”Sister, you’re here. The Emperor was just thinking about you. Go in and keep him company. I’m leaving now,” Xia Waner said with a beaming smile.
”Waner, are you here? Are you leaving so soon?” Mei Siyu asked softly. She was puzzled why Waner was here, wondering why the Emperor wasn’t waiting for her and instead flirting with someone else. Their sweet laughter seemed so intimate, which made her jealous, even though Waner was her sworn sister.
She had chosen to leave, hoping they would be together, but at least let her leave before being so affectionate. Why make her witness this?
”Yes, the Emperor has taken his medicine and is now sleeping. Sister, go in and see him. Waner will take her leave,” Xia Waner said, holding Yuer’s hand softly.
Watching the mistress and servant leave, Mei Siyu was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Was Waner truly as delicate as she appeared? She had caught a glimpse of a fleeting look of triumph in Waner’s eyes, which quickly disappeared, leaving her unable to see through her completely.
Perhaps blinded by the atmosphere, Wan’er was so obedient and charming that he shouldn’t have doubted her like this. Thinking about it, Mei Siyu entered the room.
“Yuer, don’t be angry, okay? I didn’t mean to argue with you. Please don’t leave me,” he said with his eyes tightly closed, speaking urgently, as if having a nightmare, his breathing rapid and anxious.
Hearing these words, Yuer couldn’t help but feel heartache. Had she been too decisive in her rejection, not giving him room to think? Perhaps she hadn’t considered his feelings, especially as an emperor. To be devoted to only one person seemed difficult – even ordinary people had multiple wives, so how could an emperor love only one person?
“Yuer, don’t go, I don’t want you to leave. Do you know how much I love you? Please don’t make me regret for a lifetime!” Ming Lengchen shouted excitedly, slightly opening his eyes and seeing the lovely person before him – the same one from his dream!
“Yuer, is it really you? Am I dreaming?” Ming Lengchen said excitedly, supporting himself up.
“Don’t move, you seem to have a fever. Why haven’t you called the imperial physician?” Mei Siyu carefully supported him, speaking with concern. Although still slightly upset, especially after what she had seen, she couldn’t bear to be cold towards him. After all, the patient comes first – she wouldn’t be petty enough to argue with a sick person.
Ming Lengchen looked at her with deep, hawk-like eyes, wondering if he was dreaming. The usually principled Mei Siyu wasn’t angry with him today. Was she here to punish him for standing her up, or had she changed her approach to a gentler strategy? The thought made him nervous.
“Don’t doubt it. This time, I’ll spare you because you’re sick. Otherwise, I’d beat you up. Got it?” Mei Siyu said, noticing his confusion, with an unusually harsh tone.
“Yuer, don’t be so fierce. I’m a patient. Can’t you be gentler and comfort my wounded soul?” he whined, nestling into her embrace, making Mei Siyu laugh.
“Are you shameless? What wounded soul?” she laughed, gently wiping sweat from his forehead. Seeing his pale face and dry lips, she felt compassion. How could no one be taking care of the emperor?
“I deliberately sent everyone away,” he admitted.
“Why? Do you have self-destructive tendencies?” Mei Siyu asked, puzzled, and handed him some hot tea to soothe his dry lips.
“I wanted you to come see me. Since you won’t be my empress, I’ll fall sick for you to see if you care,” he said, drinking the tea and feeling more refreshed.
“You – how shameless! You’ll get sick just because I won’t be empress? That’s ridiculous!” Mei Siyu looked at him suspiciously.
But hearing he was sick because of her, she felt secretly pleased. After all, women love sweet talk.
“It’s because I missed you so much. Ask Liu Gongong if you don’t believe me!” he continued to wheedle, hoping to persuade her to become empress.
The conversation continues with more playful interactions between the two characters, revealing their complex relationship and emotional dynamics.
Well, well, I won’t leave, don’t hold me so tight, it’s hard to breathe, oh, you, what are you doing? Chen, aren’t you having a headache? Why are you kissing my lips…” Her words were cut off, and in this moment, silence spoke louder than words.
In the Phoenix Ceremony Hall!
”Master, you called me?” Chun Xiu approached Xia Wan’er’s side, speaking softly.
”Has Mei Fei not left yet?” Xia Wan’er asked with a terrible expression, wasn’t the scene just now enough to break her heart? Or had she seen through her little scheme?
”Yes, this servant just returned from the Yangyan Hall, and Mei Fei has not taken a single step away, and even heard some embarrassing low moans,” Chun Xiu reported truthfully.
”Hmph, it seems I underestimated her abilities. Even after being rejected for the empress position, she can still win the Emperor’s heart. Was my drug not strong enough!” Xia Wan’er sneered, her pure expression long replaced by contempt.
”Go do something… success is the only option,” Xia Wan’er motioned Chun Xiu to come closer, whispering in her ear. Chun Xiu nodded repeatedly, a sinister smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed, and the diplomatic mission from Wei Ling Kingdom had already been housed in the palace, and now was the time to warmly welcome them – a moment everyone had been anticipating, finally able to see the beauty of a foreign princess!
”Xiao Rou, quickly help me get dressed, dinner is about to begin,” Mei Si Yu had just put on a silk gauze dress, pale yellow with hidden floral patterns, the hem adorned with five phoenixes facing the sun. The entire outfit was elegant yet not vulgar, perfectly highlighting Mei Si Yu’s transcendent and noble temperament!
”Miss, don’t rush me, I’m almost done. By the way, since you’ve made up with the Emperor, we don’t need to leave, right?” Xiao Rou asked tentatively while arranging her hair.
”Well, we’ll talk about that later. I’ll kidnap Chen and take you along, haha,” Mei Si Yu laughed freely.
”Ah, Mei Fei, what are you thinking? Don’t scare your servant,” Xiao Rou said timidly.
”Just kidding, are you done?” Mei Si Yu asked.
”Yes, miss. You didn’t mean what you just said, right?” She still asked worriedly.
”Don’t worry, I promise I won’t, haha,” Mei Si Yu teased.
In the main hall of the Yangyan Hall!
Songs and dances filled the air, officials and diplomatic envoys drank together, creating a lively atmosphere!
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Haha, what are you talking about, Wise King? A toast to you.” Xia Wan’er raised her cup, drinking it all in one go, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
How did he know that he was monitoring Mei Siyu? It seems he must act more secretly and not let anyone catch him off guard. Otherwise, if he fails and loses his life, wouldn’t that be a pity!
Ming Leng Yu also stopped at that, saying no more. He drank his cup in one gulp. This matter was temporarily shelved. Later, he must advise Yuer, who he heard had sworn a sisterhood with her. He must keep her at a distance. The pure Yuer is no match for such a woman!
“The princess of Wei Ling Guo has not yet appeared,” Ming Leng Chen looked at his third brother and said with a light laugh.
“In response to Your Majesty’s words, she should be arriving soon. Perhaps she is preparing for the dance to be presented to the Emperor,” the envoy from Wei Ling Guo bowed and replied.
“Oh, I’ve only heard that this princess is exceptionally beautiful. It seems her dance skills are also excellent. Third Brother has truly found a treasure!” Ming Leng Chen met Yuer’s eyes, genuinely happy for his third brother.
