Lu Xinghe muttered to himself.
As expected!
On the surface, he feigned shock: "The Tang Sect is at the Prince's disposal. It seems this time the Prince is bound to succeed spectacularly! Using Tang Sect people—could it be to poison that person?"
Lu Xingchi's face darkened: "That's not for you to ask!"
"The palace orders might arrive tomorrow. Go rest early tonight. As for that painting…"
Lu Xinghe chuckled: "Say no more, I can promise one thing: I'll never mistake a woman on this earth. Even if that Consort Liu were reduced to ashes, I'd still recognize her!"
"You'd best hope so. For Consort Liu to live under the Empress's shadow for years and even thrive, she must have some tricks up her sleeve. Don't take this lightly!"
Lu Xinghe lazily responded with a casual "yes" and rubbed his backside as he strolled off toward the room allotted to him.
Once he was out of Lu Xingchi's sight, his expression grew grave.
