"Who are you?" Zhixi's tone was icy.
"I... My surname is Li, with the given name Jiao," the girl said, slightly ill at ease.
"Li Jiao," Zhixi repeated with a light laugh, then turned to Li Bo, "You go take a rest. I'd like to have a few words alone with Miss Li."
Li Bo hesitated for a moment, but remembering that this woman was sent by He Yirong, and would likely not harm the Young Mistress, he nodded his head and turned to leave.
"You can speak now," Zhixi said to Li Jiao, her face almost expressionless.
Li Jiao seemed even more uncomfortable under her demeanor, her face flushed with effort before she finally managed to say, "Last... last night, Mr. He was with me."
Zhixi's hands suddenly clenched.
"'With you'—what does that mean?" she asked, her smile tinged with sarcasm.
