novelraw Chapter 608 - 232: Distinguished Guest at the Chen Mansion, the Empress Has Arrived!_3
Chapter 608 - 232: Distinguished Guest at the Chen Mansion, the Empress Has Arrived!_3
Pushing open the door and walking inside, at this moment Chu Heng had already awakened. He was sitting on the bed, his right hand fiercely gripping the neck of a maid, the blood vessels on his forearm bulging and pulsing, as if it were sucking something.
The maid’s body visibly withered at an incredible speed, emitting hoarse sounds from her mouth, her eyes full of terror, looking pleadingly at the old butler.
The butler expressionlessly closed the door, silently observing the scene.
In just three breaths’ time, the maid had become a dried corpse, her vitality utterly extinguished.
Chu Heng discarded the corpse as if it were trash, casually tossing it aside. On his palm, a fissure opened up, filled with countless sharp teeth, twisting and opening like a living creature.
"Not enough..."
Chu Heng picked up the floating Blood Pearl and directly stuffed it into his hollow left eye socket.
The pearl was so large that it caused his eye corner to split open, blood gushing down his cheek, yet his expression remained one of utter satisfaction.
Soon after, he turned towards the old butler, his vicious demeanor enough to make one’s blood run cold.
"Chen Mo..."
"Is he dead?"
Chu Heng’s voice was hoarse and low.
The old butler sighed softly, "Princely Heir, things have changed, you should focus on yourself first."
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Feng Jinyu followed the servants all the way through the courtyard, leaving the Prince Mansion.
Just as his front foot crossed the threshold, the back door slammed shut with a "bang."
He looked back at the tightly closed scarlet door, a chill suddenly enveloping him, accompanied by a sense of foreboding.
"Something is not right..."
"But I’ve already been drawn into this; trying to withdraw now seems too late..."
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At noon, the sky was clear and the air crisp.
Chen Mo walked out of the Imperial Palace, stretching lazily.
Although the situation had settled, the Empress still advised him to lie low, so he stayed in the palace for a few more days.
In return, he showed the Empress proper football techniques and invited her to drink an elixir under the royal table at Zhao Hua Palace... which resulted in the Empress being so angry she didn’t speak to him for a whole day.
Originally Chen Mo worried the Empress might come for him, but unexpectedly everything remained calm.
Before leaving the palace, he also visited Frozen Sky Palace, where Director Xu informed him the Empress had gone out on business.
"I don’t know if the Empress is avoiding me or really busy..." Chen Mo shook his head, considering that they stared at each other fixedly that day, presumably she was embarrassed to show herself for the moment.
Xu Qingyi also inquired about the follow-up storyline of Silver Bottle Plum, reminding him not to forget to write after leaving the palace, almost as if she’d come knocking if he didn’t submit his manuscript promptly.
"By the way, since handling the case in Linglan County, I haven’t been to the Government..."
Chen Mo glanced at the sky, muttering to himself, "After skipping work for so long, it won’t hurt to miss another day."
With his hands clasped behind his back, he walked towards the Chen Mansion.
His steps were slow, like a leisurely stroll, yet each step covered several yards, as if he floated forward effortlessly.
His black hair fluttered, garments flapping, appearing quite leisurely and carefree.
The other day, Eunuch Jin brought him back to the palace, he observed the other’s movement technique, gleaning a trace of aesthetic...though he couldn’t achieve the Shrinking Ground into Inches effect, it was sufficient for showing off.
About a quarter of an hour later, Chen Mo arrived at the Chen Mansion gates.
Entering through the gate and crossing the courtyard, he saw no servants along the way.
"Where is everyone?"
"I, the young master, have returned, and no one comes out to greet..."
As he stepped into the hall, his words came to an abrupt halt.
He saw He Yuzhi and Chen Zhuo sitting stiffly and solemnly in the secondary seats.
On the main seat, a figure draped in a purple iris gown leaned against the chair, gracefully sipping tea.
"Oh? Mr. Chen is back?"
The woman raised her cyan-green eyes, speaking softly.
Chen Mo’s expression was stunned, somewhat incredulous.
"Mother..."
"Empress?!"