Lu Ying raised his eyes and glanced at him.
Xue Ling feigned innocence: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Do you understand matters of the heart?"
Xue Ling stammered, dabbing his fingertips clean with a handkerchief: "Not… not really."
"Then keep quiet."
Lu Ying's expression remained calm throughout; even his tone was placid, as if he genuinely no longer cared about Shen Yinning.
But when Xue Ling met those serene, narrow eyes, he felt a sudden, inexplicable chill that raised a thin layer of cold sweat upon him.
Lu Ying's demeanor gave off the sense of a gentle surface of the water, hiding ferocious waves that could devour someone whole.
Xue Ling coughed lightly, not daring to provoke Lu Ying any further. Gathering his wide sleeves, he hurried away.
The Imperial Study fell into silence.
Lu Ying lowered his gaze and resumed reviewing the memorials.
