I became the demon of the female devil

Chapter 319 Night Raid on the Imperial Palace? Gold Miner! Chen Mo's Muscle Memory!
Chen Mo asked, somewhat puzzled, "I am only a fifth-rank official, and I am not qualified to participate in the court assembly, am I?"

Before the Empress could speak, the Crown Prince put his hands on his hips and said in a childish voice, "How could you not? When the capital was in turmoil, you saved the Emperor in the face of danger and even killed the culprit, Chu Heng. You made great contributions and should go to court to receive a reward."

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"The culprit?"

Chen Mo realized something and looked up at the Empress, "Is this case no longer under investigation?"

"How can we investigate? Who dares to investigate?"

The Empress said helplessly, "Chu Heng is dead, Prince Yu is missing, and everyone involved has been silenced, leaving no one to testify... Moreover, I am worried that digging deeper will cause even greater trouble."

Chen Mo frowned slightly, sensing the unspoken meaning.

The emperor is likely behind this. Even if evidence is found, can the current emperor be convicted?
Not to mention that the demon race is also involved. If things escalate, it will surely cause public resentment to boil over. The imperial court is currently in a precarious situation and simply cannot bear such serious consequences.

"But those thousands of lives, were they just lost in vain?" Chen Mo said in a deep voice.

It wasn't that he was overflowing with a sense of justice; aside from the civilians and imperial guards who died or were injured, Chen Zhuo, the Empress, Ling Ningzhi, and other close relatives were also nearly affected, which he absolutely could not tolerate!

"I know you are unwilling, but the situation is beyond your control. The time is not ripe yet, and cutting your losses is the right choice."

"But don't worry, once the situation stabilizes, the perpetrators will be brought to justice!"

A cold glint flashed in the Empress's almond-shaped eyes.

In a single day, Kyoto was turned upside down, with corpses piled up like mountains, and countless innocent people lost their homes and families!

Regardless of the motives of the person behind this, they have already crossed her line!

The demon race, Wuwang Temple, and the deathly silent Qianji Palace...

No one can escape this; they must pay the price!
Chen Mo knew the Empress's predicament and didn't say much. He frowned and said, "By the way, I heard that there seems to be a leak of dragon energy?"

"That's right, it was done by a monk named Huineng who used the array to steal some of the dragon's energy." The Empress paused slightly and said, "However, after the Demon Suppression Division's investigation, the problem is not too serious. As long as the dragon vein is still fixed, the missing dragon energy will be replenished sooner or later."

The dragon's energy is not static, but rises and falls, waxing and waning, just like a river flowing endlessly along the earth's veins.

It's just that someone has taken a few buckets of water from this river, which is harmless and won't have any impact on the overall situation unless the course of the river is changed.

but,

This behavior itself is a provocation against imperial power!
The Eight Desolations Demon-Slaying Formation will be broken sooner or later, and that will be the time when the iron hooves of the Great Yuan Dynasty trample the Western Regions!
Wuwang Temple couldn't possibly be unaware of this principle. Since they dared to do this, they either had sufficient backing or the benefits far outweighed the risks!

"Huineng?"

Chen Mo felt that the name was somewhat familiar.

The monk I punched before the Celestial Martial Arts Trial was named something like this.

If I remember correctly, he should be Shi Yun's junior brother. His strength should be around the fifth rank, but he was able to injure Ling Yishan, who was a supreme being, and escape safely from the hands of the head of the Imperial Observatory.
Upon closer reflection, the same applies to Shi Yun.

Despite being only a fourth-rank player, the techniques he used on the arena were no less than those of a grandmaster.

These bald monks from Wuwang Temple have a strange air about them...

Since it concerns the dragon's aura, he has to take it seriously. Once this matter is settled, he may have to make a trip to the Western Regions.

"It's getting late, why don't you stay overnight at Yangxin Palace? That way you won't have to go to the palace early tomorrow morning," the Empress said.

Chen Mo did not refuse and nodded, saying, "I will follow Your Highness's arrangements... However, I have not yet reported back to my family and the government office since I returned. I have been missing for many days, and I imagine they are very worried."

"I have also considered this matter."

The Empress looked up at Consort Sun and instructed, "Send someone to inform the Tianlin Guard and the Chen family. Also, go to the Demon Suppression Division and have the eunuchs who are investigating in the Northern Region return first."

"Yes."

Lady Sun bowed her head in response and quickly walked out.

"Hmm~"

At this moment, a soft murmur arose, and Lin Jingzhu slowly woke up.

She sat up, looked around, and was still a little dazed.

"You're awake?" the Empress asked.

"Auntie?" Lin Jingzhu scratched her head, looking bewildered. "I don't know what happened either. I just fainted for no reason..."

She only remembered kissing Chen Mo and peeling a pomelo when she suddenly felt a numbness in the back of her neck and then completely lost consciousness.

"It must be that the detoxification process took too much of a toll on her body," the Empress said, her expression slightly unnatural.

"Possibly." Lin Jingzhu sensed something was off, but didn't think much of it. After all, the intensity of this treatment was higher than before, so some abnormalities were bound to occur.

The two exchanged a glance and hurriedly looked away.

Just now, one of them was babbling and the other was pinching her little head; now they were both very guilty.

The Empress steadied herself, cleared her throat, and said, "I'm going to bathe in the Xuanqing Pool. Zhu'er, would you like to come along?"

"it is good."

Lin Jingzhu was soaked through, feeling sticky and uncomfortable, and really wanted to take a shower.

Chen Mo hesitated and said, "Then this humble servant..."

The Empress said calmly, "You stay in the inner palace and wait for me to return. We haven't finished talking about this yet."

Chen Mo: "..."

Lin Jingzhu looked pitiful; she hadn't had enough of kissing him yet, but with the Empress present, she wouldn't have the chance for the time being.

After the two left, the air became quiet.

Just as Chen Mo was pondering whether to secretly follow them and conduct some underwater operations, his sleeve was suddenly tugged. Looking down, he saw the Crown Prince staring at him expectantly.

"Chen Mo, I heard you can write books. Can you tell me a story?"

"Write a book?" Chen Mo was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Who told Your Highness about this?"

“My aunt said so.” The prince tilted his head and said, “She seems to be reading something called ‘The Plum in the Silver Vase.’ It’s really popular lately. She said that if anyone dares to spread such obscene books in the palace and doesn’t get beheaded, you’re the only one who could do it…”

"..."

Chen Mo's lips twitched slightly.

Even the eldest princess knows about this; it seems my disguise is completely ruined.

However, "The Plum in the Silver Vase" was clearly not suitable to tell to the Crown Prince. Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, "Then this humble servant will tell you a story called 'Investiture of the Gods'..."

……

……

As dusk fell, the lights began to dim.

In the bedroom of Changning Pavilion, Chu Yanli woke up from a daze.

Chen Mo used the Purple Extreme Qian Yuan to help her suppress the mutation, but the excessive use of dragon energy caused her body to be severely depleted, and it was not so easy for her to recover.

Not long after Chen Mo left, she fell into a deep sleep and only now has she regained a sliver of consciousness.

"So thirsty..."

Chu Yanli felt as if there were blades churning in her throat, and she was extremely thirsty, probably due to excessive blood loss earlier.

He braced himself on the bed with both hands and struggled to sit up.

Even such a simple movement caused her to tremble with pain, as if her meridians were a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

However, she was already used to it, and with a slight frown, she remained silent.

Being able to feel pain is a good thing; it means you're still alive.

Looking around, the room was dark and silent, with all the lights off, like a cold and luxurious coffin.

"So I slept for a whole day and night?" Chu Yanli shook her head, a self-deprecating smile on her face, and muttered to herself, "Even if I died in this palace, probably no one would know, right? But if I can really die so peacefully, that would be a good thing..."

She slowly stood up, supporting herself on the bedpost, and dragged her heavy body toward the door, wanting to find some water to drink.

Just then, Chu Yanli's ears twitched slightly, and she vaguely heard the "rustling" sound of shoes rubbing against bricks.

Although her cultivation had not yet recovered, her senses remained sharp, and she could hear someone crossing the corridor and heading towards the bedroom.

His steps were steady, indicating a high level of cultivation.

Without her permission, palace servants were not allowed to enter or leave Changning Pavilion, let alone enter the inner palace...

Could it be that Wu Lie sent them?

Did he embarrass Qianji Palace by slaying him with his sword last time, and now he wants revenge?
Chu Yanli's eyes turned cold. She drew the sword hanging by the bed and stood silently behind the door.

crunch--

The moment the door was pushed open, a dazzling sword light burst forth!
Then the sword blade was firmly held by the other party with two fingers, and no matter how hard she tried, it remained as immovable as a rock!
What a powerful martial arts practitioner!
He really is an assassin!
Just as Chu Yanli was about to forcefully activate her dragon energy and risk her life, a familiar voice rang out: "Seriously? Are you out of your mind? I kindly brought you soup, why are you trying to kill me?"

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Chu Yanli was stunned for a moment.

Looking up, I saw the moonlight reflecting off the blade of the Autumn Water Sword, which fell precisely on that handsome face.

His face was as white as porcelain, his eyes as black as lacquer, his features were as three-dimensional as if carved by a knife and axe, and there was a noble and handsome air about him between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Chen Mo?" Her tense body relaxed, and she asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"

"I'm on duty at the palace tonight, so I just stopped by to take a look," Chen Mo said.

He had promised to tell the prince a story, but he hadn't taken it seriously. Unexpectedly, the little guy became more and more interested as he listened, chattering away and asking questions nonstop.

She talked for two whole hours until her throat was practically hoarse, and finally managed to lull her to sleep with the "Floating Dream" melody, and then had Lady Sun carry her back to Ningde Palace.

After the Empress and Lin Jingzhu went to the Qianqing Pool to bathe, they never returned.

Since he had nothing better to do, Chen Mo decided to take a stroll around Changning Pavilion.

After all, Chu Yanli was not in good condition when she left, and her body would not have been so severely overworked if it weren't for searching for his whereabouts.

"On the way?"

Chu Yanli looked at the soup bowl he was holding in his other hand, "Then what is this...?"

"Oh, I just grabbed it from the kitchen." Chen Mo held out his hand and handed it to her, asking, "Would Your Highness like to try some?"

"..."

Chu Yanli sheathed her longsword and reached out to take it.

Upon opening the lid, a fragrant aroma of medicine wafts out, accompanied by an abundance of pure and potent vital energy.

The pale yellow broth was still steaming, and you could see several kinds of spiritual ingredients inside, all of which were rare treasures that could nourish one's essence. They were of extremely high quality, and the proportions and cooking time were just right, which clearly showed that a lot of effort had been put into it.

The Empress is not sick, so why would she drink such a nourishing soup?

It was clearly this guy who cooked it himself and brought it to her specially, but he's still stubbornly refusing to admit it...

Chu Yanli smiled as she looked at Chen Mo with a bright smile.

Chen Mo felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and frowned, saying, "Your Highness, are you going to drink or not? If not, I'll take it away."

"You're so stingy. You've already given it to me, why would I ask for it back?" Chu Yanli gave him a playful glare, then picked up the soup bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

A warm current quickly flowed through his limbs and bones, constantly nourishing his parched meridians, and his pale cheeks regained some color.

"Delicious."

Chu Yanli's eyes were curved like crescent moons.

Chen Mo didn't say much, just nodded and said, "It's getting late, Your Highness, please rest well. I'll take my leave now."

Hearing this, Chu Yanli's smile froze slightly. "You're leaving already?"

"Otherwise what?" Chen Mo glanced at her sideways and said quietly, "Didn't Your Highness have enough trouble last time?"

"..."

Chu Yanli recalled the absurd things she had done, and a blush spread across her face as she whispered, "That was an accident. I was delirious from the fever and not quite lucid..."

Her eyes darted around, her voice was barely audible, and she seemed very unsure of herself.

If forcibly kissing Chen Mo could be explained as "revenge," then how can everything that happened in the illusion be explained?
I can still vividly recall being pinned to the ground by Chen Mo, who grabbed my buttocks hard...

Thinking of this, the places where he had hit me before started to itch again.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't Your Highness put on your clothes first?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

Despite the dim lighting inside, he could still see everything clearly with his eyesight.

Her graceful figure was like a sculpture of white jade, and her snow-white, delicate skin was flawless.

Chu Yanli was almost as tall as him, with long, straight, jade-like legs and a slender waist like a tender willow shoot, delicate yet resilient, with clearly visible lines on her flat abdomen.

Although not as plump as the Empress, she was still quite wealthy.

"what?"

Chu Yanli looked down and realized what was happening. She put her hands in front of her and hurriedly walked behind the screen.

Perhaps the sword strike aggravated his injury, for before he had taken two steps, he swayed and his forehead slammed into the sandalwood and jade-inlaid screen with a thud.

Seeing that she was about to fall, Chen Mo reacted quickly, reached out and caught her steadily.

"Um?!"

Chu Yanli shuddered, her cheeks instantly turning bright red, and she stammered, "W-where are you putting your hands?!"

The large hand was positioned precisely within the curves of her ample figure—the location was extremely accurate.

It's muscle memory.

Chen Mo was also a little embarrassed. He coughed and tried to appear calm, saying, "Ahem, it was purely an accident. But in urgent situations, we must act accordingly. Your Highness is already so weak, so let's not worry about anything else."

"Then you can't..."

Before Chu Yanli could finish speaking, she felt her body lighten and was carried directly to the bed.

Then Chen Mo went to the wardrobe, wanting to find some clothes for her to change into, but when he opened the wardrobe door, he found it empty.

"My clothes are all in the Heavenly Decree Seal, and I can't take them out now..." Chu Yanli said, biting her lip, her legs rubbing together gently. The strange feeling from before hadn't dissipated, and her heart was pounding.

"It's okay, I have it."

Chen Mo carefully examined her and felt that her height was about the same as Li Yuan's. He took out a set of clothes and a martial robe from his storage ring and asked, "Can Your Highness put these on by yourself? Or do you need my help?"

"I can do it myself," Chu Yanli said softly. "Don't go yet, let me try it on. It might not even fit..."

"Row."

Chen Mo placed the clothes on the bedside table and turned his back.

Chu Yanli reached out and removed the curtain, followed by a rustling sound.

A short while later, her slightly hesitant voice came from inside the curtained room: "Chen Mo, isn't this dress a bit inappropriate?"

"What's wrong?"

"Why are these onesie stockings open at the crotch?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)