No. That's impossible. His beloved Mei is gone. And Mei Liang… she's far too young. Everything in her records was clean. Xiang Long Wei thought.
Even so, the warm gaze in his eyes faded.
"You may leave and prepare. Zhen needs to rest," Xiang Long Wei said coldly. Ming Mei blinked, clearly stunned. A moment ago, his tone had been gentle, filled with concern. Now it was distant—detached.
She bowed silently, hiding the flash of emotion in her eyes, then turned and walked away with a quiet coldness in her expression.
Meanwhile, Mei Liang had already returned to her room. Though she had awoken earlier, every movement sent waves of pain through her body. Sweat clung to her brow as she slowly climbed onto the bed, her breath shallow and uneven. One hand clutched the side of her waist, her face pale from the effort.
The corners of her eyes were red, but no tears fell.
This trip was supposed to bring her closer to the Emperor… not leave her in this state.
She gritted her teeth.
