The Runaway Plan of the Priestess

Mei Kaixue chuckled, “You finally came to see me. Oh, it’s so boring in the palace! I even missed you, this bastard. Oh, I regret coming in.”

The word “bastard” made the physician and maid’s legs go weak, expecting Sui Mo to be angry. Unexpectedly, he was unconcerned, waving his hand and sighing, “Fickle woman.”

Many years later, he would realize this statement had come true. It wasn’t that she lacked persistence, but he had disappointed her too many times, again and again, until she finally drifted away like the wind, leaving no trace behind.

The nanny called out to Mei Kaiye, her face darkened unusually, “Miss Mei, please wait a moment, this…” She signaled the palace maid to present a bundle, which contained a spring palace picture and several bottles of aphrodisiac powder. The woman called Amin stepped forward, seeing the nanny being so polite, “Miss Mei! You’d better explain why there are spring palace pictures and aphrodisiac powder hidden in your room.”

“It’s not mine,” Mei Kaiye pouted, not knowing how to explain. This was clearly a setup! “Everyone here has witnessed these items being searched from your room,” Amin challenged her, “What else can you argue about?”

“Since you’ve already decided, anything I say will be considered sophistry, so why do you want me to explain?”

“Mei Kaiye disdainfully snorted, ‘Is this self-directed drama entertaining?’

‘You—’

Wushuang stepped forward, patting Amin’s back. ‘Mei surname! Stop slandering!’

Sui Mo smiled and leaned close to Mei Kai Ye. ‘You’re really restless.’

Little did he know, Mei Kai Ye, who didn’t understand subtlety, said—

‘Ink Water!’

Sui Mo looked at her with a laughing gaze.

‘You’re not actually a eunuch!’

Because of Mei Kai Ye’s boldness, Sui Mo darkened his face and ordered that the day’s events must not be spread. Mei Kai Ye’s monotonous crimson palace life ended on the day he arrived. Mei Kai Ye learned his true name, Mo Yi, but knew she couldn’t call him that. She understood it was better to call him Ink Water—it sounded nice, was easy to remember, and had meaning.

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