Jiang Jingyi: I still liked that unruly, untamed look you had before!
Back then, she had tried every possible way to persuade her not to casually make a bet with Lin Heng.
From dowry maid, to directly becoming his personal maid—those were all things you had sworn to yourself.
No one could drag you back.
And hadn't you said you definitely would not lose?
So why had you come running over now, hugging a thigh and begging for help!
"Ziyan, what do you want this emperor to say? Who was it back then who swore up and down, saying 'the advantage is mine'? I heard that line no fewer than five or six times. And what are you doing now?"
"Miss, I was wrong... you can't just abandon me!! I'm your close minister, the commander of the Messenger Guard, in charge of affairs inside and outside the imperial palace. If I become Lin Heng's maid, who will serve you, Miss!"
Murong Ziyan still wanted to use her status and contributions to beg for rescue.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Jingyi did not buy it at all.
"Hmph! Only now do you remember that you're the commander of the Messenger Guard, this emperor's close minister? Why didn't you think of that when you were making the bet?"
"It's not that you know you were wrong, it's that you know if I don't speak up... you'll have to become a maid!" Jiang Jingyi almost blurted out that classic line.
"Also, right now, you and I are talking official business. In private, you call me Miss, whatever. But now that you're asking someone for help, what should you call me?"
"Su-Supreme One!!" Joy rose in Murong Ziyan's heart. From the Female Emperor's meaning, it seemed as if she was going to speak up for her.
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