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"Ah, speaking of the Empress, she really has a lot of nerve. If I had such an embarrassing sister in the Cold Palace, I would have been mortified by now..."
"Tch, you all know that the one in the Cold Palace is not to be underestimated!" another concubine added with embellishment. "Now that she has the Empress Dowager to protect her, if one day the Emperor finds the Cold Palace interesting again, who knows when he might change his mind! At that time, it will be quite a show... Sister Consort Chen, don't you think?"
The voices gradually faded away, and the words of the concubines echoed in Queen Meiru's ears, making her cheeks flush with a mix of red and white.
After a long while, she asked Lianxin beside her, "Have you prepared the medicine according to my instructions?"
"Replying to Your Highness, it has been prepared."
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Having stayed in the Cold Palace for several days, Mei Shuangse curled up and tightly wrapped the tattered quilt around herself, yet still could not withstand the harsh winter cold.
She didn't even dare to open her mouth; in this freezing season, opening her lips only revealed a cloud of white mist before her eyes.
Huddled under the quilt, she trembled and rubbed her hands together, hoping that the weather would warm up soon.
Her knife wounds had not yet healed, but fortunately, there was no inflammation. The Emperor did not seem intent on taking her life; he actually sent someone to deliver medicine every day. However, she had to apply it herself.
That day, after a guard disdainfully threw the medicine bottle in from outside the door, it was already dark. She habitually undressed to apply the medicine.
Being already scantily clad made it difficult to change medicine in the cold winter.
Her once delicate fingers were covered with frostbite; some had swollen to look like carrots, making it hard for her to hold onto the medicine bottle.
In the days since coming out of Heavenly Prison, she hadn't changed her clothes; they were still stained with blood. She felt disgusted with herself and wanted to throw them away but feared being left bare.
It was not easy to find a sheltered spot to place the medicine bottle. Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt, and as her skin came into contact with the cold air, goosebumps instantly rose. Gritting her teeth, she shivered and lowered her head to unwrap the bandages beneath her undergarment.
Layer by layer, after finally removing them, her upper body was mostly exposed to the air except for a small piece of clothing covering her full chest. To be honest, as she looked down to examine the hidden area covered by her undergarment, she had to admit that such fair and delicate skin, along with a perfect bust, was quite rare. Mei Shuang truly had developed well.
She glanced at her wound; fortunately, it was healing nicely. Just as she reached out instinctively for the medicine bottle—
Huh? Where's the bottle?
Using the faint light from outside, she focused on the spot where she had just placed the bottle. To her shock, it was gone.
She froze immediately; that bottle had clearly been just a foot in front of her. How could it have vanished in an instant?
Mei Shuang broke out in a cold sweat, panicking as she grabbed her torn clothing to cover her chest and quickly leaned back against the wall behind her. Her eyes anxiously scanned the surroundings, her heart racing as if it would leap out of her chest.
This terrifying scene was certainly not due to any ghost; someone was simply playing a prank on her.
Earlier, those hidden eyes had witnessed Mei Shuang's entire process of changing the bandage. To be honest, when Mei Shuang carefully unwrapped the bandages, his vantage point allowed him to see the perfect curve of her neck as she lowered her head, along with the alluring valley of white skin between her chest that sparked imagination.
He looked at the medicine bottle in his hand and smirked with a wicked smile before casually flicking it away.
Mei Shuang continued to scan around nervously. When her gaze fell back on the spot where the bottle had disappeared, she clearly saw that it was standing there perfectly again.
With a cry of despair, she squatted down and covered her head.
Hearing the scream from within the Cold Palace, a guard at the entrance impatiently poked his head in and said, "What are you screaming about in this dark place? You scared me half to death!"
At that moment, Mei Shuang hugged her head with both hands, trembling uncontrollably, having long forgotten about her cover. Her upper body was barely covered by tattered clothing, exposing a large area of her snow-white skin, which shimmered dazzlingly in the dim light of the night.
The guard's eyes widened instantly; he was the only one on duty tonight. He felt a surge of wicked desire rise in his lower abdomen and pushed the door open without hesitation.
Mei Shuang was startled and looked up to meet the guard's leering smile. "Tsk tsk, can't wait to seduce me, huh..."
In a panic, Mei Shuang hurriedly tried to cover herself with her ragged clothes while internally lamenting that she was doomed this time.
The guard continued to spew filthy words, grinning as he advanced step by step, while Mei Shuang retreated until she found herself cornered against the wall with no way out.
As the guard reached out to pounce on her, a sudden flash caught his eye. Caught off guard, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his lower body.
He let out a howl and fell to his knees, staring incredulously at Mei Shuang before he fainted from the pain.
Mei Shuang stood there in shock, recalling how she had kicked him hard in the leg to fend off the lecher. She stared at the body lying before her and realized she had used all her strength. The movement tugged at her wound, causing cold sweat to pour down her face as she began to slide down the wall.
In her daze, a strong hand caught her as she slipped down. A warm breath brushed against her ear as a voice softly said, "Good skills!"
Mei Shuang's breath hitched again; she felt as if that hand supporting her had drawn away six and a half of her souls, leaving only half behind. The remaining half made it impossible for her to even turn her head to look; she could only squeeze out a few words from her throat, "Ah ah ah, who are you?"
When she finally came to her senses, she saw a vague figure in dark clothing standing not far in front of her.
Then, Mei Shuang noticed a flash of light; the newcomer had illuminated something in his hand—a Firestarter.
This time Mei Shuang could see clearly; it was an extraordinarily young man. He wore a dark robe with a jade belt cinching his waist, giving him an upright posture. His hair was tied back with a ribbon, and although his features were beautiful, there was an alluring charm mixed with an ethereal quality. Especially those slender eyes with their upward-turned corners—typical peach blossom eyes. In modern times, he would definitely be the type that wealthy women loved to flirt with.
At that moment, he held a fire stick in his hand and noticed Mei Shuang looking at him warily with tear-filled eyes. He couldn't help but feel curious and smiled faintly, saying, "Miss Mei Shuang, it's only been a few months since we last parted, and you no longer recognize me?"
After saying this, he pretended to look around seriously and scoffed, "Tsk tsk, this Cold Palace is indeed not a place for people to stay. One goes mad as soon as they enter..."
Mei Shuang understood that he must be an acquaintance.
Since that was the case, she saw no need to respond to his mocking remarks at the moment. The priority was to put on her clothes first. She quickly wiped her tears and said bluntly, "Men and women should keep their distance; please turn around."
Nangong Nuo was taken aback at first, then nearly laughed out loud at Mei Shuang's serious tone.
"Miss Mei Shuang, today I truly have my eyes opened. Which part of you have I not seen? Now you suddenly want to cover up? How pretentious! Do you think I, Zhao Prince, am here to steal someone?"
His words were incredibly bold, explicit, and utterly shameless!
Mei Shuang was instantly rendered speechless, her face turning bright red as she opened her mouth but couldn't find the words to argue back.
Then her heart skipped a beat—Zhao Prince??
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