The sky darkened.
Inner hall of Zhao Hua Palace.
Chen Mo leaned on a small couch, gazing at the tranquil slumbering face.
Delicate features, small red lips, the dim candlelight cast a warm hue over the cheeks, vaguely revealing the fine hairs on the white, tender skin.
The brows occasionally furrowed lightly, even in sleep, a trace of melancholy lingered between the brows and eyes.
"Ah..."
Chen Mo sighed softly.
After learning of their "affair", the Empress felt somewhat apprehensive.
Although she kept saying she wanted to confront it, when it came to crunch time, she didn’t know how to face it.
The man favored by both her niece and younger sister-in-law had already climbed onto her Phoenix Couch... the sense of betrayal as a "married woman" tormented her greatly.
Chen Mo had comforted her with kind words for a long time before the Empress managed to calm down somewhat.
Tomorrow there was still the ceremony, she had to rise before dawn, worried it would affect her mental state, Chen Mo dutifully acted as a pillow and refrained from mischief.
Seeing that the Empress was fast asleep, he cautiously sat up.
Moved the long leg resting on him aside and silently climbed off the bed.
Standing by the bedside, he pulled over a thin blanket to cover her, pecked lightly on her snow-white cheek.
"Just being seen by the Princess with some clues already threw her into such a panic... If I tell her, Her Majesty the Consort has long known about her sneaking ink, would she possibly plunge straight into the Hidden Dragon River?"
"It seems some things can’t be rushed, and must come slowly."
Chen Mo thought silently.
Leaving Zhao Hua Palace, wandering among the palace complex.
At this time, the palace lights weren’t lit, under the dim sky, the massive palace complex seemed like dormant beasts.
He looked up at the sky, just in time to see the last of the sunset fading on the gilded roof of Qianji Palace, then completely submerging into the gloom.
Remembering Chu Yanli’s words, a chill ran through his heart.
"A vile dragon..."
Passing by Cangzhen Gate, he saw a group of palace attendants shuttling back and forth, holding various luxurious robes and items, while Fan Sigui stood at the door supervising.
"Be careful, don’t damage the items, they’re all for tomorrow’s ceremony."
"If you mess up, you won’t have enough heads to account for it!"
"Hmm? Mr. Chen, why are you here?"
Seeing Chen Mo, Fan Sigui couldn’t help but pause.
Chen Mo cleared his throat, saying earnestly, "Tomorrow the Sky Scale Guard will assist in maintaining order in the Imperial City, as Yulin Army Lang General, I’m here to conduct a round of inspection... Fan Sigui, is this..."
Fan Sigui shook his head and said, "His Majesty is unwell, so the Crown Prince will attend tomorrow’s grand ceremony; since it’s a sudden order, it seems a bit rushed."
Chen Mo raised his brows.
In special periods, it’s understandable for the Crown Prince, as heir to the nation, to replace the Emperor in ancestor sacrifices.

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