Suddenly, she was lifted up and placed on the daybed.
Her back sank into the soft brocade quilt, and Mei Wanying's face went deathly pale.
"Your Highness, what kind of woman can't you have? Why must you torment me like this? If word of this gets out, how will the court censors impeach you? Will the neutral factions turn to Pei Yan because of this?"
Mei Wanying tried to reason with him.
'Aren't his life-and-death struggles with Pei Yan all just to secure his position as the Crown Prince?'
'Her father is a man of great merit. If the daughter of such a man suffers this humiliation, what will the hundreds of officials in the Court think?'
'What would the people of the realm think!'
"Mei Wanying, you can only blame your own misfortune. Who told you to get involved with Pei Yan? As for everything else, it is not your place to worry for me."
Used as a pawn in their struggle, Mei Wanying felt both innocent and wronged.
