Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 111 Feelings

"How long will it take?"

Zhao Jiangning inquired, desperately wanting to be free from the torment of her illness.

"If we can heal your hand today, that’s already the best-case scenario. At this rate, it should take about half a month..."

Seeing the state Zhao Jiangning was in after so much suffering, Chen Mo decided to heal her, though he had no intention of letting the opportunity of her condition go to waste, so he prolonged the healing time a bit.

After all, he wasn’t charging her a fee, so absorbing a bit more of her Yin Yang Qi was quite fair and reasonable, wasn’t it?

Chen Mo quietly convinced himself.

Hearing Chen Mo say half a month, Zhao Jiangning’s face turned pale, then she mocked herself, "People, it’s just greediness. Seeing a glimmer of hope for a cure, you wish for it faster, forgetting that you’ve already endured for over a decade, so what’s this half a month..."

Zhao Jiangning took a deep breath, her eyes shimmering with the hope for a better future, saying, "Sorry to trouble you."

"I’ll do my best," Chen Mo subconsciously avoided Zhao Jiangning’s gaze.

But he secretly muttered to himself.

No horse gets fat without night grass.

He needed strength urgently.

Just half a month, not long at all...

"Prince De Ning, take a few more sips, and I’ll continue to treat you."

Pretending to be thorough, Chen Mo again brought the gourd to Zhao Jiangning’s lips to feed her.

Knowing there was hope for recovery, Zhao Jiangning’s mood improved significantly, and she drank a few sips of the potion with a smile.

After feeding Zhao Jiangning with the potion.

Chen Mo grabbed her left hand and began to massage it again.

The Yin Yang Qi on her wrist had already been absorbed.

Now it was the arm’s turn.

"Prince De Ning, forgive me." Chen Mo rolled up Zhao Jiangning’s sleeve, pulling it up to her armpit.

Her entire arm was exposed in front of Chen Mo, and for the more conservative Zhao Jiangning, this made her blush instantly, especially when she noticed Chen Mo’s gaze glancing towards her armpit—it filled her with shame.

Like a child who had done something wrong, she quickly turned her head away.

Because she had...shaved her armpit...

She didn’t know if other women did the same, so being noticed made her extremely embarrassed and self-conscious.

If possible, she wished she could dig a hole and bury her head in it.

However, she didn’t realize that Chen Mo merely took a glance out of pure admiration, without focusing on her armpit at all.

He started gently massaging her left forearm.

Suddenly, Zhao Jiangning felt a strange sensation spread throughout her body. Due to her illness, her body was extremely sensitive, and even the slightest touch would cause her to react in various ways.

At the same time, a sour and itchy sensation emanated from her left forearm as if something was being drawn out from it.

In its place, a feeling of comfort washed over her.

Usually, after her illness flared up, she felt detached from her body for about half an hour, paralyzed and in pain.

But now, the pain and numbness in her left forearm were gradually fading, making her feel like this part of her body belonged to her again.

A slight drowsiness followed suit.

"What’s happening?"

You know, after the illness flares up, it’s impossible to feel sleepy, but now she did.

Zhao Jiangning shared this with Chen Mo.

Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, "Prince De Ning, it should be because your body has been too weakened by the illness, so..."

Chen Mo then launched into a lengthy spiel.

He explained that this was why it would take about half a month for the treatment to work.

Due to her improving condition, Zhao Jiangning trusted Chen Mo deeply and did not suspect him.

About half an hour later, the Yin Yang Qi in Zhao Jiangning’s left forearm was fully absorbed.

Chen Mo rubbed his eyes, which felt a bit strained.

It seemed today he could only heal Zhao Jiangning’s left hand.

Chen Mo again brought the gourd to Zhao Jiangning, saying, "Prince De Ning, take a few more sips, it’s time for your arm."

Zhao Jiangning said nothing, only a faint blush appearing on her cheeks as she took a couple more sips.

The position of the arm was close to the shoulder, making Zhao Jiangning more acutely aware of Chen Mo’s kneading.

Her entire body gave a slight twitch...

Chen Mo: "..."

Zhao Fujin: "Elder sister, what happened?"

Chen Mo and Zhao Jiangning tacitly remained silent.

But under Zhao Fujin’s intense gaze, Zhao Jiangning finally said, blushing, "It’s nothing, just twitched a bit."

"Oh." Zhao Fujin believed her.

Chen Mo: "..."

After he absorbed the Yin Yang Qi from her arm, it was already dusk.

The atmosphere in the hall had become a bit awkward, so Chen Mo didn’t linger, saying he’d meet with Zhao Fujin that evening before leaving.

After Chen Mo left.

Zhao Fujin looked at her sister on the bed and asked, "Elder sister, how are you feeling?"

"My left hand has mostly recovered, but the rest of my body is still the same as before. But at least there’s hope now," Zhao Jiangning smiled.

"Elder sister..." Zhao Fujin, feeling emotional, sat by the bed, lifted the hair stuck to Zhao Jiangning’s cheek, her mouth opened and closed.

"What’s the matter?" Seeing Zhao Fujin hesitate to speak, Zhao Jiangning glanced up at her.

"Elder sister, you see, Aunt left you early, Father doesn’t care much, and you’ve been tormented by illness for so long, also treated by Gao Fen so badly, it’s so tragic, but now you’ve met Chen Hong, do you think Chen Hong might be someone sent by the heavens to save you?" Zhao Fujin said somewhat wistfully.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiangning was stunned, then her face turned red, she smiled and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about? I’m already married, and he’s an eunuch."

"Oh, right."

"Fujin, be honest with me, have you fallen for Chen Hong?" Zhao Jiangning had already sensed something was off.

"No, no way, how could I have feelings for him?" Zhao Fujin denied it three times in a row.

"That’s good." Zhao Jiangning breathed a sigh of relief, then added:

"You’re of noble birth, the State Preceptor personally took you as a direct disciple, and Father dotes on you immensely. Though Chen Hong seems nice, he’s still an eunuch, of low status. If you were to develop feelings for him, the result would only be worse than my marriage to Gao Fen."

"It’s different, though. Mother removed him from slavery, and now he’s a disciple of the Shenxiao Sect and a captain in the Infantry Department, in charge of over a hundred people," Zhao Fujin said.

"Hmm?" Zhao Jiangning furrowed her brows.

"Ah... I know, I know this, I could never fall for him, but what about you, elder sister?" Zhao Fujin hurriedly changed the subject.

"What about me?"