Ji Bozai raised an eyebrow as he entered the room and looked around. Just as he was about to call for someone, he heard a soft moan from behind the bed curtains.
“My Lord has returned?” she asked hazily.
The curtain parted to reveal the beauty, soft from sleep as if waking from a spring dream. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving noticeably.
He sat on the edge of the bed with an enigmatic smile, glancing at her shoes. “Didn’t Matron Xun say you were up?”
She lowered her eyes. “I felt unwell, so I lay down again for a while.”
“Oh? Then why are you sweating?” He reached out to touch her forehead with concern. “Are you ill?”
After running so frantically, it would be strange if she wasn’t sweating.
Mingyi took two quick breaths and nestled against his hand, whimpering. “I had a nightmare. I dreamed that My Lord had found a new love and didn’t want me anymore.”
Ji Bozai chuckled softly. “How could that be? Yi’er is so charming, who could please me more than you?”
If she hadn’t just witnessed the scene in the study with her own eyes, she might have believed his sweet talk.
Secretly wiping the sweat from her brow, she smiled innocently. “I knew My Lord was the best.”
Ji Bozai looked down at her, finding her quite amusing.
The little girl was skilled in martial arts, yet she played weak and coy in front of him. Her background was so clean, yet her behavior was so strange. It was hard not to think of that person in the inner court.
Could there be something in his study at this villa that the Grand Seer wanted?
Concealing his thoughts, Ji Bozai breathed his wine-laced breath into her face. “If you don’t want to get up, then sleep a while longer.”
The alcohol mingled with an unfamiliar scent of rouge, assailing her nostrils.
Mingyi frowned, then relaxed her brow, coyly pleading, “My body aches terribly, all because of My Lord. I can’t sleep anymore now. I should get up and help My Lord bathe.”
Her small hands pushed against his chest, unable to hide her disgust.
Realizing her lapse, she was about to make amends when she saw him look down at her hands. Instead of being angry, he chuckled softly. “I used to think women’s jealousy was most unappealing, but now I see it depends on the person.”
Startled, Mingyi’s back stiffened.
What did he mean? Whose jealousy? The woman in the study earlier? By saying this, had Ji Bozai discovered she’d been to the study?
She quickly glanced at her embroidered shoes beside the bed, inevitably stained with dirty moss from the roof tiles.
She was done for.
Defeated by the details.
She thought, pale-faced, would he kill her? After all, with his martial prowess, slapping her to death would be effortless.
But the man before her smiled with gentle eyes, even showing some indulgence. He didn’t seem angry.
What was going on? Did such an important person not suspect anything after discovering someone had intruded into his study?
Or did he not know why she had gone there?
Various thoughts flashed through her mind. Mingyi steeled herself and decided to cover her face and sob. “My Lord, I tried my best.”
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Love In The Clouds
Actionfrom Chinese novel, adapted as a drama Jibozai felt that Mingyi was an excellent knife. She was exquisite and sharp, yet devoted to him wholeheartedly. He would use her to eliminate all traitors, then turn her into the brightest badge on his crown...
