“Mei Fei, what do you think? Why aren’t you speaking? Do you disdain my words?” the Empress Dowager said with mild anger. This meeting was specifically targeting Mei Siyu. In recent days, her monopoly of the Emperor’s favor had prevented other concubines from serving him, and he still had no heir – all because of her!
“Yu’er understands,” Mei Siyu responded helplessly. Again, it was about monopolizing favor. She had no desire to compete, so why did others keep targeting her? Hearing the Empress Dowager’s words pained her. What hope was there for monogamy? Did the Emperor’s women have such a right? It seemed they did not. She would never be able to stay in the palace. They all harbored deep hatred towards her, and even Qing’er couldn’t help her. With just the Empress Dowager, she felt helpless. Unintentionally, she had made countless enemies. How could she stay here?
In the Bridal Chamber!!
“Bang, bang” – the sound of the door opening, then closing.
So thirsty. He picked up the wine jug and drank it all at once. Despite the bitter, spicy feeling, he was satisfied and burped, walking to the bed’s edge and falling asleep as soon as he touched it.
After waiting for a long time with no movement, Wan Yue became anxious and had to take action herself. To her surprise, the first thing she saw was him sleeping soundly!
“Husband, are you alright?” Wan Yue called softly, shaking the deeply sleeping man.
He was actually quite handsome, not inferior to when she first saw him! Curved heroic eyebrows, a tall, straight nose, fair skin with rosy cheeks, sensual thin lips slightly curved, exquisite features looking particularly enchantingly beautiful in the moonlight!
Wan Yue used all her strength to try to remove his outer garment, but before she could move, he suddenly flipped over, pressing her down and making it hard for her to breathe, her face turning as red as a cooked shrimp.
“Hey, can you, can you move away? I can barely breathe,” Wan Yue said anxiously, lightly patting his flushed cheek. Although she didn’t dislike him much, there was an image in her heart that she couldn’t shake – a person’s melancholy, depression, and deep, affectionate gaze that made Wan Yue feel heartache.
