Lu Ying's fingers tightened suddenly around her chin.
Shen Yinning felt as though her bones were about to shatter, and she immediately let out a soft, pitiful cry: "Your Highness, you're hurting me…"
"The Crown Princess Consort only learned two days ago that you returned to the capital—how could she have drugged you?!" A man who was usually composed and indifferent now seemed consumed by rage and gloom on this snowy night. "Shen Yinning, even when lying, you should know your limits!"
Shen Yinning broke free from his grip, choked with emotion. "Aside from her, I truly don't know who else it could be. Perhaps the Crown Princess Consort was pretending to only just discover that I had returned to the capital?"
The young woman twisted the facts with abandon.
But the two of them both understood: Shen Yunxi, impulsive and straightforward by nature, was incapable of such calculated restraint and subterfuge.
