An hour later, Meng Fuyao wrapped her skirt around her waist and sneakily climbed out the skylight of the room.
Just now, in the toilet, beside the toilet bowl, Meng Fuyao had tearfully recounted a sad, moving, and tear-jerking love story about a woman who had traveled thousands of miles to search for her husband, only to be forced to become a concubine in the royal residence. She had been abused by the prince and was about to have an abortion. She had performed the story perfectly, vividly and emotionally, with detailed details. She had vividly portrayed the sadness of her husband's disappearance, the hardships of her pregnancy, the misery of being kidnapped into the royal residence, the abuse of the evil male lead, and the pain of being a concubine. The two listeners had been moved to tears and had immediately volunteered to help her escape the evil clutches.
One of the palace maids had taken her place, while the other had calmly left to reply to Zhan Beiye. "Madam's stomach isn't well. She'll be here soon."
The palace maid, who had heard of the melodramatic drama, naturally had a strange look and tone when facing the male protagonist of the domestic violence case. The male protagonist naturally felt a little strange. He didn't understand where her hostility came from, but he didn't expect that he had already been unknowingly labeled as a despicable person who "abducted a woman and forced her to have an abortion".
Meng Fuyao, who had ruined someone else's reputation, did not feel the slightest bit remorseful. She climbed out of the back window and sprinted, hiding from people and doors. Soon, she was out of the vicinity of the Qingyun Hall. However, after walking for a long distance, she realized that all the palaces looked the same, but she could not find the main entrance.
She was lost.
Looking at the empty palace garden in front of her, she squatted on the ground and pulled at her hair, silently cursing the Taiyuan Imperial Palace for not following the rules. Based on her experience in history and archeology in her previous life, there were three layers of the imperial palace. With the main hall as the axis, one could walk out of the palace gates by following the Qingyun Hall in a straight line. But now, it seemed that she had walked into the inner palace.
She was now wearing the clothes of a palace maid. The two palace maids had prepared a change of clothes in the washroom, so they lent her one. No one questioned her for a while. Just as she was about to find a low-ranking eunuch to ask for directions, she suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance coming from the corner of a winding corridor.
It was a very familiar scent. It smelled like a mixture of peonies and peonies, mixed with high-quality borneol. She sniffed it carefully, and her expression changed.
It seemed to be the fragrance that Pei Yuan often used!
Meng Fuyao cursed inwardly. She turned around and tried to avoid it, but the jingle of ornaments rang behind her. A figure in red emerged from the corner of the corridor, accompanied by another person. "Princess, please head to the Xin Palace. This old servant will lead the way."
"No need." As expected, it was Pei Yuan's cold and arrogant tone. It was more awe-inspiring and murderous than before. She said lightly, "There's no need for Steward Jin to go personally. Just call a palace maid."
She groaned inwardly. Stiffening her back, she tried to hide behind a clump of flowers and trees. Just as she moved, Manager Jin shouted, "Hey, come over here!"
Fuyao stood rooted to the ground, thousands of thoughts running through her mind. To escape or not to escape? If she escaped, her true Qi had been sealed by Zhan Beiye. There was no way she could get far. If she didn't escape, Pei Yuan would recognize her. Seeing that she was still alive, she would immediately guess that she was the culprit behind the disfigurement on her face. When that happened, it would not be easy for her to die.
Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth. Why did she have to escape now? Zhan Beiye might have restricted her freedom, but at least he wouldn't harm her life. Now, her life was in danger.
Pei Yuan saw this hesitation in her eyes and was enraged. Her eyes grew cold as she said icily, "Eunuch Jin, your palace servants are becoming more and more unruly. They even dare to ignore the call of you, the internal court's chief steward."
Losing face in front of the princess, Eunuch Jin flew into a rage. Stomping his foot, he shrieked, "Little wench, which palace are you from? How unruly! Go to the Ceremonial Office and receive 30 strokes of the cane! "
'You want me to receive the cane?'
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed. She quickly bowed and was about to leave, but before she could take two steps, she heard Pei Yuan's cold voice behind her. "Wait."
Meng Fuyao helplessly stood still. Her fingertips dug into her palms, which were slightly sweaty.
Pei Yuan suddenly stopped talking, and the surroundings fell silent. A pair of eyes fell on her back, slicing through her disguise like a knife, and probing her thoroughly.
Sweat began to form on Meng Fuyao's back.
She did not know if it was the coldness of his gaze or the chilly autumn wind, but layers of coldness crept into her body. She felt as if a snake was crawling on her back, the cold and damp air carrying the stench of venom.
Behind him, Pei Yuan suddenly laughed and said to Eunuch Jin, "Eunuch Jin, this palace maid seems to be a little slow and doesn't understand the rules. However, it's not to the extent of punishing her with a rod. Let her atone for her crimes and serve me for a while. You can go and attend to your own matters. Today is His Majesty's birthday banquet and he will be leaving Qianan Palace to attend the banquet.
"Your Highness is kind, so this old servant will do as you say." Eunuch Jin smiled and retreated, leaving only Pei Yuan and Meng Fuyao in the abandoned palace.
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, put on a fawning smile, and turned around.
"Greetings, Your Highness," was still on the tip of her tongue when Pei Yuan, with her hands behind her back, lifted her feet slightly, and floated over like a cloud.
Meng Fuyao's heart sank when she saw that Pei Yuan had even used her sect's Flying Cloud Crossing technique.
Sure enough, Pei Yuan stood in front of her and looked at her with a smile. Her eyes, however, were cold and dark, like lightning hidden behind dark clouds.
She tilted her head slightly and bit the tip of her tongue. Word by word, she said briskly and sharply,
"Meng. Fuyao."
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