“If that’s true, then thank you. But I’d rather you hadn’t done this unnecessary thing.”
“Unnecessary? Perhaps.”
Mo Yi sat by the bedside for a long time before getting up to leave. After noticing no one was beside her, Mei Kaiye half-opened her eyes, “Thousands of cherished loves? But, I cannot accept it.”
She dared not accept it because accepting an emperor’s love would require too many changes, and she would no longer be herself. Although it sounded very tempting, she did have good feelings towards Mo Yi. However, it was merely a fondness. Mei Kaiye was clear that Mo Yi was not her destined partner, and her hope of lifelong companionship would never be realized. Even if he wanted to give her thousands of cherished loves, he simply could not.
When she woke again, it was already the next day. The maidservant helped Mei Kaiye dress and have breakfast.
“Wait, what did you call me?”
“My Lady!” Xiao Hong looked puzzled.
Mei Kaiye stood up gnashing her teeth. She was going to find Mo Yi and settle accounts. She hadn’t agreed yet, and she was already made a Lady? Furiously, she came to Mo Yi’s study but was stopped by the eunuch Xiao Xuan waiting outside.
“What’s wrong?”
Xiao Xuan looked mysterious, “My Lady, the Emperor is in a rage right now.”
“What happened?”
“During the early court session, the Emperor was habitually fanning himself with a folding fan. Cui Xing suddenly caught a glimpse of the fan and burst out laughing.”
Once they looked, they all started suppressing laughter. Some older officials were so angry their eyes were clouded, and they recommended that the Emperor must capture that thief and exterminate nine generations of his family.
Hearing this, Mei Kaiye shivered inexplicably. Xiao Xuan continued, “The Emperor flipped the fan and discovered that the audacious thief had written four characters on his fan.”
“Ah,” Mei Kaiye was about to laugh and asked, “What four characters?”
Xiao Xuan looked around, confirmed no one was passing, and whispered, “Selling Laughter in a Pavilion! You still remember, huh.” Mei Kaiye murmured, “Petty.”
“The second time, I rescued you from Li Xunfu’s hands.” Shaking his head and sighing, “If it weren’t for me, you might have been sent to someone else.”
“…Fine, I owe you.”
