Jian Shichu cocked his head to look at her.
She wore a violet gown that evening, with her jet-black hair cascading down, and her delicate features became even more exquisite and charming under the crystal lights. Her demeanor was light, refined, and noble. Looking down from her elevated position, she resembled an elegant and haughty princess.
Jian Shichu's eyes suddenly filled with affection as he admired Ye Qingci with a gaze full of appreciation and amazement, "Wasn't it still on the dressing table this morning? How come it's gone now?"
"Yes," Ye Qingci said, "I just saw it a moment ago, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye."
Even though Ye Qingci hadn't discussed with Jian Shichu the way to take revenge for Qingyang, as soon as she asked, Jian Shichu immediately knew what she was up to and cooperated, saying, "How could this be? Who went upstairs just now?"
