How embarrassing! How could he be so openly intimate with her, with so many people around! She glanced meaningfully, signaling him to let go, as this was inappropriate. But he seemed unbothered, holding her even tighter. Mei Siyu, nestled in his embrace, was utterly embarrassed, helplessly burying herself in his arms, a wry smile at the corner of her mouth.
With great effort, she looked around and saw a pair of deep, emotional eyes. It was him! She never expected to see Ming Lengyu again under these circumstances.
Remembering their hasty farewell and the words that left her at a loss, she had thought they wouldn’t meet again, at least not soon, because she hadn’t figured out how to face him.
“This subject pays respects to Imperial Concubine Mei, greetings,” he bowed first. Gazing at the woman nestled in the Emperor’s embrace—the one who had been on his mind—now in another’s arms, or more precisely, reuniting with her husband.
“Third Brother, no need for such formalities. Yuer cannot bear such courtesy,” Mei Siyu spoke softly.
She clearly saw his heartbroken, desperate eyes, and his previous coldness also made her uncomfortable. Wasn’t he her friend anymore? Couldn’t there be pure friendship between men and women? She felt somewhat sad, not knowing how to resolve this painful misplaced love, having wanted to prevent him from being hurt, yet now seeing he was already wounded.
“Yuer, what’s wrong? You look pale,” Ming Lengchen, noticing something unusual between them, carefully observed before asking softly.
Mei Siyu just smiled at him in response.
They knew each other—this was his first thought, but he didn’t intend to ask Mei Siyu. Wanting to know the outcome, he didn’t need to ask; she would reveal it herself. He coldly gazed at Ming Lengyu below the stage for a long time.
“Your Majesty, this matter should be handled quickly. Since it is already settled, it should not involve the common people to avoid disturbing their hearts,” Ming Leng Yun replied coldly.
