Meng Yutong walked along the path into the imperial palace.
From time to time, she saw maids and eunuchs carrying lanterns along the way.
Though she had come more than once, ever since Jiang Jingyi had revealed her identity, her state of mind had changed drastically. She no longer possessed her former composure.
Jiang Jingyi's invitation into the palace was surely a weasel paying a New Year's call to a chicken—she had no good intentions.
She had even told her to find her own disciple and used a provocation tactic.
If she called Lin Heng over, setting aside whether it would be cowardly or not, as his Master, her cultivation realm was still higher than that show-off's. She had not fallen so low that she needed a rebel disciple to protect her.
Jiang Jingyi would not dare kill her either. If she still wanted to make her a maidservant, then given Lin Heng's attitude, he would surely fall out with her again.
Meng Yutong was practically hoping Jiang Jingyi would keep humiliating her. That way, she could go running to Lin Heng and whisper poison into his ear about her.
But who was Jiang Jingyi? Knowing full well that Lin Heng would be angered, how could she hand Meng Yutong something to hold over her?
"Elder Meng, Nourishing Harmony Hall is just ahead!"
"This servant still has something to attend to, so I won't escort you inside!" Eunuch Zhou led her halfway, then smiled as he turned and left with his lantern.
Meng Yutong nodded. Sweeping her Divine Sense ahead, she strode inside.
The palace was desolate and quiet.
The only sound that reached her ears was the rustle of a brush writing across paper. Jiang Jingyi stood before a table, brush in hand, copying a portrait.
When she saw