Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Chapter 821: Chapter 827, Chapter 828: Master and Servant, Side by Side

"Then you shall reside here at Copper Sparrow Platform from now on, with all the necessities you need."

Chen Mo stepped forward and helped Zhihua up.

"Thank you, Prince." Zhihua raised her hand, gently using her sleeve to wipe the tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Alright, quickly head inside, it’s such a cold day, wearing so little makes even me feel chilly." Chen Mo held Zhihua’s small, icy hand.

Feeling the warmth from his hand, a blush rose on Zhihua’s fair skin as if snow, and she didn’t withdraw her hand. Her delicate lips slightly parted as she spoke: "Prince, a while ago I visited the temple and asked for a Peace Talisman for you, but I don’t have it with me right now. Perhaps the Prince could accompany me inside to fetch it."

Chen Mo knew her intent, and raised his hand to gently pinch her fair cheek, then his fingers glided over her delicate lips. At that moment, Zhihua directly grabbed Chen Mo’s hand and started to suck.

"..."

Chen Mo firmly pinched Zhihua’s chin, saying, "No need, in a few days when I have time, I will come visit you."

After speaking, Chen Mo pinched Zhihua’s round hips and then left.

Zhihua watched as Chen Mo departed, a warm glow in her eyes under her arched eyebrows.

...

The reason Chen Mo did not stay at Copper Sparrow Platform was because tonight was the turn of Princess Deti, Xingyao.

He wasn’t one to be fastidious; since he entered the mansion, he wouldn’t raise without savoring.

When he returned to Prince Wei’s Mansion, the dinner had been prepared, just waiting for Chen Mo to return.

After dining, Chen Mo took a bath, changed into a white brocade robe, and headed toward Xingyao’s courtyard.

...

In the chamber where Xingyao resided.

Xingyao sat on a couch laid with blankets, her delicately cold face lacked the usual icy elegance, her brows and eyes betraying threads of tension.

At this moment, she wore a black gown embroidered with a golden phoenix design, appearing mysterious and noble, with the collar and cuffs inlaid with exquisite gems.

This dress was bestowed upon her mother, Princess Yan Yang, by the former Emperor when she was granted the title of Eldest Princess, a symbol of status.

This gown was also the only relic of her mother that Xingyao brought when she left Yelang.

Back then, when Princess Yan Yang was still alive, she said she would give this dress to Xingyao on her wedding day.

Though it’s a relic of Princess Yan Yang, it was a gift from the former Emperor, so Princess Yan Yang did not wear it often.

To Xingyao, tonight was a significant occasion for herself and she had dressed thoughtfully.

Her slender, fine fingers were like exquisite crafts, yet now they nervously clutched the hem of her dress.

She couldn’t say she was happy.

After all, between her and Chen Mo, there was no feeling or affection involved.

To put it bluntly, it was simply living together.

Not that there was any aversion.

Chen Mo was her support, and in a sense, also her benefactor.

As Xingyao’s thoughts drifted, she heard the voice of a maid outside the room, announcing the arrival of the Prince.

This maid was arranged by the Prince’s Mansion for Xingyao.

As for Shuang’Er, she no longer lived in the mansion; Xingyao granted her freedom, and under Chen Mo’s arrangement, she promised her to Luo Yong of the Personal Guard Battalion.

Xingyao’s thoughts returned to reality, and the next moment, the door opened, letting in the cold wind from outside, and a figure clad in white entered, closing the door behind him.

Xingyao slowly stood up, her gaze pressing calmly upon the young man in a white robe, her voice carrying her inherent aloofness, but quivering slightly due to her nervousness: "Prince..."

She spoke as she moved forward, imitating the actions of her parents when they were still alive, where her mother would approach her father to help him with his attire upon his return, gently brushing off the snowflakes upon Chen Mo’s head.

Xingyao placed the white robe taken from Chen Mo on the table beside her, then proceeded to make the bed.

But she was held by Chen Mo, who pulled her closer, with the two facing each other.

Chen Mo looked into Xingyao’s eyes with a warm gaze, saying: "Yao’Er, from now on we are a family, there’s no need for such nerviness and formality. Though the Eldest Princess and father-in-law are no longer here, as your husband, I will take care of you in the future."

Upon hearing these words, Xingyao’s eyes softened somewhat, though her aloofness remained, she lightly murmured "Mm."

Chen Mo said nothing further, and with a gentle grip on her pointed chin, he swiftly drew near and captured her tender lips, while his other hand adeptly embraced Xingyao’s waist.

Xingyao’s pupils widened instantly, feeling the fervent breath rampaging within her mouth; initially stunned, then instinctively resisting.

Since childhood, she had never been this intimately involved with a man.

As for the previous incident involving medicine, she couldn’t recall what happened after losing consciousness.

Her white, snow-like face was as if covered with frost, yet before she could react, her mind involuntarily shivered.

Chen Mo’s hand, squeezing Xingyao’s chin... felt that even truth was soft and warm, sensing the young girl’s heated and trembling body, a subtle feeling of fulfillment arose in him.

On Xingyao’s cold and snow-like face, a blush swiftly turned fiery red, and she ceased her struggle.

She couldn’t really struggle, as suddenly, her body became weak and numb, her eyes squinting into a narrow line.

Chen Mo embraced her, falling back onto the soft couch.

Chen Mo gently caressed the girl’s fragrant skin and fair face with a smile: "Yao’Er, help me disarm."

At this moment, Xingyao understood what "disarm" meant, her mind truly trembling inexplicably, her heart racing.