Lu Ying's gaze was deep and unfathomable.
The woman before him had long lost the fragility and innocence of her girlhood.
His hatred for her deepened further. He said, "Meeting Cui Ji in secret, lying to me—Shen Yinning, tell me, how should I punish you?"
Shen Yinning lowered her lashes in grievance.
The autumn night was cold; she wrapped her slender arms around herself, shedding tears relentlessly.
Lu Ying no longer looked at her and ordered De Sun, "Summon Cui Ji."
The night had grown late.
When Cui Ji arrived, he saw Shen Yinning, disheveled, kneeling before the desk.
On the other hand, Lu Ying sat with composure in the seat of honor, flipping through a book.
Cui Ji steadied his emotions, kept his gaze fixed, and bowed formally to Lu Ying: "This humble servant greets the Crown Prince."
Lu Ying lifted his eyelids.
