"What you're saying is," Shen Xinghan's eyebrows knit tightly together, "Shen Yinning?"
Xue Ling glanced at Lu Ying, coughed lightly, and said, "I didn't say anything."
Shen Yunxi was puzzled: "Leaving aside where that wretch even got the skills to forge so many letters, why would she bring us here? The private room is filled with rare delicacies and fine wines—why would she spend a fortune arranging such a sumptuous banquet for us? Is she trying to please us?"
Lu Shiyan shook his head.
Zhaozhao loathed Shen Yunxi's family to the bone; he didn't believe Zhaozhao would go about pleasing them in this manner.
He turned to Lu Ying: "What do you think?"
Lu Ying remained silent, only lowering his eyes to the letter in his hand.
The faint scent of peach blossoms lingered on the letter.
She lied to him.
She had lied to him again.
He thought she wanted to reconcile with him tonight, but instead, she'd set a trap and invited everyone to Gold & Jade Pavilion.
