Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 351 - 349 Chen Hong’s death

Ever since the day of the coup, Zhao Ji had been placed under house arrest by Xiao Yunqi, along with his consorts, all locked away in Taihe Palace.

Even Zhao Fujin couldn’t see him.

Let alone Zhao Jiangning.

However, Zhao Jiangning didn’t believe it in her heart.

Because she had been frail and sickly since childhood, Zhao Jiangning didn’t believe her father would entrust her with such an important task.

Moreover, her father didn’t know about her connection with Chen Mo...

So, she speculated that someone was acting in her father’s name.

However, the dragon-shaped jade pendant made her hesitate.

After all, this jade pendant was something her father carried with him at all times.

Seeing that Zhao Jiangning had no leads, Chen Mo had no choice but to start from other angles.

The lifestyle of the people of the Great Song Dynasty was somewhat similar to that of Chen Mo’s previous life in the Han Dynasty, generally lacking chairs and stools.

During meals, they placed a long table and knelt to eat.

Upon inquiring and learning that the signal was smashing a cup, Chen Mo held Zhao Jiangning in his arms, lazily sitting on the ground and said softly, "No rush, let’s get cozy first."

During the competition in the morning, Chen Mo had kept urging the Red Dragon Demon Arm, causing his Heart Fire to flare up.

If he were alone, it wouldn’t have much effect.

But now, with a beauty in his arms and in such a tense atmosphere, it immediately roused Chen Mo’s mischievous thoughts.

Moreover, since the other party originally intended Zhao Jiangning to seduce him to achieve their goal, acting this way made it seem more genuine.

Chen Mo nibbled on Zhao Jiangning’s neck, his hands lingering on her hips, saying, "Jiangning, why do I feel you’re particularly enticing tonight, making me want to devour you right now..."

"They sprayed some perfume on me... designed to stir a man’s lust..." Despite only having her neck kissed by Chen Mo, Zhao Jiangning was already speaking with difficulty.

No wonder Chen Mo found the scent on Zhao Jiangning strange yet particularly intoxicating, but what attracted Chen Mo most wasn’t the scent, but Zhao Jiangning’s allure itself.

Compared to "little girls" like Yi Yao, Chun Lan, and Luo Zhen, Chen Mo preferred voluptuous women like Xiao Yunxi, Xu Miaozhen, and Zhao Jiangning.

Alas, this admiration for the Wei Martial style is something to be eschewed.

Chen Mo turned Zhao Jiangning around, pressed gently, and said with a wink, "Come on, give me..."

...

On the other side, someone was looking out from a tall building towards the Hong Fu Restaurant.

But the position of the private room Chen Mo chose had no window and was well soundproofed.

They, unlike Chen Mo, didn’t have the Ancient Heavy Pupils, so naturally, they couldn’t know what was happening inside.

And those like Yang Cheng who came with Zhao Jiangning were also constantly monitoring the happenings inside, their peripheral vision scanning the surroundings, observing the exit.

After about another incense stick’s worth of time.

Noise came again from inside.

It was Zhao Jiangning’s voice, saying things like no, don’t, don’t come over.

The voice was soft and hard to hear if not listened to closely.

There was also Chen Mo’s playful laughter.

Yang Cheng’s expression changed, quietly moving closer to the private room.

Soon, it seemed like something was knocked over inside, and there were mumbles of indistinct words.

"Come... come... someone..."

"Crash..."

The sound of a teacup shattering on the ground rang out.

Yang Cheng and his five companions, along with Gao Zheng and others, simultaneously sprang into action.

"You stop them, I’ll go and check inside."

Yang Cheng tried to open the private room door, only to find it was locked.

He forced his way in.

Meanwhile, Gao Zheng ordered his men to charge in, while he ran downstairs, shouting as he went, "Quick, come, quick, come..."

The moment Yang Cheng burst into the room, he saw a man in white robes lying in a pool of blood, a dagger in his chest, it was Chen Hong.

And Zhao Jiangning sat on the ground in panic, her garments slightly disheveled, her hands covered in blood, hair messy, stammering, "Killed him, I... I killed him, I killed him..."

Seeing the situation, Yang Cheng was pleased, knowing their plan had succeeded.

But to be sure, he went forward to deliver a coup de grace, forcefully striking Chen Hong’s heart with a palm before checking Chen Hong’s features.

Though the appearance was Chen Hong’s, many could perform disguises in this world, it was better to confirm without doubt.

However, they hadn’t come into contact with Chen Hong closely.

They didn’t know his specific features.

Seeing the height and build matched, Yang Cheng reached for his face to see if it was a disguise.

After feeling it for a while and seeing no change, just as Yang Cheng was about to confirm further, loud footsteps sounded outside the private room; the Imperial Guard downstairs had swarmed up.

Gao Zheng, leading the group, saw Chen Hong lying in the blood and was instantly overwhelmed with grief, shouting, "They’ve killed my lord, kill them for me."

As he spoke, the Imperial Guard flooded into the private room, Gao Zheng instead retreated, letting his men shield him, saying, "Second Young Master will be here soon, kill them and avenge my lord."

Hearing the mention of the Second Young Master, a few strong men panicked, knowing the Second Young Master in Gao Zheng’s words was Chen Mo, immediately said, "Boss, this is bad, we must leave, we can’t let them catch us."

Yang Cheng’s face grew grim too. In such a situation, he had no time to verify Chen Hong’s authenticity.

But there were no windows in this private room, not even a place to hide.

This dead man should be Chen Hong.

After giving Chen Hong a few more looks, Yang Cheng didn’t hesitate, "Quick, break out."

Before breaking out, still uncertain, Yang Cheng snatched a spear from a soldier’s hands and severed Chen Hong’s head, carrying it in his hand.

This way, he’d have ample time to confirm Chen Hong’s identity and could use it as a token for merit.

Seeing the blood gushing from the corpse, Yang Cheng didn’t hesitate anymore, charging outside.

As for Zhao Jiangning, they ignored her.

The mission was complete; her life or death no longer concerned them.

Moreover, they believed those soldiers dared not harm Zhao Jiangning.

With their skills, they soon broke out from the private room and the encirclement of the Imperial Guard.

Yang Cheng intended to seize the chance to take Gao Zheng’s life too.

But this guy was crafty, constantly retreating and hiding into the crowd; though it would take some time, they were on the run after all, they couldn’t afford to linger, and after breaking out, they split into five groups scattering away.

As Yang Cheng was about to escape.

"Bold thief, surrender your life." A loud shout exploded behind Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng turned to see a man who looked identical to Chen Hong.

The difference was, this man wore a green robe and appeared more masculine.

"Chen Mo?!" Yang Cheng’s expression changed.

And Chen Mo, staring at the head in Yang Cheng’s hand, his eyes turned red.

"I’ll tear you to pieces!"