Inside, smoke curled softly. Mo Yi lay on a soft couch, and Yun Fei poured a cup of wine, bringing it to his lips. He drank it in one gulp, extending his tongue to lick the spilled wine drops at the corner of his mouth, exuding endless charm. “What incense is my beloved using today? It smells so good.” He reached out and pulled Yun Fei into his embrace, whispering ambiguously in her ear.
Yun Fei giggled in his arms, “It’s gardenia incense, Your Majesty.”
Mei Kai Ye let out a cold snort.
Yun Fei noticed the person by the door and softly asked Mo Yi, “Your Majesty, who is she?”
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, seeming to smile yet not quite, “Just an insignificant person.”
Mei Kai Ye gave him a cold glance and turned to leave without hesitation.
Seeing her cold demeanor, Mo Yi couldn’t help but feel angry, “Mei Kai Ye, how dare you! Did I allow you to leave?”
“I?” Mei Kai Ye paused, suddenly understanding. He was Mo Yi, the monarch of the entire Da Zhao Kingdom, and she was just an ordinary woman. Her ink had never existed.
Then she laughed and quickly left, “I’m just an insignificant person after all.”
Outside the carved window lattice, the moonlight was cold as frost, casting a silver-gray hue over everything. Shadows dappled beneath the bamboo, and when the night wind blew, it made a rustling sound, quite pleasant. Mei Kai Ye couldn’t help but smile, suddenly feeling poetic.
“Moonlight outside the window is cold, candlelight inside warm. Shadows dappled under bamboo, wind passing, insects chirping entwined.”
Mei Kai Ye had rarely composed such a good poem, but she felt it wasn’t enough. After thinking, she seriously added another line, which ultimately ruined the poem, making it a mishmash. That line was—
“Ink daily shameless, stripped bare wanting to embrace a beauty to sleep.”
“Pfft—” A laugh came from above.
“Who?” Mei Kai Ye was startled.
“Ah, I thought Noble Consort Ye would be heartbroken, but your mood is quite good,” the teasing voice sighed.
Mei Kai Ye retorted righteously, “Why would I be unhappy?” She now recognized the playful, carefree voice—wasn’t this Sui Xing?
