Mei Lang instantly put on a look of wounded grievance. Her voice, soft yet pitiful, carried the weight of false innocence. "Elder Sister Zhao, we are all familiar with one another. What could you possibly have to say that must be kept secret? Or… is it something unspeakable?"
Her words carried a delicate sweetness, yet beneath the courtesy lay a barbed edge. With feigned innocence, she cast Mei Liang's caution in a suspicious light, as if hinting that Mei Liang wished to discuss something shameful with the Emperor behind closed doors.
So this is her ploy—to twist words and soil reputations while feigning innocence Mei Liang thought.
Xiang Long Wei remained silent, watching Mei Liang with an unreadable expression.
Mei Liang, however, didn't even glance at him; her gaze was fixed entirely on Mei Lang. "It seems Shun Wenyuan is mistaken, or has misunderstood something. You and I are strangers. Within the harem, the only person I recognize as a true elder sister is Shen Zhaorong.
