When Cui Ji was ushered in, he saw the room illuminated by candlelight. A young woman sat at the edge of the bed, her fragrant shoulders partially exposed, while behind her Lu Ying sat leaning back with disheveled attire.
He frowned slightly, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction: "Commandery Princess."
"Speak directly. I'm busy."
"Busy indulging the fallen Crown Prince?" Cui Ji suppressed his anger. "Commandery Princess knows full well how dangerous this man is, yet insists on keeping him by her side. Are you not afraid this will one day bring disaster upon yourself? Or has your liking for him already outweighed your sense of danger? Just toppling Lu Ying—is that all? Have you forgotten that your true enemy is still comfortably holding his Lordship as Duke?"
Shen Yinning smirked faintly. "Your tone almost makes me sound like a tyrant indulging in debauchery, and him, the bewitcher who seduced me."
Cui Ji said nothing, yet his expression betrayed that he indeed agreed.
