But in the next moment,
Chen Mo's heart tightened once more.
"What's wrong with your back?"
Die had been distracted earlier by the chest wrap, but now that she was clear-headed, she recalled seeing something odd—Chen Mo's back had been covered in vivid red marks.
Chen Mo's expression stiffened as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
"It's nothing. You must've seen wrong."
At the same time, he activated his Human Emperor Bloodline and circulated the Undying Profound Art.
Both were methods to accelerate the healing of injuries.
But when Die looked at his back again, she saw long, reddish marks stretching across it.
After all, such wounds couldn't disappear instantly.
"What is this?" Die asked, puzzled.
She hadn't yet connected the dots.
"My back was itchy, so I scratched it. That's all," Chen Mo replied.
Die sat by the edge of the bed. Once Chen Mo turned, she gently ran her small hand over the red marks.
Seeing her , Chen Mo felt a sudden wave of guilt.
Trying to prepare her for the worst, he tentatively asked,
"Baby... if I were to love someone else while still loving you, what would you do?"
Die's hand froze mid-motion.
Sensing this, Chen Mo's heart started to pound anxiously.
"Y-You... you've fallen for someone else?" Die's voice trembled.
"No! I only love you. It was just a hypothetical."
"Don't lie. You definitely meant something by that. Otherwise, you wouldn't ask," Die replied, still sharp.
After all, someone already in a relationship wouldn't randomly bring up such a question.
Unless—something had already happened.
Sweat trickled down Chen Mo's back.
This precious girl of his was no fool; she wasn't easy to deceive.
So, he scooped her up and laid her down on the bed, pressing her beneath him.
After a deep, lingering kiss, he whispered,
"Baby, I was just joking. You're the one I love most. How could I possibly fall for someone else?"
Die, already dazed by the kiss, murmured,
"Then I guess I'd be really hurt... and quietly leave you."
Why is my path to building a harem so difficult... Chen Mo sighed inwardly.
"But what if... I wanted to have both you and her?" he asked cautiously.
"You definitely have someone else in your heart! Who is she?" Die pressed.
Seriously? She saw right through that too?
After more sweet talk and coaxing, Die finally muttered,
"Is it because I don't have... legs?"
Her expression turned gloomy.
Someone wouldn't ask that kind of question for no reason. And now he'd asked it twice.
There was no doubt in her heart—Chen Mo had fallen for someone else.
Yue Nu, Hua She'er, or... Yue Mei?
After all, Chen Mo had been staying in the royal capital lately and hadn't gone anywhere.
Only those three were possibilities.
Definitely impossible.
She hated him—wanted to kill him even. There was no way she'd fall for him.
"Baby, I swear, no. I'd never dislike you for not having legs. You're imagining things. Alright, let's drop it."
He pulled her close and tried to soothe her mood.
But what he didn't know was... those words had planted a seed of doubt in Die's heart.
"So... did she help you relieve your frustration, and that's why you fell for her?"
"...Uh, baby, I said I was just making a random hypothetical!"
Chen Mo felt like he'd just shot himself in the foot.
"No way! There's no such thing! With you by my side, how could I fall for anyone else?"
Looking at Chen Mo's constant reassurances, Die's heart ached. After a moment's hesitation, she bit her lip and said,
"As long as you love me a little more than her... I'll allow you to have both of us."
"See? You do have someone else!" Die looked like she was about to cry, her cheeks puffed up in frustration. But since she was the one who said it, she added,
"Okay. But you have to tell me who it is. Yue Nu, Hua She'er... or Yue Mei?"
"Is it Yue Mei?" Die asked after a brief pause.
Yue Mei was always dressed seductively, with an absolutely stunning face and, most enviably of all—her figure.
If it was her, Die would definitely be jealous.
But seeing that she hadn't suspected the Queen, Chen Mo let out a breath of relief.
To end this quickly, he nodded vaguely.
"I knew it! I'm going to confront her right now!" Die said.
"Relax, I just want to teach her a lesson. I won't hurt her," Die assured him.
Chen Mo gave a wry smile, saying nothing.
But inwardly, he was screaming: "What kind of mess is this?!"
Still, at least the worst seemed over.
Chen Mo sighed in relief.
"...Huh? Why does your blanket smell like Her Majesty?"
Being beneath him, and wrapped in the same bedding, Die could clearly detect that familiar scent.
"Well... last time when Her Majesty and I went to the imperial capital, I accidentally bought the same perfume as her. Here, smell for yourself."
Chen Mo quickly took out a jade vial from his storage ring and let Die sniff it.
That perfume had originally been a gift for the Queen.
Otherwise, how could someone's natural scent be so strong?
Though to be fair, the Queen did have a faint, natural fragrance.
"Oh, I see." Die nodded, then said,
"But if she finds out you're using the same perfume, she'll definitely come after you. I'll hold onto this for you."
Without waiting for his reply, she tucked the vial into her own storage ring.
Chen Mo rolled off her and lay on his back.
"By the way, baby, you came over so early—was there something you wanted?"
Reminded of her original purpose, Die quickly got up, took out a white robe from her storage ring, and handed it to him.
"I sewed this myself. Try it on! See if it looks good?"
Chen Mo stared at the robe, noticing the intricate needlework. He was momentarily stunned, then set it aside and pulled Die into his arms.
"Baby, why are you so good to me?"
"You're my... partner. If I'm not good to you, who else would I be good to?"
Die pouted shyly, her face flushed.
"I love you to death. C'mon, give me a kiss."
Die raised a hand to block him.
"Bad boy. Try it on first. Then... then you can kiss me."
Her cheeks were crimson, like ripe fruit ready to burst with juice.
Smiling, Chen Mo dressed in front of her.
Die covered her eyes with one hand, muttering,
"You're not even embarrassed..."
That said, she peeked through a tiny gap in her fingers.
Once Chen Mo had changed, Die lowered her hand—and was instantly dazzled.
White robes like fresh snow.
A gentleman peerless under heaven. A noble as refined as jade.
Those words fit Chen Mo perfectly.
As he was complimenting Die's craftsmanship, a soft cough sounded.
Queen Medusa pushed open the door and walked in.
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