Mei-Mei stared down at the former great love of her life, now her worst enemy in the world, her own husband Mo Liang. As she gave him the coldest look she had given anyone in her life she wondered if the words shame existed in his dictionary. It was one thing to weasel your way into the house of your wife that you intended to divorce and another to bring your mistress and bastard child into that house to seek shelter.
After ending the call with the emperor, she had told security to let them in because she realized this divorce would not be a walk in the park. It was better to have Mo Liang under her thumb for a while as she destroyed him little by little rather than to have him out there getting help from powerful sources. Mingzhu had to be protected at all costs.
So, she welcomed them, not into her home but a hell in which they would burn and repent of their sins.
