Dusk was falling.
Chen Mo walked out of the Government building, carrying a cat.
He stroked the cat’s back, smoothing the fluffed-up fur, and whispered, "Yuan’er does have a somewhat straightforward temperament; I hope the Empress won’t mind..."
"..."
The cat, more precisely, the Cat Lady, cast a sidelong glance at him.
This wasn’t the first time she’d seen something like this.
The last time, at least, it was due to poisoning, which was somewhat understandable...
Now, in broad daylight, she dove under the table, and her movements were so adept, it was obvious she’d undergone long-term "professional training"!
What are these two doing in the Government all day long?!
Chen Mo softly said, "Yuan’er has gone through life and death with me, and our bond is deep, which is an undeniable fact, but it does not affect my respect and admiration for the Empress in any way... My feelings, the Empress should be aware of them, so please don’t be jealous, alright?"
I am not jealous!
It’s just an eyesore, that’s all!
"Meow!"
Yu Youhan wanted to scold Chen Mo, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a soft mewing sound.
Nearly forgetting, the vocal structure of a cat is different from that of a human...
Initially, to suppress her aura and avoid detection, she only attached a thin wisp of her Divine Sense to the cat, merely for observing her surroundings and performing simple actions. She couldn’t use this for Divine Soul communication.
Listening to the plaintive meow, Chen Mo frowned slightly, "Empress, can’t you speak human language?"
"..."
Yu Youhan puffed up irritably and nipped at him.
Nonsense!
If I could speak, wouldn’t I have done so already?
Seeing it persistently biting him, Chen Mo pondered for a moment and seemed to realize something.
"You wouldn’t also want to..."
"No, there are barbs on your tongue..."
?
What nonsense is this guy spouting!
Yu Youhan felt both embarrassed and annoyed, biting down even harder.
Since it couldn’t penetrate him, Chen Mo let it be. Moving as gracefully as the wind, in just a brief moment, the vast array of palace buildings came into sight.
Upon arriving before the gates of the Imperial Palace, he coincidentally encountered two familiar figures.
One was wearing red Luo clothes, with a seven-rib crown on his head, none other than Prime Minister Zhuang Jingming.
Beside him stood Eunuch Jin, still clad in his sea water river-edge shirt, holding a silver-threaded feather duster, his hair tied neatly in a bun.
"Please wait, Eunuch."



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