Chen Yi's hand paused at the sound, and he furrowed his brows, saying: "Zhu E?"
The fingers of the graceful woman in the bright yellow palace robe halted for a moment, then pretended to be unaffected as she turned another page of the book, lowering her head without looking at him. After a moment, she replied softly: "Did the Sect Hierarch see through it all?"
The flickering candlelight revealed the Buddhist scripture in her hand was alluringly blurred. The woman's lowered eyes hinted at a bit of seductive charm as she crossed her legs, displaying all her allure.
He looked at this face exactly like that of Empress An in his memory, even the tiny mole at the end of her brow was identical, yet beneath the skin, the bone structure was ultimately another person. Zhu E, the legitimate daughter of the Zhu Family from Nanwei, the Princess married to Qin Qingluo, the Bright Saintess.
"Where is she?"
He asked with utmost simplicity, shifting the direction of his unresolved killing intent.
