“You can shout even louder and let the world know that the princess of Wei Ling Kingdom is stealing a man on her wedding night!” Yan Jing Yu lightly slapped her soft buttocks, hoping she would calm down.
[Text: 072 If You Love Me, Let Me Go]
Mei Si Yu finally finished her lessons and, supported by Xiao Rou, dragged her tired body back to the Yang Feng Palace.
“Miss, what did the Empress Dowager say to you? You look depressed since you came back,” Xiao Rou served a ginseng tea and asked caringly. Her mistress had rarely looked worried since entering the palace, but recently she seemed to be sighing all the time, which was truly heartbreaking.
“Xiao Rou, are you really willing to suffer with me if we leave the palace?” Mei Si Yu asked.
“Yes, I am willing. What’s wrong with you, Miss?” she countered.
“Nothing, I’m going to see the Emperor now. You don’t need to follow,” Mei Si Yu said and hurriedly left.
In the Yan Yan Palace!
“Your Majesty, Mei Fei has arrived,” Liu Gong Gong reported.
“Bring her in quickly,” Ming Leng Chen put down his brush.
“This concubine pays respects to the Emperor, wishing you longevity,” Mei Si Yu bowed.
“When did you become so polite, making me feel uncomfortable,” he smiled softly, his eyes showing undeniable doting.
“Ru’er has a request for the Emperor.”
“Speak, I’m listening carefully,” he said, standing up and embracing the serious-looking Mei Si Yu, kissing her snow-white neck.
“Ru’er wants to leave the palace,” Mei Si Yu looked at him deeply.
“No,” Ming Leng Chen refused without hesitation.
“Why? If you love Ru’er, please give me my freedom,” Mei Si Yu’s tears slid down her cheeks, her voice choked.
Chen, I haven’t given up on you, nor will I give up on our hard-won love. I’m just tired of this scheming life,” Mei Siyu answered weakly.
“Okay, let me think about it. I’ll give you an answer later,” Ming Lengchen replied.
“Mm,” she nodded vigorously, nestling into his embrace, enjoying a moment of happiness, how reluctant she was to let go!
Mei Siyu was already being supported by Xiao Rou, who had rushed over, returning to her palace. Tears still wet on her cheeks, she looked so pitiful that it broke one’s heart.
