"Fairy Jiang, you have helped me so much. How could I harbor any improper intentions toward you? Please do not make such jokes."
Xiao Mo smiled helplessly.
"It is just that it is late, and palace maids are constantly coming and going outside my bedchamber. I fear this might affect your reputation."
"If I, a woman, am not worried, what are you worried about, Your Majesty?" Jiang Qingyi rolled her eyes at Xiao Mo.
"Let's go!"
With that, Jiang Qingyi strode out of the Heavenly Dao Altar.
With her back to Xiao Mo, Jiang Qingyi pressed her lips together, a trace of displeasure on her face.
"He doesn't even dare entertain thoughts about me. Coward!"
She muttered softly, so quietly that only she could hear.
Half an hour later, Jiang Qingyi arrived at Xiao Mo's bedchamber.
Jiang Qingyi lifted her delicate nose and sniffed.
The bedchamber smelled of Xiao Mo, with no trace of anyone else.
It seemed no other woman had lingered here overnight.
That made sense.
The Empress Dowager's precious "granddaughter" had yet to conceive Xiao Mo's Dragon Seed. How could she possibly let Xiao Mo sneak a taste of the palace maids?
"Dragon Seed."
Thinking of those two words that had just crossed her mind, Jiang Qingyi gave a cold smile.
It really is a Dragon Seed!
"Is there something wrong with my bedchamber?" Xiao Mo watched Jiang Qingyi inspect his room, her expression as serious as though she were examining some important ancient ruin.
"Nothing. Your room is just different from what I imagined, Your Majesty. It is very plain." Jiang Qingyi casually offered an excuse.
Still, Jiang Qingyi was not wrong. Xiao Mo's room really was plain.
Most of the things in the bedchamber were Daoist texts, yin-yang diagrams, eight trigrams diagrams, and other objects