The Runaway Plan of the Priestess

“Yes,” Mo Yi nodded, suddenly leaning against the wall, his ink-colored eyes momentarily lost, “Mei Kai Ye… I… think to madness.”

Sui Xing smiled, “Then why don’t you go see her? Be kind to her… she will forgive you.

“Mo Yi was silent for a long time, so long that Sui Xing thought he wouldn’t answer, before finally speaking, ‘But if I go, she won’t hate me anymore.’

‘Don’t tell me you actually enjoy her hating you?’ Sui Xing’s mouth twitched, ‘I’ve noticed the Emperor’s thoughts are getting more and more complicated.’

‘Because she doesn’t love me,’ Mo Yi closed his eyes, ‘Even if forgiven, I’m just a dispensable existence, right? So, my heart, my love, will just drift away. Sui Xing, you don’t understand… Better to be hated than forgotten.’

In the tranquil and beautiful garden of the Crown Prince’s Mansion in the Ming Sheng Kingdom.

‘Miss! Miss!’ The maidservant jumped anxiously under a large tree, ‘Please come down!’

A woman’s light laughter came from the tree, ‘No way! He’s finally gone to morning court, and I finally have time to play.’ As she spoke, her hand accidentally slipped, nearly falling off, but the woman wasn’t afraid, giggling and hugging the tree trunk, climbing up again.

‘Miss!’ The maidservant was about to cry, ‘It’s too dangerous, please come down!'”

If something happens to you, the Crown Prince will punish me!”

The woman snorted, “Punishment would be good. Who told you to never help me and instead help that outsider!”

“Tsk tsk, who are you calling an outsider?” A soft male voice spoke, none other than Fei Zuo. “Are we being this distant, Kaiye?”

“Crown Prince!” The maidservant knelt, “This servant was negligent and couldn’t watch the miss properly.”

Mei Kaiye saw it was Fei Zuo and her hand trembled, sliding down from the tree. She desperately clung to the trunk, her feet suspended in the air. She refused to ask for help, only glaring hatefully at Fei Zuo.

“Indeed very negligent,” Fei Zuo said leisurely, showing no intention of helping Mei Kaiye down, “So, you’ll go receive fifty lashes.”

The maidservant’s face turned pale, kowtowing repeatedly, “Your Highness, please have mercy!”

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