Li Jixian laughed and said, "Don't be angry, Princess Consort of Yu. I just have a few words to say to you."
Jiang Ning coldly said, "You can talk, but why this way? Let go of me first."
Li Jixian smiled, stepped forward, and untied the ropes on her body.
Jiang Ning secretly observed the room.
The room was not big, except for a bed, tables and chairs, there was nothing else. There were few things, but arranged very exquisitely. The burner by the window was still burning precious incense.
Jiang Ning guessed that this was Li Jixian's resting room in the East Palace.
A vague sense of unease rose in her heart.
Technically, she was the Princess Consort of Yu, Li Jixian's sister-in-law, and they should maintain a distance. But he had dragged her into his room.
Jiang Ning was not an innocent and naive little girl inexperienced in the world.
From Li Jixian's gaze at her just now, she knew that this damned scoundrel had indecent intentions.
But that was not the scariest part.
