In this life, since she had transmigrated into this body, she and Xiang Long Wei were mortal enemies, and they would forever remain enemies.
"There's no need to worry. The Emperor hasn't stepped into the harem much this past month. With the war approaching, he won't have the mind to care about small matters like this," Mei Liang said calmly.
"But Mistress, I'm still afraid…" Cuìyù's voice trembled.
Cuiyu's anxious expression didn't escape Mei Liang's notice. This was exactly what people called—"the Emperor isn't anxious, but the eunuch is."
A faint smile curved Mei Liang's lips. She knew Cuiyu was only being cautious, but this was something she had already decided.
"Just make sure the pills are hidden well. No one must find out." Mei Liang's tone was light, but the weight behind her words was unshakable.
Before Cuìyù could argue further, Lánxīn returned with the ointment, and the conversation abruptly ended.
