Mei Ji's original plan was simply to use her looks to seduce Ye Liuyun, and have him help her get into the Imperial Palace.
To find Yan Fuhai's sleeping quarters.
As for the idea of using Ye Liuyun's strength to deal with Yan Fuhai together, Mei Ji really hadn't considered that.
Her own hatred.
No need to drag innocent people into it.
"So, what, you're actually some kind of saint!"
Hearing Ye Liuyun's mocking tone.
Mei Ji replied unhappily.
"You don't have to mock me like that. Anyway, I'm in your hands now, so do as you please. Dying at the hands of Yan Fuhai or at yours—there really isn't much difference!"
With that, Mei Ji closed her eyes, resigning herself to death.
However.
From her trembling eyelashes, it was clear that she wasn't calm inside at all.
Which made sense—how many people in this world can truly stay unfazed when facing death? You're still scared, no matter what you pretend.
What a shame.
She didn't even get to see Yan Fuhai's face before dying.
