Mei Meng blinked, quickly regaining her composure.
Her smile was bewitchingly beautiful. "I was wondering who it was. So it's you."
Seeing "Ning Yan's" face reminded Mei Meng of their unpleasant clash last time. She complained coyly, "Attendant Official Ning, you're a magnanimous person. Why hold a grudge against a weak woman like me?"
"Ning Yan" answered with a sword thrust straight at her.
Mei Meng's smile froze in midair. She dodged aside.
Her voice grew a little sweeter and more seductive, enough to make one's bones go soft. She grew bolder still, brushing her slender fingers along "Ning Yan's" sword and under her chin, then catching a strand of her flying hair. "Ning Yan" was startled at first, then realized she'd actually been teased—no, provoked! Her eyes turned sharply cold, her Killing Intent pressing down like a storm, and her sword shot straight for Mei Meng's vitals.
Mei Meng wasn't skilled at martial arts. Her Six Arts of the Gentleman were barely passable, so she naturally couldn't withstand "Ning Yan's" relentless attacks. A sword pierced the center of her heart. Shock and fear showed in her eyes as her gaze moved from her chest to "Ning Yan's" face, so close at hand, as if she couldn't believe what had happened. But in the very next instant, she gave a mocking chuckle. "Attendant Official Ning, what a cruel heart you have. You don't know how to cherish a pretty woman."
The moment she thrust her sword, "Ning Yan" knew something was wrong.
Sure enough, Mei Meng dipped a finger into a drop of her own blood and gently rubbed it between two fingers. Her smile was beguiling enough to muddle the mind, yet she spoke with unhurried composure. "This time, I don't have anyone guarding me, but I still understand