Pushing open that door, a figure draped lazily on the Noble Consort Chair came into view.
Dressed in black, his lavish presence was imposing. He leisurely poured a cup of tea, raised his head to look over, and revealed a face peerlessly handsome.
Mingshu's brows furrowed abruptly—didn't this man look familiar?
Where had she seen him before?
Her brows knitted as she pondered, then suddenly a lightbulb went off in her mind!
That lecher she had encountered on the painted boat that night!
At the time, she had grabbed someone at random to avoid the chancellor, but the man had taken the opportunity to take advantage of her!
Thinking back, Mingshu's eyes narrowed with displeasure, and a hint of suspicion flitted through her heart—how could this man be here?
Fu Mingye, upon seeing Mingshu, was also surprised, recognizing her almost instantly. Clearly, he had a very deep impression of this woman with whom he had a fleeting acquaintance.
