I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 657 - 249: The Empress’s Intent! Brand-New Skin Unlocked! _3

Prophetic words?

"I still remember the previous introduction."

"Long night gazing at the cosmos, the Emperor Star hangs far in the Frozen Sky. Rise and fall, who dares ask? Only high above the moon bends like a bow."

"The Emperor Star, is it referring to the Seven Dragon Constellations?"

"As for the ’hangs far in Frozen Sky’... It’s because I came to Frozen Sky Palace that I could refine the Dragon Qi within the ruins’ dust, and the constellations between the Spirit Platform underwent mutation because of it..."

"Could this really be fate?"

"What do ’Tribulation Fire burns the palace’ and ’history hides the bones’ mean?"

Chen Mo stared at the words before him, lost in thought for a time.

He always felt there were crucial messages hidden within the poem...

"Ahem, what are you thinking about?"

At this moment, a languid voice sounded.

Chen Mo came back to his senses and turned his head, only to find that Yu Youhan had returned without him knowing.

She had changed into a plain long dress, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, resting on her shoulders and still carrying a hint of moist mist. She sat by the bed, legs crossed, revealing perfect ankles and arches.

They appeared as though carved from jade, without a single flaw to be found.

"Nothing, just daydreaming." Chen Mo smiled and said, "You finished bathing, Empress?"

"...Hmm."

Yu Youhan’s gaze was somewhat errant as she gently responded.

"By the way, I prepared a gift for you, Empress." Chen Mo took out a black dress from the Heavenly Profound Ring, "This is a dress I custom-made just for you, would you like to try it on?"

"What are you scheming up again..."

Yu Youhan shot him a glare but did not refuse, reaching out to accept it.

Then, a mist spread, obscuring the view, something Chen Mo had grown accustomed to as her unique mode of concealment.

Roughly an incense stick’s time later, the mist finally dispersed.

Chen Mo moved his throat, his gaze instantly fixed.

"Empress..."

"You call this thing a dress?!"

Yu Youhan’s cheeks were slightly red, and her expression was somewhat unnatural.

She was wearing a black dress, clinging closely to her shape, outlining her curves exquisitely.

The top reached down to the armpits, with only two straps hanging on the shoulders, exposing her fragrant shoulders, collarbone, and a deep gorge.

The skirt was cut too high, revealing her two long legs unmistakably, and she even paired it with black stockings, the delicate texture adding a lustrous sheen to the skin, lending it an enigmatic beauty.

"Too low above, too short below, truly indecent..."

Yu Youhan initially intended to change back, but upon seeing Chen Mo’s admiring gaze, hesitated for a moment and sat down again.

"Indeed, only you, Empress, can pull off such a regal look!" Chen Mo sincerely praised, "I won’t be putting this dress on display at Jinxiu Workshop, it’s meant only for you, Empress."

Yu Youhan’s eyes flashed with a trace of pleased bashfulness, holding her arms over her chest, coldly snorting, "In the future, focus less on these useless things, concentrate on your cultivation, or how long will it take you to break through to the first rank?"

"Empress’s words are a lesson."

Chen Mo readily agreed while pondering when to make a stepmother dress for the Empress...

"What brings you to visit me today?" Yu Youhan asked.

"I do have something to report."

Chen Mo expertly held up her exquisite foot, continuing his old trade, while saying, "Today I received evidence of guilt..."

He recounted the investigation of the Yan Family and the events that transpired after entering the palace.

Yu Youhan frowned, saying in a somber tone, "You don’t have to worry too much about the Yan Family. Do as you please without hesitation... but you say you encountered the Crown Prince again?"

Chen Mo nodded, "That’s right."

These past years, the Crown Prince hardly ever leaves the boundaries of Linqing Palace, yet during the few times he does, Chen Mo coincidentally encounters him.

Events like these don’t happen by coincidence; every occurrence is backed by careful planning.

Yu Youhan’s eyes shone with cold intent, "Wu Lie, whatever are you planning?"

"There’s another matter."

Chen Mo pressed upon her little foot, and continued, "When I was playing ball at the horse field today, I deliberately probed the Crown Prince and discovered red patterns similar to Chu Heng’s ones on him."

"However, Chu Heng’s seemed like snake scales, while the Crown Prince’s resembled some ancient script, and the aura was not as blood-soaked and filthy..."

"Red script?"

Yu Youhan frowned even more deeply.

Chen Mo speculated, "Could this be the so-called ’bloodline curse’?"

Yu Youhan mused, "This world possesses Innate Taoist Bodies, naturally there are those who are rejected by heaven. Indeed, some people’s bloodline at birth will be shunned by heaven, exhibiting various phenomena..."

"It could be unusual patterns, it might be some defect, but it’s almost impossible for it to be in text."

"Text is the creation of the Human Race after birth, heavenly will doesn’t manifest in such a way."

"If what you saw is true, then the characters on the Crown Prince’s body are surely artificially placed... Perhaps they’re a sort of Protective Talisman."

Artificial?

Chen Mo pondered over this.

Though the script served a protective role, it was far from simple.

A curse, blood patterns, an array, a Princely Heir plotting to overthrow the regime, and a Crown Prince who rarely leaves the palace... Piecing together the collected information, a faint outline emerged in his mind...

Thud—

Lost in thought, Chen Mo ended up tearing his hand on the stocking.

"Sorry, I..."

Before he could finish, he fell speechless.

The Empress was sitting on the bed, her exquisite leg resting on his knee, her already short skirt slightly raised, following the straight long leg upwards...

?

Since when did the Empress and Director Xu share similar tastes?

Yu Youhan noticed his gaze, and her heart trembled.

Yet she didn’t kick him away like usual, instead placing her other leg over as well, turning her ornate head away, ears flushed, "If you’re going to press, press properly, why tear my stockings?"

With difficulty, Chen Mo swallowed, "I slipped..."

"Then tear them off entirely, they look odd."

"Hmm... hmm?!"