Lu Ying lowered his gaze and plucked at the bowstring.
That fox spirit… betting on Huo Mingxu to win?
Huo Mingxu held his bow and arrows, completely unaware of the sharp chill that suddenly emanated from Lu Ying. Instead, he curiously looked toward the sidelines.
By the railing stood Shen Yinning.
Even surrounded by ladies flaunting themselves, she remained the center of attention, like the most luscious, vibrant peony in a garden of flowers.
Huo Mingxu, in the prime of his youth, couldn't withstand the gaze of Shen Yinning's sly, smiling fox-like eyes. His face turned red from ear to neck, and even his posture holding the bow and arrows became awkward.
Suppressing the tumultuous flutter in his chest, he stared straight at Shen Yinning, the corners of his lips involuntarily curving into a smile. He said to Lu Ying, "Cousin, look! Princess Zhaoning seems to be looking at me! Cousin… Cousin?"
