Mei Kaiye’s strength had not recovered, so she was no match. Her hands were twisted behind her back, and Wu Fei slapped her, hitting her already injured face, swelling it further.
“Oh, Consort Wu,” a casual voice rang out, “My, isn’t this the gift our Emperor most loves?”
Wu Fei’s body stiffened, turning with a forced smile, “Lord Sui Xing, what can I do for you?”
“Nothing,” Sui Xing smiled, not looking at Mei Kaiye, “I was just passing by. What is Consort Wu nervous about?”
“But, if the Emperor knew his favorite gift was visiting Consort Wu’s palace, how would he react? How exciting,” Sui Xing turned to leave, showing no intention of saving Mei Kaiye.
Take care, Kai Ye.”
Consort Wu had kept Mei Kaiye in a room next to her bedchamber for over three days. Wu Fei would come to “interrogate” her, enduring slapping, whipping, and needle pricking. Mei Kaiye grew weaker, and even with her good health, she couldn’t withstand days without food or water.
Just two more days, and her strength would recover. If she could just endure this, everything would be fine. She thought she would definitely torture Consort Wu. And Mo Yi, she would destroy him and then never speak to him again.
Suddenly, a eunuch’s sharp voice came from outside, “The Emperor has arrived.”
Wu Fei smoothed her hair and headdress, delighted, and went to meet him, softly calling, “Your Majesty.”
Mo Yi embraced her, “How has my beloved been?”
“Not well,” Wu Fei playfully punched Mo Yi, “Your Majesty hasn’t come to see me.”
Mo Yi laughed softly, suddenly leaning close to Wu Fei’s ear, “I’ve lost something here at Consort Wu’s place. Could you help me find it and return it?”
Wu Fei hadn’t quite understood, covering her mouth softly, “Your Majesty jokes. Surely you’ve misremembered. You haven’t been here for two months.”
“Is that so?” Mo Yi slowly withdrew his smile, “Consort Wu, this is your last chance.”
“Your Majesty,” Wu Fei was frightened, “What has this servant done wrong?”
Mo Yi coldly looked at Wu Fei, saying in a deep voice, “Where is she?”
who is Your Majesty referring to?” Wu Fei trembled, forcing a smile, “I don’t understand.”
“You don’t know?” Coldly gripping Wu Fei’s chin, “Sui Xing!
