From the beginning up until now, Su Mei Fan has been cursing under her breath. Her usual moistured eyes have long turned dry from all the glaring she was shooting to the carriages in front. The handkerchief in her hands turned wrinkled beyond recognition.
Again and again, she sacrificed many opportunities to be with her majesty just to prevent Ye Ai Ning from joining them at the Autumn Hunt.
Many times, she willingly tumbled into the ground, bringing porcelains and inks with her. Not once, has she done it halfheartedly. The bruises, cuts, and scars in her skin are proof of her mighty acts.
Even when she's dying inside with worry when the empress has fallen sick, Su Mei Fan stone her heart and didn't run to her side.
She could have stayed right next to the empress while she nurses her to health. Feed her while she leans to her embrace. And then, when she's feeling hot all over with the fever, strip her with all her clothes, wipe her whole body and feel her skin under her palms.
