In truth, Cui Ji's appearance was extraordinarily refined—rosy lips, pearly teeth, and a clear, elegant demeanor. Now imbued with the aristocratic aura of the Capital, he appeared even more like a jade tree standing proud in the wind.
He hardly seemed like someone who could have come from a common family.
Cui Ji snatched the jade ring and stuffed it back into his robes.
As he rebuttoned his mandarin collar, his gaze never left Shen Yinning's face. "Cui Ji is no one else. In front of Madam, Cui Ji is just Cui Ji—the destitute scholar Madam once found by the roadside, the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Justice whom Madam raised up with her own hands."
Shen Yinning had already guessed much about his background.
Seeing that he was unwilling to speak plainly, she refrained from pressing further.
