Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 142 Departure

Upon hearing these words.

Zhao Fujin’s tears instantly stopped.

"You... what did you say?"

"I said you... you misunderstood him."

From start to finish, Zhao Jiangning kept her head down, avoiding Zhao Fujin’s gaze.

Upon receiving Zhao Jiangning’s confirmation again, Zhao Fujin felt her head buzzing and said in a trembling voice, "Then big sister, why didn’t you say so earlier?"

Zhao Jiangning lowered her head even further.

But she promised, she definitely didn’t do it on purpose.

Because having Chen Mo treat her chest was an embarrassing matter to begin with.

Her heart was also in turmoil.

Especially that strange sound she made, which was heard by Chen Mo.

At that moment, an intense sense of shame overwhelmed her, wishing she could dig a three-room apartment with her toes.

And at that moment.

Zhao Fujin suddenly spoke out.

This shameful matter was known to others, and it had to be someone close to her.

Zhao Jiangning immediately panicked, quickly using a quilt to cover her head, trying to avoid everything.

The quilt’s encasement brought her a slight sense of peace.

She ignored all the sounds from the outside world.

It was only when she calmed down a little that she gradually started receiving the outside sounds.

Seeing her big sister silent again, Zhao Fujin became anxious.

She had misunderstood Chen Hong.

Even slapped him hard.

Told him to get lost.

He tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen, and said she’d never see him again.

Zhao Fujin felt her heart wrenching with pain.

Then she seemed to remember something and quickly asked Zhao Jiangning, "Big sister, why did you let him... do such a... thing?"

Zhao Jiangning felt her face burning as if an egg could be fried on it, and after hesitating for a while, she finally squeezed out the truth from between her teeth.

Upon learning that it was necessary for her treatment,

Zhao Fujin felt even more ashamed, with images of slapping Chen Mo surfacing in her mind again.

He must hate her to death now, right?

"Big sister, you... you..."

Zhao Fujin gritted her teeth in anger, but also knew she couldn’t direct this anger at Zhao Jiangning, since she hadn’t allowed Chen Mo to explain.

She said, "Big sister, you take a good rest," and then left.

"Fujin, where are you going?" Zhao Jiangning hurried to ask.

But all she saw was Zhao Fujin’s back, with no answer.

As an Empress, Zhao Jiangning was not allowed to leave the palace without permission.

So when she tried to leave, she was naturally stopped.

Zhao Fujin pleaded, but the soldiers refused to let her out.

Seeing so much time being wasted.

Zhao Fujin bit her lip, forcefully gathered her True Qi, and charged out of the palace gates.

But upon reaching the Infantry Department.

She found only empty tents.

Beauty weeping alone.

...

Meanwhile.

On the official road leading from Bianliang to Nanyang.

Thirty thousand infantry were lined up in a long line, marching in orderly fashion.

In the height of summer, and at noon, the sun-baked earth was hard on their feet.

Even the horses seemed irritable.

Among the infantry, there were only a few horses, which not just anyone could ride.

Only the generals in the army, and their personal soldiers, had such privileges.

Because horses were still scarce in Bianliang.

It was not possible for everyone in the army to have one.

If it weren’t for Xiao Yunxi giving Chen Mo a Snow Dragon Steed from the Xiao Family, even Chen Mo might have had to walk to Nanyang.

Since they were accelerating the march.

The soldiers were running.

Xu Dabao looked enviously at the Snow Dragon Steed that Chen Mo was riding, and said to Gao Zheng beside him as he ran:

"I think the Captain is the Xiao Family’s Prince Consort. Not only does he have the power to let us take the field in the Eastern Capital, but he can also get his hands on such a top-tier horse like the Snow Dragon Steed."

Gazing at the Snow Dragon Steed’s graceful legs.

Xu Dabao suddenly felt as if he was riding it himself.

The Snow Dragon Steed was a tribute from the Western Regions, and had no breedable horse.

Moreover, it was very picky and would not mate with other horse breeds.

If forced, the Snow Dragon Steed would seize an unguarded moment to fiercely ram into a wall, defending its dignity with its life.

In addition, the speed of the Snow Dragon Steed was even faster than that of a thousand-mile horse.

Therefore, the Snow Dragon Steed was exceedingly precious.

And not available on the market.

But Gao Zheng was not focused on this, he was staring at Chen Mo’s face, and said softly: "Look, there’s a slap mark on the Captain’s face, who do you think did it?"

"From the mark, it seems to be a woman’s hand, could it be the Captain’s wife?" Liu Dan chimed in.

"I think so, ordinary women wouldn’t dare slap a man in the face, especially a man, how humiliating, but the Captain is different, he is the Xiao Family’s Prince Consort, with the status of Xiao Family’s noble daughter, she would dare."

Xu Dabao had completely regarded Chen Mo as the Xiao Family’s Prince Consort by now.

...

Meanwhile.

Nanyang County, Echeng, the rebel army’s main tent.

With the Yellow Turban Army raising their banner in Nanyang, shouting the slogan "The azure heavens are dead, the Yellow Heaven shall stand," and proclaiming that anyone who joins the Yellow Turban Army will be well-fed daily and have women to enjoy.

The Yellow Turban Army in Nanyang County now numbered five hundred thousand, and was increasing by ten thousand each day.

Because the Yellow Turban Army delivered on their promises.

Every city the Yellow Turban Army captured was bloodily purged of the local gentry, nobles, and wealthy merchants, and their wealth was seized. The women of these gentry and nobles were made into concubines for the army to relieve their animal desires.

When women were insufficient, they would take ordinary women to fill the numbers.

They even occupied local brothels and had their ways with the courtesans for free.

Thus, wherever the Yellow Turban Army passed, it was like a plague of locusts.

Later, if you didn’t join the Yellow Turban Army, you and your family would be in danger.

The morale of a newly formed force is most important, and as they continued their conquests, this was when their morale was highest.

"The so-called official army is no big deal, when our army arrives, they just surrender without a fight, not resisting at all."

"That’s right, with such combat power, we can definitely push all the way to the Capital, overthrow the Emperor, and I want to taste what the Emperor’s consorts are like."

"Haha..."

Laughter filled the tent.

In their minds now, the Great Song army was like paper tigers to them.

"This is all thanks to the protection of the Heavenly Duke General..."

Just at that moment, a burly man clad in armor, who sat on the right below the main general, stood up and said.

"Right, right." Across from the burly man, a middle-aged man also stood up, raised the wine bowl in front of him, and said, "Let’s all toast to the Heavenly Duke General."

"Come, come."

"..."

Zhang Ping, the main general, also raised his bowl, finishing it in one go.

As the atmosphere in the tent grew more intense.

A thin man dressed in a tattered, bloodstained armor entered, giving a clumsy salute, and said: "Greetings, General Zhang."

"Rise. Have you gathered any intelligence on Luo Zhen?"