Mei Kaiye stared at him unbelievably, then following his gaze, looked at her own wrist, where a black bracelet was clearly fastened. The other one was on – Mo Yi’s wrist.
Mei Kaiye couldn’t catch her breath, “You—”
Mo Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing frivolously, “What? Want to continue?”
She looked at him coldly, “Are you done? What exactly do you want?
She didn’t understand – now that things had come to this point, where was he when she was suffering endless torture in the prison?
“Don’t be in a hurry,” he raised an eyebrow, his gaze chilling, “We have plenty of time to continue.”
Mei Kaiye said, “You dare let me enter the palace again? Not afraid of being unable to explain? Night Concubine’s resurrection? Haha, how ridiculous!”
“Who said you were the Night Concubine?” he chuckled low, his voice floating, somewhat bewitching.
Mei Kaiye was stunned.
“You’re just my lowly servant,” he suddenly walked in front of her, leaning close, softly saying, “A concubine? You’re not qualified.”
At this moment, she knew she had hurt him deeply. But why? Wasn’t she the most hurt, the most suffering one?
“Are you feeling good?” Mei Kaiye was dazed for a while, suddenly asking, “By restraining me like this, are you happy?”
Mo Yi moved his lips, seemingly wanting to say he was happy, then said almost vengefully, “That has nothing to do with you. You just need to do a servant’s duty well, know how to please me, and that’s enough!”
Mei Kaiye coldly looked at him, feeling her body go cold, only then remembering to pull her clothes together, silent. Just as she pulled them together, he ruthlessly tore them off again.
Naturally, she was taken back to the palace by Mo Yi.
She lived in a spacious room in the Taide Hall, with an iron chain attached to the bracelet on her wrist, connecting to somewhere in the room, making her completely unable to escape.
