Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 339 - 337 Martial Arts Examination begins

"Is...is what they said true?" Zhao Jiangning spoke weakly.

"Which aspect are you referring to?" Chen Mo asked.

"About Father being held under house arrest..." Zhao Jiangning paused, then with a slight blush, said, "And about you and Empress Dowager Xiao?"

"What do you think, is it true?" Chen Mo smiled.

Zhao Jiangning hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

Chen Mo did not explain, he walked over and took the exquisite dragon-shaped jade pendant from Zhao Jiangning's hand. It felt warm and lustrous to the touch. Immediately, he asked, "Is this jade pendant really your father's?"

Zhao Jiangning nodded.

Chen Mo furrowed his brow.

The Taihe Palace where Zhao Ji resided had been sealed off by Xiao Yunqi's men, with even a First Grade Martial Artist and several Second-Grade Martial Artists guarding it, making it impenetrable. With Wei Xian having been deposed and Zhao Ji's cultivation sealed, how was this jade pendant delivered out?

He thought of the edict covered in blood that came out postnatally in the simulation.

It seems Xiao Yunqi's subordinates are not entirely united, or perhaps someone has been bribed...

"Jiangning, can I trust you?"

Chen Mo pulled Zhao Jiangning into his arms, his big hand kneading her shapely bottom.

Zhao Jiangning's cheeks immediately flushed, and she unconsciously let out a strange sound. After giving herself to Chen Mo, her dependence on him deepened, and she snuggled into Chen Mo's embrace, whispering, "I've given you everything. Without you, I couldn't survive."

These words were not only heartfelt but also answered Chen Mo's question, showing trust.

"Vixen." Chen Mo lifted her up and headed inside the room.

Zhao Jiangning was startled, "I...I can't anymore."

Chen Mo was taken aback, then teased, "Didn't you ask me to stay with you today?"

Her face turned crimson, biting down on her lower lip, whispering something into Chen Mo's ear.

Upon hearing it, Chen Mo's eyes widened, "You...you can do this too?"

"When I married Gao Fen, a palace maid gave me a small booklet, on it...it taught..."

Chen Mo was stunned. In his view, such royal marriages should be reserved and traditional in bed. How could they teach this?

Seeing Chen Mo stunned, Zhao Jiangning thought he misunderstood and hurriedly said, "I never gave him..."

The following words were so faint they were almost inaudible, but Chen Mo, being of the First Grade, heard them clearly, and immediately felt a surge of heat.

After bringing Zhao Jiangning into the room, he closed the door.

...

...

Satisfied, Chen Mo tightly held Zhao Jiangning in his arms, almost biting her earlobe as he said, "Jiangning, I need you to do me a favor?"

Zhao Jiangning listened intently.

"I need you to agree to them, and then..." Chen Mo shared his idea with Zhao Jiangning.

"I...I can't go through with it."

Zhao Jiangning initially thought Chen Mo wanted her to agree, to catch them all in one fell swoop, but to her surprise, Chen Mo actually wanted to die and had asked her to stab him at the time.

"It's not about truly killing me, but rather killing the fake me." He explained the situation between Chen Hong and Chen Mo.

Originally, Chen Mo planned to fake his death after two days, then escape from the situation undetected.

Now that they wanted to kill him, he decided to fulfill their wishes, and at the same time, make his death appear more convincing by using their hands.

Upon hearing that Chen Hong and Chen Mo were actually the same person, Zhao Jiangning was slightly surprised but not overly so, considering there were rumors like this outside. She then asked, "What if they find out you're impersonating?"

"Don't worry, I'll genuinely come in at that point and let them confirm it, but in the meantime..." Chen Mo elaborated further on his idea.

...

Elsewhere.

After five men came out of Zhao Jiangning's residence, they wandered the streets for a few laps, ensuring no one was following them, then turned into a deep alley.

Once inside the alley, the five men each scaled the wall, climbed onto the rooftop, and separated one by one.

The lead man, after separating, took several loops, spending almost half an hour, changing clothes several times during the loops, and finally donned a black robe, entering a gambling den.

The gambling den was bustling with people of mixed appearances and the sound of vulgarities filled the air.

The man in the black robe removed the hat from his head, squeezed himself onto a crowded gambling table, and took out a piece of silver from his pocket, "Bet on small."

"How did it go?" Someone beside asked.

"She's still considering, but she didn't flat out refuse, so it's likely to succeed."

"Did she exhibit any unusual behavior?"

"No."

"That's good. Keep a close watch on her over the next couple of days. If she does anything out of the ordinary, report back to me immediately."

"Alright..."

After the conversation, a middle-aged man with a wealthy appearance cursed loudly, "Tch, unlucky, lost everything again, not playing anymore, leaving."

The nearby gamblers jeered.

...

Chaos, Day Sixty-Five.

Before dawn broke, Chen Mo stealthily slipped out of Zhao Jiangning's residence.

As the first ray of sunlight hit Bianliang City, drums were already sounding loudly at the martial arts training ground in the eastern part of the city.

The training ground was not far from the Capital Camp, and it was a vast square, the venue for the martial contest was held there.

The surrounding area was already cordoned off by the Imperial Guard, allowing only the participants and civil and military officials inside, while no other idle people were permitted.

Even so, the area was still bustling with carriages and horses, and from the windows of nearby tall buildings, many officials', wealthy families' wives, and daughters were watching the event with interest.

"Make way, make way."

"Yes, you, are you blind?"

"Do you believe I'll hit you? Move aside!"

Suddenly, a group of soldiers came from afar, clearing a path in the middle. Gao Zheng held a long whip, glaring fiercely at the onlookers, as if ready to strike them with the whip if they disobeyed.

In the midst of this group of soldiers, two men on white horses stood out prominently.

One wore a snow-white robe, with a roguish demeanor.

The other was dressed in a blue robe, appearing slightly youthful.

What was surprising was that the two looked almost identical, with handsome features that stirred the hearts of the nearby wealthy wives and daughters.

"Who are they? Such a grand entrance?"

"Don't you know Deputy Commander of the Infantry Division Chen Hong? The one next to him is his brother Chen Mo, they're twins."

"Oh."

Listening to the chatter around, "Chen Hong" maintained a calm expression, sensing someone trying to perceive him, and his True Qi surged out, isolating them.

From a window in a nearby tall building, a young man dressed as a knight frowned, "Such strong energy, the one in white must be Chen Hong?"

"That's right, he's Chen Hong, and next to him is his brother."

"Did Chen Hong participate in the martial contest?"

"He didn't, his brother registered."

"That's a pity."