Ming Lengyu probably guessed who she was. If she were the emperor’s concubine, she would generally not be unknown, only one person! She was Mei Siyu! Rumors about her two months ago were sensational. On the night she was in the imperial bed, she was kicked out by the emperor and sent to the Cold Palace the next day. It was rumored that her strange appearance had frightened the emperor. But the woman before him was as beautiful as a fairy! This mystery puzzled him.
“Knock knock, the lady is here,” came the maidservant’s voice from outside.
“Come in,” Ming Lengyu said.
A stunning beauty walked in, moving like a willow, with graceful curves, an exquisite face, and skin as delicate as porcelain. Her hair was tied back with a jade hairpin, wearing a red floral pleated skirt, a jade pendant at her waist, holding a pipa, and slowly entering the room.
“Shishi, greetings to Master Ming and the lady,” she bowed, her face full of smiles.
Mei Siyu had just looked and thought Shishi was absolutely beautiful. Who would have thought her voice would be so crisp and pleasant, leaving an endless aftertaste? What a beautiful woman!
“Sit down quickly,” she pulled Shishi’s hand to sit. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to meet this woman named Shishi.
Shishi couldn’t refuse and sat close to Mei Siyu. “What song would you like to hear tonight, sir?” Shishi asked with a soft smile.
“Whatever,” Ming Lengyu said lightly. His mind was full of Mei Siyu’s words, spoken neither warm nor cold, concise and to the point.
[The text continues with a poetic song and further interactions between the characters, describing their complex relationships and emotions.]
It’s nothing, miss. Just a slightly dry throat that will be fine with more water.” Xiao Rou knew the miss truly cared about her, and could only say this, hoping to put her mind at ease.
