Behind the Scenes

From the peak to the bottom, from the bottom to climbing again, Madam Meng had weathered crisis after crisis, yet her appearance had barely changed.

She was not the kind of woman who won forgiveness by bending over backward and swallowing every indignity. Even in the most miserable circumstances, she would never sacrifice her looks. Above all, she did not believe in so-called marital affection. After living with the Unrivaled King for many years, she was certain of one thing: as long as she remained useful, he would not let her go easily.

Madam Meng's value lay in her intelligence and her family name.

Two people sat before her. One was her own son, who had been lost from her for many years—her hope, her everything, the only person in the world for whom she felt genuine affection. The other was the Dragon King, whose appearance and bearing, after his disguise, were utterly unlike anything in her memories.

Arranging this meeting had taken considerable effort. The Dragon King did not entirely trust the mother and son. Shangguan Fei had made one promise after another, even volunteering to stay at the Dragon King's side as a hostage, while Meng Mingshu had acted as intermediary and offered his private residence as the meeting place.

Madam Meng had first gone to visit Meng Yuzun, provoking a minor verbal altercation. She had left Bodhi Garden looking displeased, then naturally proceeded to Meng Mingshu's residence to "complain" to the heir of the Meng Family.

"Five years." Madam Meng could not help sighing. "I've thought of Huan Nu at a time like this. I hope the Dragon King doesn't mind?"

Gu Shenwei shook his head. "I've never forgotten who I used to be, either."

Madam Meng smiled. "Did Fei'er pass on my thanks? The Dragon King