The monarch of the Great Zhao Kingdom, Mo Yi, taken away by the current emperor. But only Mei Kai Ye knew it wasn’t a fortunate event. Her suffering continued, even intensified, as he found ways to exploit her despite having many palace maids and eunuchs.”
Resenting him, Mei Kai Ye brought a bowl of tea to the person reviewing documents and put it down heavily, “Tea!”
Mo Yi glanced at the so-called tea in her hand, “Can this even be called tea?”
“Why can’t it be?”
“You’ve only put in half the tea leaves.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Mei Kai Ye opened her large, watery eyes innocently, “I thought tea leaves would expand when brewed, so I only put in three-tenths of the leaves.”
Mo Yi’s mouth twitched, “You’re basically cooking.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mei Kai Ye lowered her head, wringing her hands, “I thought they were about the same.”
Silence…
“I don’t know how,” Mei Kai Ye sniffled, “There are plenty of others in the palace, right? Maybe just expel me.”
Mo Yi glanced at her again, saying casually, “Stop acting.”
“…” Mei Kai Ye looked up, not a trace of tears.
“Next time you want to play innocent or pitiful, remember to tremble while kneeling, kowtow, and cry out, ‘Your Majesty, spare me,’ got it?”
Ah, no,” Mei Kaiyan laughed dryly, pushing Mo Yi away, “Why are you standing so close? Don’t you know men and women should maintain proper distance?”
They were just one step away from…
“No? Is that so?” Mo Yi ignored Mei Kaiyan’s resistance, softly laughing and embracing her again, “Who was staring intently at the general just now? A gift.”
Mei Kaiyan’s face darkened, “Don’t call me a gift!”
“Oh?” Mo Yi ambiguously rubbed his face against her neck, inhaling her hair’s fragrance, “Aren’t you a gift I was given?”
“Sigh,” Mo Yi exhaled, his tone slightly cold, “Stop thinking about him! Otherwise, I’ll get angry.”
“Oh,” she responded perfunctorily.
“I said, stop thinking about him!” Mo Yi turned her chin, forcing her to look at him, “Did you hear me?” His tone was overwhelmingly dominant.
However, Mei Kaiyan wasn’t intimidated. “I—”
“I. Did. Not. Hear.”
“You—”
“What ‘you’?” Mei Kaiyan sneered, “Damn Mo Yi, I hate when people threaten me!”
