The MC forgot the plot

一 TWENTY-THREE 一

二十三 Nabi, the butterfly that flew into another land

Na Bi, a Korean word for butterfly. It was form-fitting for her after all it felt like she was the modern Meng Jia Yi or perhaps the ancient Meng Jia Yi

She would like to think she was in between the border of illusion and reality, perhaps she was a time traveler but then again it is more fitting to say she's a book wearer.

Either way, she is Meng Jia Yi, the woman who lived in the modern era with the hopes of having accomplished anything that would shut her so-called family's mouth.

"Miss, this slave has brought you the ink and paper" she heard the familiar voice of XiXi as she sent the things she needed into the wooden table.

Her headache seeing it, she was so used to typing out her stories into her computer that she can already envision that her arms and fingers would fall apart at the end of the day.

"XiXi can you read?"

"This slave can!" Her eyes shone in luster, like a dog who wanted her owner to praise her.

"Well, then you can help this miss of yours to review the story after I finished it" it's better to let XiXi, a person of low status to review her work and see if she would be interested and hooked at it.

"Miss does not need to review it, Miss's work is already great!"

"Such sweet tongue— here, have a taste" she put a sweet red bean pastry to her lips.

Then she started writing, the ink sloshed into the slab of stone as she dips the ink pen into it; her eyes shone with such brilliance that XiXi couldn't keep her eyes out from her.

It was a different feeling, XiXi thought. Seeing her Miss this focused, it seems like it overlapped with her old Miss— timid and cautious to the point she was always in the corner.

"Is your miss beautiful?" She heard the playful teasing of her miss and snap back to reality.

"Miss!" She pouted and was blinded with the vibrant, genuine smile of her miss.

After all, she could feel that there was a wall in between them; the power dynamics of a servant and owner relationship was gone in her miss' bones, she could feel it.

It was like she, XiXi, is just a person she happens to meet and trust shallowly and guards her real self to the people around her.

Time rushed like the riverbanks from a rural old hometown and before they knew it, lunch has already arrived and with that, a little boy came in.

"Third sister!"

Meng Jia Yi was almost toppled by the little boy who suddenly slams into her way, fortunately, she regains her balance.

The servant behind him huffed as he catches his breath; Meng Jia Yi looked at the little white dumpling below her and pinch his squishy cheeks.

"Third sister~" his tone milky and overflowing with coquetry that made her snort.

"Why is Rui Rui here?"

Her pomegranate skirt brush past his ocean blue brocade as they walked into the garden; their servants following behind them as Meng Jia Rui held his third sister's hand tightly.

"I heard that third sister was sick, Concubine-mother didn't allow A'Rui to come to third sister's yard" he pouted at that memory, he could still faintly feel the panic and regret that rushed into his heart when he learned that his third sister got into an accident.