“It’s really not fun at all. Chen, how did you guess it was me?” she said with a light, angry laugh.
“Because you have a unique fragrance that others don’t have. Guessing it was you is naturally simple,” Mu Lengchen pulled her into his embrace, lovingly stroking her black hair, a smile spreading across his lips. The previous worried frown had relaxed considerably. It seemed Yuer was truly his source of joy, and he was grateful that heaven had favored him by bringing her to his side, allowing him to experience true love and its preciousness!
Staring after her departure, Ming Lenchen forcefully pounded the desk with his fists, blood seeping from his knuckles, yet he felt no pain. He had heard her words clearly, but couldn’t understand why, if she loved him, she would refuse to become empress. What was she truly thinking? Could being in the palace make her so uncomfortable that only life outside could bring her happiness?
Moreover, why would she plead for Third Brother’s sake? Had she forgotten how he had hurt her? Or was there some hidden story? These two matters intertwined, causing confusion in his heart! Why did it have to be Third Brother? This was the first time he had truly invested his emotions, only to encounter a rival – and that rival was his own third brother. How could he not misunderstand, how could he not be suspicious!
Mei Siyu returned to her palace chambers crying, ignoring Xiao Rou’s inquiries and running directly to the side room, wanting only to be alone.
She closed the door and moved to the bedside, crying sorrowfully. She had simply expressed her thoughts – was that wrong? Why couldn’t Ming Lenchen understand her heart? She loved him, but didn’t want to be constrained by the complex palace rituals. She longed for a simple, free life, without competing with other concubines, without seeing Wan’er’s pitiful expression, and without being the object of their jealousy. She was just pursuing her own desires, harming no one’s interests. Why couldn’t he understand?
