Liu Ye arranged a palanquin.
Ming Lingyi didn't comment on whether it was appropriate. Since it had been arranged, she was certainly not going to walk if she didn't have to. As for what others might say, she was only going to be in the palace for a short while. 'What does their gossip have to do with me?'
The scenery along the way seemed no different from five years ago. Ming Lingyi only stepped down when she reached the entrance to Taiji Palace.
"Your Grace, please," Liu Ye said, bowing respectfully.
Ming Lingyi let out a soft chuckle. 'My identity is probably no secret to those around Li Yun.' "Mr. Liu," she said, "I'm not any 'Your Grace' now. You should just call me Miss Ming."
Liu Ye was speechless.
He gave a dry laugh. 'I can't possibly respond to that.'
If he dared to call her "Miss Ming" today, he wouldn't even have to wait until tomorrow. He, the Grand Steward, would be sent off to scrub chamber pots.
