"Idle time is still idle time, so massage my feet for me."
"Yes."
Chen Mo skillfully picked up the Exquisite Feet and gently started massaging them.
The Empress, seeing this scene, couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. She decisively kicked off her palace shoes, removed her silk stockings, and pushed her delicately carved foot into his lap.
"I want a massage too!"
"As you command."
Chen Mo freed a hand and lifted the Empress's ankle.
The Empress's body couldn't help but tremble. Not being used to foot massages, she inevitably felt a bit sore and ticklish.
But seeing Yu Youhan's calm demeanor, she still gritted her teeth and resisted showing any discomfort.
This was Chen Mo's first time comparing the foot shapes of the two ladies —
The Imperial Consort's ankles were slender like newly sprouted willows after the rain, her arch was elegantly distinct, her toes were pure and translucent, as clean as if untouched by the smoke of the world.
