Not wanting to be stared at like prey, Leng Yu Yan got out of bed.
Suddenly, Ye Yiheng's voice demanded sharply, "Why did you meet Ji Qingyu?"
His voice was cold and thin, like an unfriendly chill wind.
"I wanted to," she said deliberately, continuing her stride toward the door.
"Do you not know his intentions? And yet you still drank with him!"
"His intentions?" she paused to inquire.
With eyes unblinking, Ye Yiheng asked coldly, "Do you not know how dangerous it is to drink with someone whose intentions are impure?"
"Isn't he now a sworn brother to Your Highness? Didn't he say we are friends? Who was it that told me to accept the orange wine he gave? Now you turn around and question me," Leng Yu Yan scoffed coldly.
Since returning from the East Suburb to the Eastern Palace on May 9th until today, May 17th, these have been the most words he has spoken to her during these days.
She was not someone to be summoned or dismissed at whim.
