I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon novel Chapter 1270

Chapter 1270: Chapter 486: Chen Mo: My Life Has Been Like Walking on Thin Ice...

Chen Mo hadn’t expected to see Lv Huaiyu here.

The two of them had dealt with each other a few times before, and he had always been somewhat puzzled about this Grandmaster’s stance.

As a powerful minister personally promoted by Wu Lie, he ought by nature to be a firm member of the Royalist Faction, yet on the day of the Grand Sacrifice he had hinted that an accident would occur at the ancestral shrine, thereby averting a disaster.

Then, when Chen Mo went south, he again tacitly allowed Lu Shuangge to make public the Barbarian Tribe’s attempt to unleash a blood miasma, further causing the Lv Family to lose the Emperor’s trust.

This sort of seemingly fence‑sitting behavior ended up pleasing neither side; by rights, an official who had reached such heights would not commit such a low‑level blunder...

"Mr. Chen, why are you still standing there in a daze? I’ve been waiting for you for quite some time," Lv Huaiyu beckoned.

"This subordinate greets Master Lv, and greets Mr. Wei."

Chen Mo stepped forward, hands hanging at his sides as he stood, and from the corner of his eye glanced at the frail man wrapped in a fur cloak.

This was actually his first time seeing this Commander.

He had heard of this man’s deeds from the Empress’s mouth: he had single‑handedly founded the Sky Scale Guard, granted special authority by the Imperial Power to supervise the hundred officials, suppressing the court with bloody methods—his conduct could be called ruthless to the extreme... yet the sickly figure before his eyes was utterly different from what he had imagined.

Wei Xuan toyed with the teacup in his hand and said mildly, "Qing Lin, find a seat for Chen Qianhu."

"Yes."

The black‑clad girl responded, took out a futon, and placed it by the tea table.

"Thank you, my lord."

Chen Mo sat cross‑legged; his position faced the window, right between the two men. When he raised his eyes, he could look down upon half the Imperial City.

The girl knelt, picked up the teapot, poured tea into a cup, and pushed it in front of Chen Mo. The refreshing fragrance of tea lingered at his nose, threaded with wisps of Spiritual Energy that set one’s spirit at ease.

"This Spiritual Tea was cultivated by my own hand. Mr. Chen, you may have a taste," Wei Xuan said.

Chen Mo lifted the cup and took a light sip.

It was faintly bitter at first, then immediately turned sweet; a subtle mellow sweetness spread through his throat. He couldn’t help but praise, "Excellent tea! Clear and brisk with the fragrance of herbs and trees—it even seems to carry a hint of rootless grass and Purple Jade Flower."

Wei Xuan smiled and nodded. "Indeed, it’s a new variety cultivated from Purple Jade Branches and watered day and night with Xuan Palace Jade Dew to form this peculiar flavor. It seems Chen Qianhu is also a refined gentleman who understands tea, unlike some people, who are basically an ox chewing peonies and fit only to drink plain boiled water..."

"..."

Lv Huaiyu curled his lip and let out a cold snort.

Only then did Chen Mo notice that the cup in front of him really did contain plain water.

Wei Xuan waved his hand, signaling for the black‑clad girl to withdraw, and the air in the room grew quiet.

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