Mei Kaiye insisted on getting up wherever she fell. They had discussed their scheme: Mei Kaiye would wait here while Dugu Ming would capture the person.
After waiting for about half an hour, the maid Nan Yang was bound and thrown to the ground by Dugu Ming. Seeing Mei Kaiye, she trembled and sat down in fear.
Mei Kaiye rubbed her hands, sneering, “You’re done for. How dare you plot against me!”
“This servant knows her crime, Your Highness, please spare me!” Nan Yang kowtowed desperately.
“Aren’t you going to ask who instigated this?” Dugu Ming asked.
“There are so many concubines in Ink Water who dislike me. I don’t think I need to ask. But you’ve reminded me,” Mei Kaiye gritted her teeth, “as long as I’m away from Ink Water, I’ll be away from all danger.”
Dugu Ming smiled faintly.
“I’m indeed not destined for a luxurious life or the imperial palace. I should leave early,” Mei Kaiye spoke while meeting Nan Yang’s eyes, a mysterious glint appearing in her gaze. Then she said, “Go.”
Nan Yang, who was just begging moments ago, now fell silent, standing up with empty eyes, her body stiff as she walked towards the lake.
Dugu Ming looked surprised as Nan Yang was gradually submerged, showing no resistance.
Just as he was about to ask Mei Kaiye if she intended to kill Nan Yang, he saw the maid who had just walked into the lake climb back out.
Mei Kaiye’s plan was simple: she just wanted Nan Yang to take a bath, experience the feeling of suffocation, then climb out and be hung on a tree to dry.
But…
Unknowingly, many palace guards appeared around, perhaps having heard some noise.
“Sui Xing, restrain her!” Mo Yi coldly shouted, “Mei Kaiye, if this is your revenge, I tell you, it’s too naive.”
Nan Yang’s eyes were abnormally bright. She slashed at Mo Yi with a knife, catching him off guard and wounding his arm. Before he could react, Nan Yang turned and struck Cloud Concubine with a knife. Fragile as she was, Cloud Concubine screamed and fainted on the spot.
“Kaiye, you…” Mo Yi’s gaze grew increasingly cold and disbelieving, with a hint of bitterness seeping out, “You… really… want to kill me?”
