Huo Mingyan tightened her hands.
Her cousin knew she was entertaining guests here—why did he suddenly barge in?
And he used that kind of gaze to look at Shen Yinning—
That gaze, dense and unclear, complex and obscure, emotions surging—it was by no means innocent.
Yet her cousin had never used such a gaze on any other woman in the harem.
Thinking back to how her cousin still called out Shen Yinning's name even when unconscious, Huo Mingyan's heart seemed gripped tightly by an invisible hand. The pain was so intense she had to clench her palm to suppress the jealousy in her expression.
She lowered her head, stood up, and bowed respectfully: "Much health to Your Majesty."
Shen Yinning followed suit, bowing.
Lu Ying's burning gaze remained fixed on Shen Yinning.
He wanted so badly to ask her: if he no longer minded her betrayal with Lu Shiyan back then, if he no longer cared about her three years with Cui Ji in Gan State, if he no longer cared about her carrying Cui Ji's child…
