Liu Ruyan closed her eyes, a crystal tear slipping down her cheek. "What a pity... Since ancient times, deep affection leaves only regret. The Emperor is no longer the man he once was."
Lu Yun's lips twitched in irritation.
Lu Yun thought this Consort Mei had lost her mind. The howling winter wind made her shiver, and she could hardly bear to stay in Liu Ruyan's company any longer.
"Bring me a cup of hot tea," Lu Yun said, her eyes darting as she beckoned to the attending maid, Xue Mei.
Xue Mei bent down, picked up the teapot, and poured the tea.
Steam curled upward.
The tea was warm, not scalding. Xue Mei carefully held the small white jade teacup and offered it to Lu Yun. Lu Yun pretended to reach for it but deliberately let go—
Clatter—
