The early autumn moon was as bright as frost, casting a desolate glow on Mi Jiang'er's heart.
She didn't know how she had ended up like this.
It was as if she had suddenly woken up from a dream, and the once successful and influential head palace maid, the willful and capricious third wife of the Ninth Prince's mansion, had all shattered like a dream, leaving her with nothing but a dead end and utter isolation.
Looking back now, all she did to thrive in the palace was nothing more than a few words of praise from the Emperor.
She can do whatever she wants in the Prince's mansion, but neither the Prince nor the Dowager Princess cares about her.
We arrived at the courtyard of Chunhen Pavilion.
Mi Jiang'er tightened her grip on the knife hilt, about to go in and drag that pretentious little bitch Yu Ying down to hell with her, when a familiar, cold voice came from behind her: "If you go in, there will be no turning back."
"Do you think I can turn back now?" Mi Jiang'er slowly turned around.
Under the bright moonlight.
Shanyu Heye stood gracefully in a plain-colored long dress. The cool night breeze of early autumn ruffled her long hair and the hem of her dress, making her more profound features appear mysteriously beautiful.
Mi Jiang'er felt a mixture of envy and disheartened.
Even a beauty as exceptional as Chanyu Heye couldn't find happiness or win the prince's favor. I really don't know what kind of bewitching potion that bandit gave the prince.
"Sister Heye, if I repent now, will the Prince still have me in his heart?" Mi Jiang'er choked up.
"This is not the place to talk. Come with me first," Shanyu Heye sighed softly.
Mi Jiang'er hesitated and glanced back at the dark courtyard gate of Chunhen Pavilion, where a faint light could be seen from inside.
The light was coming from the direction where Yu Ying was. For Mi Jiang'er, that was also a place that represented death.
"Come with me. Do you really want to die in vain in this cold and heartless royal palace?" Shanyu Heye said softly.
Mi Jiang'er bit her lower lip and took a step to catch up with Shanyu Heye.
The two returned to the Changyi Pavilion of Shanyu Heye.
Upon entering the room, Chanyu Heye pointed to a large bundle on the table and said, "This was prepared for you by the Princess."
Mi Jiang'er opened the bundle with suspicion. Inside were several sets of inconspicuous clothes and a new identity document.
A large bag of loose silver and a stack of banknotes.
The silver notes were estimated to be over ten thousand taels, enough for her to buy a house, land, servants, and maids, and live a comfortable life.
“That bandit… why did she give me these?” Mi Jiang’er’s voice and hands were trembling.
She fell into this predicament because of that bandit; now that she has nowhere to turn, it is that same bandit who gave her a way out.
"Let's go, while you still have a way out. A man like the Ninth Prince, even if he were buried in the ground and turned into mud, would never be compatible with you," Shanyu Heye advised softly.
Large tears rolled down Mi Jiang'er's bloodshot eyes.
"Sister, I'm not reconciled. I know my status is not worthy of the prince, but that bandit, her status is even lower than mine, why can she do it? What is it about us that we can't compare to her?" Mi Jiang'er clutched the bundle, wanting to throw it away, but couldn't bring herself to do it.
This was her last resort.
"Ha," Shanyu Heye stared blankly at the deep night sky outside the door, recalling the various events of the Tongyou trip, his voice also hollow: "We are no match for her in any way."
She paused, then said very softly, "At least in the prince's heart, that's how it is."
"Your Highness must not fall for that bandit; she was sent by the Emperor to harm you!" Mi Jiang'er said anxiously.
"What!" Chanyu Heye's expression changed.
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