Jiang Moxi directly brushed away the man's hand that was holding her chin, her eyes starkly confronting Fu Youhan through her porcelain-like skin, clear and bright.
"Not at all. He just thinks you're too handsome, afraid you're the Evil Concubine that brings disaster to the country, which would hinder my career."
Si Lin has always been at odds with Fu Youhan. How could such a person possibly compliment Fu Youhan on his looks?
Jiang Moxi was clearly telling blatant lies.
But Fu Youhan couldn't deny that Jiang Moxi's nonsense struck a chord with him, diffusing much of his anger from moments ago.
Thus, he found the leisure to banter with Jiang Moxi again.
"What kind of career are you pursuing? Who knows, I might not only not hinder you; I might even lend you a helping hand!"
Jiang Moxi, looking at the sincerity in Fu Youhan's eyes, showed a hint of hesitation in her clear eyes.
She wanted to ask Fu Youhan, if her career was that of an assassin, would he still support her!
