I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 1315: Chapter 507: Imperial Consort and Empress, One Versus Two! Chen Mo Wants to Be Supreme Emperor! (Part 2)

Since these maidservants dared to block her way, it indicated that Yu Youhan was definitely in the palace at this moment.

This wasn’t her first time coming to the Frozen Sky Palace. Familiar with the layout inside, she searched around but saw no one. She then followed the long corridor and arrived at the door of the bedroom in the rear hall.

She reached out to push it, only to find the latch was fastened from inside.

Knock, knock, knock—

She raised her hand to rap on the door.

After waiting for a moment, there was no response.

The Empress cleared her throat and said, "Yu Youhan, I know you’re in there. I’m not here to cause trouble but to discuss something important with you—it’s about Chen Mo..."

It was quite a while before Yu Youhan’s voice finally rang out, "I’m not available right now, you should go back first..."

The tone was somewhat trembling, breathless, sounding very strange, almost like someone riding on a bumpy horseback.

The Empress frowned, her voice low, "Enough, stop pretending. I know you’re trying to provoke me, but there’s no one else in this room. Open the door quickly. I don’t have the patience to play around with you!"

"I... I told you, it’s inconvenient. Come another day..."

"Are you addicted to acting?"

With both hands on her hips, the Empress said in a frustrated tone, "I’ll give you five more seconds. If the door’s not open by then, I’ll invite Lady Chen to the palace to see what you’ve become!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air instantly went silent.

The Empress thought her tactic had worked and raised her delicate chin to begin counting down:

"Five."

"Four."

"Three."

"Two."

Just as the final number was about to be spoken, footsteps sounded inside the room, accompanied by startled cries, "No, Dog-like Lackey, you mustn’t open the door..."

Creaaak—

The words had barely left her mouth when the door was abruptly flung open.

Upon seeing the scene before her, the Empress was momentarily stunned.

Only to find Chen Mo, completely bare, his muscular physique akin to a marble sculpture, veins bulging, steam rising from his skin in warm wisps.

Yu Youhan, on the other hand, was draped in a thin nightgown, her hair in disarray, her fair skin flushed a deep red, her wrists and ankles bound with crimson silk through the diaphanous fabric, as she lay limp like mud in Chen Mo’s arms.

Her cheeks buried in his shoulder, wearing a look too embarrassed to meet anyone.

"You, you two are..."

The Empress hadn’t expected Yu Youhan to be truly indisposed this time!

"Ahem, Your Majesty the Empress, what brings you here?" Chen Mo’s expression was somewhat embarrassed.

Her Majesty the Consort had been bottled up with anger these past days, dragging him back from the Demon Suppression Department, declaring she would give him a good lesson.

As was clear...

In just two short hours, she had completely lost the ability to fight, her consciousness scattered, barely able to speak a coherent sentence...

"Wait a moment..."

The Empress gathered her thoughts and asked in confusion, "Weren’t you at Fuyun Mountain? When did you come back?"

"Eh? Your Majesty already knows?" Chen Mo scratched his head and said, "I just came back. After finishing up here, I was planning to report to Your Majesty the Empress."

"Mainly because Ling Yishan’s condition has been deteriorating, and there is still no news of the Daoist Venerable, so I specifically went there..."

"Is that all?"

The Empress let out a cold laugh and said, "But how come I heard you also found yourself a Daoist partner?"

Chen Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth. Though he knew this matter couldn’t be hidden for long, he was surprised it had reached the Empress’s ears so quickly.

After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "It’s true, Zhi’er has a special status. Since being with me, she’s endured countless rumors and slanders. If I don’t give her a rightful place, I’m afraid her backbone will be pierced through with gossip... After all, as a man, I have to do something."

"She’s afraid of being gossiped about; doesn’t it worry me as well?" The Empress tightened her grip on her clothing, the suppressed grievance and bitterness in her heart surging forth, "Haven’t I sacrificed enough for you? You only think of giving her a title, but have you ever thought about how I should conduct myself?"

"Of course, I’ve considered this." Chen Mo said seriously, "A Daoist partner is a Daoist partner, a wife is a wife. Once all this settles, Your Majesty will be free as well, and then you too can become Lady Chen."

He had already figured it out: if one can have two Daoist partners, why can’t one have two wives?

Currently, by Da Yuan Law, only one wife with multiple concubines is allowed; having two wives of equal status is illegal.

But laws are made by man. Once he’s dealt with Wu Lie, gained full control of the court, changing the law would be as simple as speaking a word!

As for wearing the yellow robe and ascending to become a saint...

To be honest, Chen Mo wasn’t very interested in that.

After becoming the Emperor, there’s just too much to worry about. How could it compare to having fun with my dozen wives?

"A free man?" The Empress sighed, looking forlorn, and said, "That’s easy for you to say. You can wash your hands of it, but someone still has to handle the affairs of the state..."

"Don’t worry, I’ve already thought it through. Either Your Highness supports the Crown Prince to take the throne as a puppet Emperor, or we have another son to inherit the throne." Chen Mo rubbed his chin with a smile, "Then Your Highness can set aside these duties and enjoy the worldly life with me."

"..."

The idea wasn’t even solid yet, and this guy was already thinking of being the Supreme Emperor?

The Empress’s cheeks turned a subtle shade of red, as she spat out, "Phooey, nonsense! Who’s going to have a son with you? Let Yu Youhan have one for you!"

Chen Mo nodded and said, "That works too..."

The Empress glared, "How dare you!"

"Are you two... ever going to stop?"

At this moment, Yu Youhan regained some strength, breathing heavily, and said tremblingly, "Do you have to talk at the door? What if someone sees us? You may not care about saving face, but I do... ugh..."

"You’re right, Your Highness, come in and let’s continue." Chen Mo pulled the Empress in and shut the door behind them.

The Empress came to her senses and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Chen Mo’s one hand was holding her arm, the other was closing the door, while Yu Youhan was tightly wrapped in red silk, and neither could free their hands, yet Yu Youhan was hanging firmly on Chen Mo...

How was this even possible?

Could it be that...

Looking at the part hidden by the sheer skirt, the Empress thought of something, her lips parted slightly, and her eyes widened.

Was he stringing someone up like candied hawthorn?

Isn’t that a bit too much!

Crash—

The latch fell, and the door was tightly shut.

Chen Mo turned to look at the Empress, smiling as he said, "Perfect timing, Your Highness. I’ve recently tested the effects of cultivating with three people, and it’s quite astonishing! We’ll try it soon, it’ll surely help Your Highness adapt to Dragon Qi faster..."

"I don’t think that’s necessary, is it?" The Empress unconsciously stepped back two steps, nervously swallowing.

"Don’t worry, Your Highness, let me first help the Empress untie the red silk..."

"Hey, Your Highness, don’t run..."

"Let me go, I don’t want to be like candied hawthorn, oh no..."

...

...

Tiandu City.

North of the city, at the Four Directions Tavern.

In an upper room on the third floor, there was a square table with three men and one woman, each sitting on a side.

A handsome scholar in white, a sullen-faced man in black, a burly man with a square face, and a graceful figure shrouded in black mist.

The tea on the table had turned cold, but none of them spoke.

The pressure was intensely low.

Finally, the man in black was the first to speak: "Jiang Wangye, according to the rules, the Fenghuo Order can only be activated when the family’s survival is at stake. Why did you suddenly call us here, what’s the reason?"

That burly man spoke in a deep, cold tone, "I have a ton of trouble waiting to be dealt with, no time to play around with you guys; if you have something to say, say it, otherwise, this meeting’s over!"

And the woman in the black mist remained silent as ever.

Jiang Wangye shook a folding fan in his hand, glancing over the three of them, and cleared his throat, "Since I’ve gathered everyone here, there’s naturally something important to discuss, and it indeed concerns the life and death of the big families."

"Ha, if something that big really happened, the Jiang Family wouldn’t have sent a youngster like you to handle it," the burly man said with disdain.

Facing the ridicule, Jiang Wangye remained unbothered, maintaining a calm smile on his face, "With the Family Head’s permission, all internal and external affairs of the Jiang Family are handled by me; otherwise, how could the Fenghuo Order end up in my hands?"

Snap—

As he said that, he lifted a hand and slammed an iron plaque engraved with the Four Symbols onto the table.

The burly man’s eyebrow twitched as he lifted his gaze to size up Jiang Wangye, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "You do have some skills, kid. Didn’t notice earlier, could it be you’ve already broken through to the Heavenly Human Realm?"