But she didn't dare to take the risk. If the emperor really is spying on her, wouldn't she be walking straight into his trap by summoning Zhu Di to her palace?
So instead, she focused on her brush and ink, using calligraphy to keep her mind from wandering too far.
"Alright, let go you're about to hug me to death," Mei Liang said teasingly, pulling Lánxīn's ear. "It's your fault Cuìyù keeps flicking your forehead. Who told you to be so mischievous—and even dare to laugh at me?"
Cuìyù couldn't help but laugh. "Serves you right! Who told you to mock Mistress? You deserve to be punished."
"Mistress wants to pull Lánxīn's ear off! Mistress doesn't like me anymore…" Lánxīn sniffled dramatically, pretending to cry.
Both Mei Liang and Cuìyù burst into laughter.
"Alright, alright. I was the one who wronged you," Mei Liang said with a smile, finally letting go of Lánxīn's ear. She rose from her chair and went to wash the ink from her hands.
