And Hell's Wan Ge could see the seat of Li Xiuning.
"A little bit..." Hell's Wan Ge crossed her slender legs; her nails, rounded and clean yet still capable of slicing iron, gently slid across the fine wooden tabletop.
"That Li Jiancheng didn't look at you and me with that kind of gaze today, and he wasn't the one ordering; it was that woman. It seems that her status is higher than Li Jiancheng and Li Xiuning, and Li Jiancheng has improper thoughts about her, so he has to restrain himself cautiously. Considering his ambition and political stance, it's either someone from the Yuwen Clan or the Song Clan's lady sitting nearby; the only possibility left is someone from the Dugu Family Clique or Cihang Calming Studio..."
Cihang Calming Studio? Sui Yi exchanged a glance with Hell's Wan Ge. Who is this woman?
Perhaps.
"But there's also a third possibility," Sui Yi's eyes deepened with a gentle tone, "the Imperial Family."
Hmm?
