A tall shadow loomed from behind, a calloused hand pressing against the butterfly bone of the young girl's shoulder blade. Lu Ying looked down at her from above.
His narrowed eyes were deep and dark, brimming with blatant mockery.
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Besides, Luoyang, being the unavoidable passage southward, is Wen Family's territory. And now that the Wen Family has chosen to align through marriage with Lu Zhengliu—if my uncle moves south, would the Wen Family not inform Lu Zhengliu? You're far too clever, Commandery Princess, not to grasp this logic. Cui Ji, jealous as always, must have fabricated those tales out of envy. You shouldn't fall for his trickery…"
The young man's hand steadied her slender waist while his other hand coiled around her long hair. Though his manner was that of an invader, each word he addressed her with was eerily courteous, "Commandery Princess."
