When it came to Mei Wanying, Pei Yan could never remain indifferent.
On this point, the Empress Dowager had guessed correctly.
He appeared in the Empress Dowager's palace, his expression as detached as ever, as if he cared about nothing.
But the Empress Dowager knew she already had the upper hand.
Mei Wanying was Pei Yan's Achilles' heel.
As long as she was the bait, Pei Yan was sure to take it!
The corners of the Empress Dowager's mouth twitched, revealing an expression that was half-smile, half-excitement.
To think that the Pei Family could produce someone so smitten.
How truly rare!
"Ah Yan, you've come."
The Empress Dowager's voice was weak. She was half-reclined against a soft pillow, with only a Palace Maid beside her to serve medicinal tea.
Pei Yan stopped at a distance, neither too far nor too close. Perhaps it was because he was born cold, but the sight before him stirred not a single ripple in his heart.
