He looked reluctantly towards Ming Leng Chen, because the woman beside him, Mei Si Yu, was too charming tonight. Her every frown and smile deeply stirred his heart. Her desperate confession and unrequited love made him want to drown his sorrows. He had once said he only wished for her happiness, asking nothing for himself. Now that she was doing well, should he let go and find peace?
“My dear ministers, who do you think is suitable to be the imperial consort of Wei Ling Kingdom?” he smiled calmly while looking at the ministers below.
At this moment, Mei Si Yu quietly leaned in his embrace, her sparkling eyes focused on Ming Leng Chen as he handled affairs – looking handsome and suave, exactly her type. Realizing her own infatuation, she blushed and lowered her eyes, chiding herself for such thoughts. She quietly watched the people below, inadvertently meeting a gaze filled with sorrow, which made her awkwardly look away and fall into contemplation.
Let’s not talk about this now. Can you help Xiao Rou unblock her acupoints? She looks like she’s in a lot of pain,” Mei Siyu said. Looking at Xiao Rou, her eyes were wide and blazing with anger, her mouth pursed high. If she wasn’t released soon, she might even have the urge to kill.
“Not yet. She’ll be free later, but not now,” Ming Leng Yun glanced at Xiao Rou standing nearby.
“Yuer, you haven’t answered my question yet,” Ming Leng Yun asked urgently.
“No, I was thinking of going back to rest because of a headache,” she had been worried about him earlier, but now she couldn’t tell the truth, not wanting him to misunderstand her feelings. She only cared about him as a friend and didn’t want to give him the impression that she liked him.
Receiving such an answer, Ming Leng Yun was very disappointed. His eyes were now filled with burning desire, and with the effect of alcohol, he had completely lost his reason. He rudely pushed Mei Siyu into the corner of the wall, leaning down to kiss her cherry lips. Starting with a light wet kiss, Mei Siyu’s resistance had no effect at all. This action only further ignited his possessive desire, and his hands restlessly tore at her clothing.
