Liang Ji looked down at the young man, her long, beautiful eyes showing a hint of surprise along with an inexplicable sense of grievance. She had gone to such lengths, yet he could still resist.

Is it that I have truly aged, and can’t compare to Princess Consort Huai or Xu Ying?

Chen Mo saw her reaction and knew she misunderstood something. He suddenly grasped the beautiful woman’s delicate, soft white jade-like hand, interlocking his fingers with hers, and chuckled lightly: "Empress Dowager, you misunderstood. What I meant was that the Empress Dowager only has to wear the Dragon Robe."

"Wearing the Dragon Robe how..." Liang Ji was initially startled but then realized. Her long, beautiful eyes, like flowing water, flashed with a trace of embarrassed anger. This man actually wants her to serve while wearing the Dragon Robe.

She gave Chen Mo a flirtatious glance, and amidst the rustling sounds, the sound of a gust of wind striking the window arose. Then, Liang Ji’s elegant eyebrows tightened slightly, and she bit her red lips gently to maintain composure.

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, feeling a nameless thrill. He released the beautiful woman’s hand, supported her voluptuous waist, and looked up at her flushed face, feeling an immense sense of accomplishment flooding his mind.

An empress dowager of a nation, unexpectedly pandering to him—this experience is indescribable.

"Empress Dowager, do you have a nickname?" Chen Mo noticed the Empress Dowager wasn’t uttering a word, and the two of them were in silence, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere, so he thoughtlessly asked.

"Yes, why do you ask?" The Empress Dowager said without looking at Chen Mo, involuntarily recalling her wedding night.

It was fine not to recall, but once she did, she suddenly found her memories of that wedding night becoming quite blurry.

It’s very odd. Clearly, it was her first night as a bride, logically unforgettable, yet she couldn’t remember any details. The only thing she recollects is it being somewhat... dull.

Chen Mo sat up abruptly, embracing Liang Ji, gently pinching her chin, leaning close but not tasting, merely staying very close to her face, saying: "It would make me feel that the Empress Dowager belongs to me, uniquely..."

Having said this, without waiting for Liang Ji’s response, he kissed her.

Liang Ji let out a soft "mm" as her hands quickly grasped Chen Mo’s shoulders, her pupils suddenly widening a bit, then her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed again.

After a while, Chen Mo ceased the kiss, and Liang Ji’s lip color became pale. Instead, Chen Mo’s lips retained the lipstick that Liang Ji had applied.

He continued to pinch Liang Ji’s chin, looking at her peach-blossom-like face, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. After such a kiss, Liang Ji now seemed just like a newlywed woman.

"Do you like it?" Chen Mo asked with a smile.

Liang Ji chose to remain silent, too embarrassed to answer such a shameless question.

"Not speaking means you like it." Chen Mo embraced her shoulders, adjusting the black Dragon Robe to fully cover the Empress Dowager’s body, sniffing the fragrance from her hair strands, and softly said: "Empress Dowager hasn’t answered my earlier question yet, has she?"

"Yo Yo..." Liang Ji said softly, tightly wrapping her arms around Chen Mo’s neck, her voice utterly sweet.

"Which you..."

"Exactly this yo..." The beauty’s breath was like scents in the youth’s ear.

"Yo yo, nice name, how did you end up with such a nickname?"

"Yo is also the sound a deer makes, and deer are seen as Divine Martial in the folk... You’re so annoying..." Saying this, Liang Ji suddenly lightly slapped Chen Mo, because he, within the Dragon Robe, continued his mischief upon seeing her unmoved, could only continue speaking: "It also symbolizes happiness and longevity, taking Yo Yo as a nickname signifies deep blessings for me."

Large families don’t name lightly.

"Yo Yo truly is deeply blessed, making people long for more." Chen Mo’s voice carried several ambiguous meanings, clearly holding something unsaid.

"Don’t call me by that nickname." Liang Ji didn’t expect that after telling him, he’d call her that. This nickname had been used only by her parents and elders of the clan, not even by that person.

"Yo Yo, Yo Yo, Yo Yo..." Chen Mo was just like a child at that moment, not only did he call her, but he did so several times, appearing entirely different from the Wei King who held power in the courtroom.

Liang Ji was both embarrassed and annoyed, but didn’t forget the affair: "When does King Wei plan to release my father; I’ve heard that he has already entered the capital."

"That’s easy; as long as Yo Yo calls me..." I’ll make sure Yo Yo sees the father-in-law tomorrow."

"You, you..." Liang Ji felt an unexpected shock, this person so bold, more ambitious than Xu Guozhong and Lu Sheng, but now she could only gripe internally. After hesitating for a moment, she softly called out "Your Majesty."

"Yo Yo truly is a wonderful person." Saying this, Chen Mo kissed again, simultaneously lifting her towards the nearby canopy bed.

Watching the bed becoming ever closer in the corner of her eye, Liang Ji only felt her heart tremble inexplicably.

Tonight, she likely wouldn’t return to the palace.

...

Now, dusk deepened.

At the center of the Soul Devouring Array, the "Prime Minister’s Mansion" was heavily dilapidated. On that day, many people died in the mansion; even after it’s been tidied, over these past days, it still feels eerie. Especially now, most residents of Luonan City have relocated. Chen Mo hasn’t returned, and Xia Zhining, Yue Ruyan, the two ladies couldn’t sleep.

In the room, after the events of that day, both women had tacitly decided to stay in the same room. Seeing Chen Mo hadn’t returned yet, Xia Zhining frowned and said: "It’s already five quarters past 9 p.m.; what could be keeping him this long?"