Si Mingjing's body stiffened in an instant, her legs nearly gave way. Intuition told her that the way this man looked at her was unsettling. Could this be a smile that hid a dagger?
It seemed she was bound to face a calamity tonight, whether at the hands of Grandpa Song and Song Pianlan, or from this powerful, high-ranking Crown Prince. What was coming couldn't be avoided.
Mo Yinhe's gaze was deep and lingering; it never strayed from Si Mingjing, nor was he willing to look away.
That captivating scent indeed emanated from her.
Who was this woman?
Young Ye Nianbai was still tugging on Si Mingjing's arm. Seeing her stand still as if rooted to the spot, he thought she was unwilling to move. Angrily, he exclaimed, "Jingjing, come home with the young master! You are the young master's woman; the young master's home is your home! Let's go!"
"Mingjing, let's go."
