Baili An lowered his eyes, looking at the hand adorned with bright crimson nail polish that rested on the back of his own hand.
He naturally withdrew his hand and calmly accepted the handkerchief Ning Feiyan passed to him, meticulously wiping his fingertips clean.
"Madam jests," he said calmly. "The River Lord spoke to me about Hong Zhuang last night, and I have already promised her that I will save Hong Zhuang. Madam need not go to such lengths."
Mrs. Ning initially froze, then forced a bitter smile, "The Si He River Lord is someone I've watched grow up since she was a child. I know her temperament well, so why would Lord Shouhe bother to fob me off with such an absurd lie? Even if the Demon Lord was to show unprecedented mercy, I believe that with Si He River Lord's personality, she would not utter a single word of pleading for my poor Hong Zhuang."
