Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Chapter 791 - 797-798: Yu Zhu’s Peeping and Stalking

The night air was slightly cool.In a secluded courtyard room in the Capital City, the lights were brightly lit. The doors and windows of the room were tightly shut, but one window had a hole poked into the paper by a finger, and a clear eye was peering through this small hole, looking inside.

Since it was a rented courtyard, the room wasn’t very spacious. Unlike a large family mansion with screens, desks, dressing tables, and so on, there was no division between inner and outer rooms. Inside, there was just a bed, a simple wardrobe, a table, and a few basic stools.

The bed wasn’t curtained, so Yu Zhu could see the situation inside clearly.

In an instant, Yu Zhu’s face, with its bronze-like skin tone, flushed red, and she took two flustered steps back.

She saw what was on the bed in the room.

Miss was lying on her side, not a stitch on, her skin dazzlingly white. Young Master Mo was kneeling, cradling one of her jade legs, raising it high and placing it on his shoulder.

Because neither of them was clothed, Yu Zhu could see everything they were doing.

Having never experienced such a thing, she felt like she had been struck by lightning, her body inexplicably going limp.

Especially when recalling the earlier scene of Young Master Mo unsheathing and sheathing his sword cyclically, Yu Zhu felt it was rather "shocking."

Of course, though she hadn’t tasted pork, she’d seen pigs run, so she knew what Miss and Young Master Mo were doing.

How could she dare to barge in? She was just worried whether Miss might die...

Logically, she should have stayed far away, but her legs suddenly disobeyed, moving her body forward again to sneak another peek.

Inside the room, given Chen Mo’s abilities, he naturally sensed Yu Zhu, but since it wasn’t a dangerous situation, during such a critical moment, he didn’t want to be distracted, so he pretended not to notice.

No one knew how much time passed. The candle inside was nearly burned out, wax trickling down onto the table, then solidifying.

The room faintly carried a hint of pittosporum scent, with interlaced sounds of heavy breathing.

Lin Xuelan was lying weakly on her side on the pillow, holding Chen Mo tightly, as if afraid of him leaving, or maybe she was deeply cherishing this moment of tenderness with him.

Her flushed cheeks still had traces of tears; her eyes were slightly red, with an expression that invoked pity. Her arm wrapped around Chen Mo, and her right hand gripped a white handkerchief "embroidered" with red plum blossoms between her fingers.

Though her body felt as disjointed as a busted windmill, her eyes brimmed with sweetness and a relief of having repaid a debt of gratitude, softly saying, "Young Master Mo, to give my body to you, Xuelan feels happy."

Chen Mo stroked Lin Xuelan’s cheek and bent down to kiss her forehead, saying, "Xuelan, are you hiding something from me? Tonight seemed a bit sudden, making me feel..."

Before Chen Mo finished speaking, Lin Xuelan proactively raised her head and kissed his lips.

After a passionate kiss, Lin Xuelan smiled and said, "It’s nothing."

Even if Lin Xuelan didn’t say it, Chen Mo could guess it had to do with her father. Initially, he didn’t want to get involved, as the matter with Nalan Yiren was still unresolved, but he couldn’t resist "the allure of beauty" after taking her body.

She might have given herself willingly, but should he just accept anyone who offers?

Chen Mo caressed her hair, saying, "Xuelan, you want to save your father, don’t worry, at the right time I will..."

Lin Xuelan raised her hand to cover Chen Mo’s mouth, interrupting him again: "No, Young Master Mo, don’t overthink. My father’s matter is already set. I...won’t do anything foolish."

She didn’t want her father’s issue to implicate "Ink Language." She knew how powerful "Ink Language" was, but freeing someone from legal punishment was too dangerous. She came tonight to simply give him her body, to leave no regrets.

She didn’t want this act mixed with any ulterior motives.

Her actions inadvertently confirmed Chen Mo’s suspicions. Since she intended to hide it, he said no more, not wanting to worry her but resolved to pay a visit to the Third Prince tomorrow.

"Hmm, sleep now, it’s late." Chen Mo gently said.

"No need, I should go. If not, it wouldn’t be good if Miss Lan returned and saw us." Upon hearing this, Lin Xuelan hurriedly released Chen Mo, propping up her upper body, trying to get up and leave.

Nicely put, she was here to confess her love, plainly put, she had come to seduce someone else’s man.

"Don’t overthink, Miss Lan and I are just friends. Lie down." Chen Mo pulled Lin Xuelan back down.

"Ah..." Lin Xuelan was stunned: "Isn’t Miss Lan your wife or concubine?"

"Who said she was my wife or concubine?"

Lin Xuelan: "..."

Upon thinking, indeed, no one had said that. She had assumed it herself, but she was inexplicably happy, lying back down peacefully, nestling into Chen Mo’s arms, softly asking, "Didn’t you say before that you had many concubines?"

"True, but Miss Lan is not among them." Having been open with each other, Chen Mo didn’t want to lie to Lin Xuelan.

"Ah... oh..."

Lin Xuelan’s mood was like a roller coaster, feeling a bit disappointed again, but considering that she had come tonight to give herself to Young Master Mo, expecting nothing else, she didn’t feel as bad.

She held tightly to Chen Mo once more, leaning against him and closing her eyes.

Sleep.

"Ah..."

Just then, there was a sound from outside the room.

"Who?" Lin Xuelan was somewhat flustered, afraid that Miss Lan had returned, despite Young Master Mo saying she was just a friend, she still felt a bit guilty.

There was no response from outside the room, and the silence quickly returned.

"What’s going on?" Lin Xuelan asked.