Lu Ying lowered his gaze to look at her. "Was it you who did that to Gan Tangwei?"
Shen Yinning felt her scalp tingle under his scrutiny. "It seems... it might have been."
Lu Ying's jawline tightened as he suppressed his temper. "What do you mean, 'it might have been'?"
"If Your Highness believes it was I who did it, then it was I who did it, wasn't it? Anyhow, no matter how I explain, you won't believe me."
Lu Ying's brows pressed down as his expression darkened.
The way she said it sounded so insincere.
Anyone not in the know would think he had wrongly accused this fox spirit.
He demanded, "Why?"
Was she upset at the thought of his favor toward Gan Tangwei?
Considering the love letters Shen Yinning had sent to the Eastern Palace, an absurd thought occurred to Lu Ying—it was as if Shen Yinning was jealous, fighting for his attention.
But reason told him that Shen Yinning was not such a person.
Shen Yinning plucked at the grass on the ground distractedly.
