Night had fallen. When Zhao Yi arrived at Yinxue Pavilion, Mei Rong was already in Niying’s room.
"Niying said the Prince has something to discuss with me," Mei Rong began, her expression blank.
Seeing that austere, ascetic face, a sudden wave of mischievous malice flickered in Zhao Yi’s heart. He wondered what kind of expression this woman would wear in bed. Of course, the thought vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Zhao Yi had no intention of dwelling on it in front of her.
Chapter 82