you said last time..."
Before she could finish, a bundle wrapped in oil paper appeared in front of her, tied up with red string and very securely sealed.
Chen Mo said, "Don’t worry, I remember. The clothes are ready."
Xu Qingyi’s eyes lit up as she reached to take it, but Chen Mo didn’t let go, and instead, quite seriously said:
"I can give you the clothes, but you have to promise you won’t get angry and especially not hit anyone."
Xu Qingyi asked in confusion, "Why would I hit you if you are kindly giving me clothes?"
You’ll know why soon enough...
But after all, you were the one who asked for it...
Chen Mo handed her the package and warned, "Don’t look at it now, find a secluded place to open it."
Having said that, he turned and left.
"Acting all mysterious..."
Xu Qingyi didn’t give it much thought and, carrying the package, happily walked towards the Palace Chambers.
...
Chen Mo stood before the main hall, looking up at the "Frozen Sky Palace" plaque with its dragon and phoenix dance-like calligraphy, and couldn’t help but recall the introduction of that title:
[Night after night I lean against the railing, gazing at the vault of heaven, with the Emperor’s star remotely hanging in the frosty sky.]
A strange feeling arose in his heart.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he stepped into the palace.
Passing through the antechamber, he reached the inner room.
Light gauze curtains, like mist, hung down, faintly revealing that exquisite figure.
Yu Youhan was reclining on the Consort’s Seat, browsing through Written Notes.
Her skin like condensed cream, glowing with a pearlescent luster, her clear blue eyes slightly closed as if they harbored a thousand stars.


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