It’s Jin Zhi, she has a mole on her hand, I’m absolutely certain. She must have been sent by Concubine Shu,” Mei Siyu said with great conviction. At the time, the Emperor even granted Concubine Shu death for this matter, which can’t be entirely blamed on the Emperor’s misunderstanding. Who told her to be so cruel, with her “kill without mercy” attitude? She deserved to die, lest she might cause trouble in the future!
“I didn’t know then, but only realized after going that the person to be killed was you, so I turned the sword’s edge… I hope the young lady won’t hold a grudge,” Wen Yue’en said sincerely by way of apology.
“Oh, don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault. I’m fine now, so let’s not bring up the past. How about we have a drink to settle the score?” She filled the wine cups and raised hers, waiting for his response.
“Cheers,” they said simultaneously, drinking in one gulp.
“The young lady’s literary talent is profound. Yue’en is in awe!” He changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on the matter too much, lest he reveal something. After all, he had lied first and couldn’t tell her the truth – that he had long known the assassination target was her and had even taken the assignment, which was actually meant to assassinate the Emperor. So he left it at that.
“Not at all. I just liked classical literature since childhood. What talent? You make me sound so impressive,” Mei Siyu said, actually quite pleased by his praise but maintaining a lady’s composure.
“Young lady, don’t be modest. Your two poems show real depth. Calling you a talented woman is truly deserved!” Wen Yue’en said.
“I’m full. Master Wen doesn’t seem to have eaten much. Are the dishes not to your taste? Shall I order a few more to your liking?” Mei Siyu took a sip of fragrant tea, patted her full belly, and asked caringly.
“No need to trouble. I’m full too. Are there any places the young lady would like to go?” Wen Yue’en asked.
