Shen Yinning did not answer.
Lu Ying coaxed her, "If you beg me, I won't punish you."
Shen Yinning lay on a soft tiger-skin rug, her hairpins had fallen, leaving her dark locks scattered. Her rising and falling collarbones gleamed with the luster of fine jade. Upon hearing him, she turned her face away with evident annoyance.
Lu Ying gripped her chin, his tone carrying a hint of threat, "Shen Zhaozhao."
Shen Yinning was forced to look at him.
After a long pause, she said, "They told me to enter through the back door."
Her vermilion lips curved into a mocking smile, her fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, "Lu Ying, they say I'm the daughter of a criminal minister, a concubine, a widow. They say I only deserve to enter through the back door…"
Her tone was tranquil.
But in Lu Ying's ears, it was as if a massive stone had been thrown into the lake of his heart, stirring overwhelming waves and ripples.
He knew Shen Yinning's identity, he understood all of her pride.
