With Chen Mo’s current level, escaping was impossible.
Unless the Dao Power was completely exhausted, the ropes wouldn’t simply fall off... but how long would that take?
If they were found tied up together by morning, what a scandal it would be, losing face and honor!
"I don’t care, you must find a way! Or I’ll drag you to the Castration Room and see how you’ll charm the ladies then!"
Chen Mo looked helpless.
Be it the Imperial Consort or the Empress, they always used this threat against him.
It really hit the nail on the head...
Now, tied up, the only parts of his body he could move freely were his neck and mouth.
"Seems it’s time to test my oral skills..."
Chen Mo began to squirm.
At this moment, they were stacked face-to-face, and Yu Youhan’s chest was pressed into pancakes against him, sending tingling and itchy sensations through her with his constant wriggles.
"What are you rubbing against!"
Chen Mo didn’t respond. Using his feet and the back of his head as leverage, he raised his hips, flipping Consort Yu up.
Consort Yu felt dizzy from the impact.
She probably understood Chen Mo’s intention, so she bit her lip and stayed silent.
After several attempts, Chen Mo finally managed to roll the Empress off his body.
After a whole day and night of this, and with his True Yuan suppressed, he felt his back going a bit soft.
A dull moan came from beside him. Turning to look, he found Yu Youhan had rolled off to the side, her face buried in a pillow.
With her cultivation lost, she might actually suffocate.
The idea of the final boss being defeated by a pillow due to poor sleeping posture... what a ridiculous story.
Chen Mo wriggled over like a caterpillar, pressing against Yu Youhan’s shoulder, and with great effort, managed to turn her body to the side.
Yu Youhan’s breathing was rapid, her cheeks flushed from the suffocation.
"Empress, are you alright?" Chen Mo asked with concern.
"I’m fine, hurry up..." Yu Youhan urged.
Chen Mo didn’t dare delay, moving to her side.
With her hands tied behind her back and the knot just in that spot, he didn’t hesitate, biting directly into it.
The texture was soft and elastic...
The taste seemed off?
The Empress let out a muffled sound, both embarrassed and annoyed, "Where are you biting!"
"Ahem." Noticing the wet teeth marks on the skirt, Chen Mo said awkwardly, "Sorry, wrong spot..."
Being tied up limited his range of movement, so targeting accurately wasn’t easy.
He repositioned, resting his cheek on her rounded hip, soft like a cloud, using his teeth to grip the knot, and began to pull with force.
Yu Youhan’s cheeks grew increasingly hot.
With each pull, a deeper flutter stirred within her.
Having been tormented for several hours, she had become especially sensitive, feeling Chen Mo’s warm, slightly heavy breath through the clothing, leaving her close to breaking point in moments.
As Chen Mo gave another pull, he suddenly felt the moon tremble, waves rippling around his cheek.
Soon after, an intense floral fragrance filled the air.
At such a close distance, he helplessly watched the skirt’s color deepening...
As the tremble subsided, Yu Youhan’s tense body gradually relaxed. Chen Mo tentatively asked, "Empress, should I continue?"
The blush spread from her Sheep Fat Jade-like face, eyes shimmering with moist light. In a shy tone, Yu Youhan whispered, "Close your eyes, don’t look..."
Chen Mo’s eyes widened, nodding, "I didn’t see anything."
"Be gentle, start when I say start, stop when I say so."
With their lack of coordination, Consort Yu ended up paying a watery price.
After at least an hour of struggle, Chen Mo’s jaw ached terribly, feeling as if his face was almost square, he finally undid the red cord.
The moment the red cord fell, it dissipated into dust, restoring all of Yu Youhan’s cultivation. However, she felt extraordinarily exhausted, mentally drained, her body limp as mud, even a finger was reluctant to move.
"Who says there’s no land too plowed? I’m about to break down..."
A wave of drowsiness washed over, her eyes slowly closing.
Chen Mo called out for a while, but got no response.
He wriggled over with difficulty, only to find Yu Youhan’s eyes closed, breathing evenly, seemingly... asleep?
"No, Empress, free me before you sleep!"
Chen Mo nudged Yu Youhan with his head.
Her body swayed, but showed no sign of waking.
Seeing the fatigue between her brows, Chen Mo sighed helplessly and silently lay beside her.
Oh well, let’s discuss it in the morning...
Dragon and phoenix embroidered curtains hung low, a graceful silhouette shimmering on the glazed screen.
The Empress was dressing with the help of Sun Senior Palace Lady.
The bright yellow palace gown slid smoothly off her rounded shoulders, the red underwear embroidered with golden peonies trembling slightly, her voluptuous figure curvy and lush, akin to a ripe peach with a dewy luster.
Such a bright color was hard for most to pull off, yet on her, it appeared natural, only enhancing her mature elegance and beauty.
"How goes the matter in Nantu State?" the Empress asked.
"Fang Jing, Junior Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and Yu Dong, Right Assistant Imperial Censor of the Imperial Examination Hall, recently arrived in Nantu State to thoroughly investigate the Gu God Sect case."