Lu Ying walked to the bed with a stern face: "Get up!"
Shen Yinning wrapped herself in the quilt, revealing only a pair of pitiable eyes: "It's not that I insist on staying here, but my cousin sent assassins to kill me. I encountered them halfway and was so frightened, with nowhere to go, I had no choice but to return. I only beg Your Highness, for the sake of past affections, to save my life…"
Lu Ying knew that this vixen wouldn't lie about something like this.
The Imperial Family and court officials were staying at Shengguo Temple. Shen Xinghan arranging assassins in a temple—how audacious and reckless.
He had merely wanted to send Shen Yinning far away, not take her life. Thinking this, he finally said, "You sleep on the soft couch."
To Shen Yinning, sleeping on the soft couch was better than going back to her death.
She carried her quilt to the soft couch, but Lu Ying grabbed one corner: "That's my quilt."
"You're so stingy."
