"Besides this?" Jih Heng leaned back and played with the folding fan in his hand, asking indifferently, "Do you have any feelings for Yin Zhili?"
His movements were casual, yet there was an almost imperceptible chill in his tone. Jiang Li didn't notice; she thought for a moment before looking at Jih Heng and said earnestly, "The Duke knows that when I was Xue Fangfei, I had already suffered bitterly once; it is really not that easy for me to be swayed so lightly."
"Yin Zhili seems quite decent, and I've heard that your family quite likes him," Jih Heng said. "You don't like him at all?"
