Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 280 - 278 Loulan Queen

Walking in the bamboo forest, Chen Mo recalled the words Lin Su Ya said to him before she left.

"The Genyue will soon be completed, Your Majesty's breakthrough to First Grade is imminent, be extra careful yourself."

"Is this a warning?"

Chen Mo rubbed his chin and mumbled, why did his master remind him like this?

He recalled what Huangfu Hao had said to him.

Wei Xian had once investigated him.

And the "rumors" in Bianliang these days that he was a "Fake Eunuch," those who spread them were all caught and thrown into prison.

All these signs indicated that Zhao Ji should already know the fact that he wasn't a eunuch.

Moreover, the rumor mongers were probably caught under his orders.

The reason for catching them was likely a matter of face, after all, if this matter was confirmed, the dignity of the Imperial Family would be greatly undermined.

A normal man staying in the harem for so long would surely fuel people's imaginations.

The reason for not taking action against him now is probably to avoid alarming the target...

"No, I have to simulate once more when I go back and see if there will be any changes in the next few days."

With these thoughts, Chen Mo quickened his pace considerably as he walked out of the bamboo forest.

"Hey..."

Suddenly, a figure jumped out in front of Chen Mo, greeting him.

Chen Mo, who was unprepared, was startled, his breathing quickened considerably.

Seeing Chen Mo frightened, Zhao Fujin laughed, "Haha, junior brother, I didn't expect you to be scared by me, you're such a coward..."

Apparently, Zhao Fujin had been hiding here for a long time, just waiting for Chen Mo to come out to surprise him.

Of course, for Zhao Fujin, it was purely a joke.

However, Chen Mo was feeling a bit somber because of Lin Su Ya's words, so he ignored Zhao Fujin.

Zhao Fujin thought he was angry, so she stopped smiling, sensed the surroundings, and seeing no one nearby, she hugged his arm and pressed her body against his, saying:

"Junior brother, are you angry? I was just joking with you, don't be mad.

Okay, I apologize, will you stop being angry?"

Like a little girlfriend deeply in love, coaxing Chen Mo.

Chen Mo also snapped out of it at this moment, pinching Zhao Fujin's cheek, and said: "Senior sister, I'm not angry."

"You obviously are." Zhao Fujin pouted, "Otherwise, why wouldn't you talk to me?"

"I didn't ignore you, I was just thinking about something, so..."

"Something on your mind?" Zhao Fujin was stunned, then asked, "Oh right, junior brother, what did the master say to you just now?"

Upon hearing this, and thinking about Lin Su Ya's words, Chen Mo felt Zhao Fujin was a bit slack in her cultivation, unlike himself, with persistence and effort. So he pinched her nose, jokingly said: "Master said if senior sister doesn't cultivate diligently, we won't be able to be together in the future."

"Ah." Zhao Fujin exclaimed, a bit startled, "Did the master really say that?"

Chen Mo nodded, "Senior sister, look, I'm already an Innate Martial Artist, and you're still at Fourth Grade, at this rate, I'm definitely going to reach Foundation Establishment first, and once I do, I'll be taken away, won't we be separated then?"

Hearing this, Zhao Fujin realized the seriousness of the situation, suddenly feeling fearful, she held Chen Mo's arm even tighter, saying: "Junior brother, could you... slow down your cultivation, I... will definitely try to catch up."

Zhao Fujin also knew she had been lax recently.

Firstly, being in love, she thought about Chen Mo every day and didn't want to cultivate.

Secondly, cultivation was quite irritating, for someone like Zhao Fujin who loved to play, it was natural to slack off without supervision.

Thirdly, Zhao Fujin had no sense of crisis; as a woman, she didn't need to inherit the throne, and her status as Empress ensured her an excellent life and safety, so she didn't think about those things; cultivation was tiring, and people possess hedonistic tendencies; in a carefree situation, who would want to suffer? 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Lastly, due to her talent, even if she was lax in cultivation, her strength was still much greater than her peers, which made someone not very competitive even more prone to laziness.

Looking into Zhao Fujin's bright eyes, Chen Mo nodded.

"I knew my junior brother was the best to me." Zhao Fujin suddenly jumped onto Chen Mo, her legs clamping around his waist, and her hands hugging his neck.

"I can't bear to be separated from you either, senior sister." Stroking Zhao Fujin's face, Chen Mo looked at her affectionately.

"Junior brother..." Zhao Fujin offered a kiss willingly.

...

Actually, the Desolate Kingdom is not really called the Desolate Kingdom. It is due to language differences and because it is composed of various tribes, with regions of grasslands and deserts, having been founded less than two hundred years ago. Every ruler has been female, and they were previously always beaten by the previous dynasty and their people, leading the people of the Great Song Dynasty to see them as an uncultivated barbarian nation and call it the Desolate Kingdom.

To its people, the true name of the Desolate Kingdom is Loulan.

While it is night in the Great Song Dynasty, it is daytime in Loulan.

A man with tattered clothes and a battle-scarred armor stepped into the Golden Hall.

His appearance was a stark contrast to the well-dressed ministers on either side of the hall.

Some ministers chuckled aloud.

The man knelt on one knee, bowed to the Golden Hall, and said respectfully: "Subject Di Wu Man reports to the King. I am inept and was defeated by Zhao Qianyi in the east. Please punish me."

On the throne of the Golden Hall, a graceful figure leaned lazily against the chair, her eyes fixed on the amethyst embedded in the chair. Upon hearing the man's words, the woman couldn't help but raise her slender hand to rub her smooth forehead while lightly tapping the armrest with the other hand.

As the Queen of Loulan, her attire was extremely revealing, showing her fair collarbone and the flat, tender abdomen, free of any excess flesh. Her golden hair perfectly concealed the enticing curves below her collarbone.

But not a single minister dared to look up closely; in fact, the minister who was laughing earlier didn't dare to breathe now.

The sound of tapping the armrest was like the melody of death; Di Wu Man's forehead was now covered in cold sweat, and he said again, "Subject Di Wu Man, please punish me."

Finally, the sound of tapping the armrest stopped, and the woman spoke, but it was not a chilling voice; rather, it was a voice filled with a charm that reached into the bones, yet it made Di Wu Man tremble uncontrollably.

"It's been so long, and you can't even handle a woman, and you lost fifty thousand troops. What use does the Queen have for you?

Take him away and execute him."

Upon hearing this, Di Wu Man's body went limp, kowtowing frantically, "Your Majesty, spare me, have mercy..."

Though Di Wu Man knew he would be punished, he never expected it would cost him his life.

But even after his forehead was bleeding, he didn't receive the woman's mercy, and he was dragged out and executed.