Knock, knock, knock—
The door was knocked, and Ling Ningzhi's voice came from outside: "Mr. Chen, I have something I want to say to you. Is it convenient to come in now?"
"…"
Chen Mo and Yu Youhan stared at each other wide-eyed.
Yu Youhan clenched her palm, indicating with her eyes that he should quickly send the Daoist nun away.
Chen Mo snapped out of it, and said aloud: "It's not convenient, I am currently cultivating. If you have something, let's talk later."
"Alright then."
Ling Ningzhi acknowledged, turned around, and left.
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
That was close…
Yu Youhan wriggled a bit and whispered: "Quickly untie me, it's so uncomfortable…"
"As you command."
Chen Mo lowered his head to look, his eyes momentarily losing focus.
All he saw was the Empress lying on the bed, her white dress spread out like a canvas.
Her dark cloud-like hair, apricot-shaped face, and peach-like cheeks, her flawless countenance was like a person in a painting.