After all these years, could he have finally noticed her presence?
Though secretly delighted, Li ngjun remained cautious, "I... ngjun wouldn’t dare, you possess such divine grace, how could ngjun ever presu to covet you!"
"So you an to say, you don’t like ?"
At this mont, Li ngjun kept her head bowed, unaware of the increasingly cold expression on An Bingfeng’s face.
"No... ngjun doesn’t dislike you, ngjun..."
Upon hearing this, Li ngjun instinctively retorted, disregarding her shyness and directly raised her head.
Her cheeks were flushed; although she was already in her thirties, she still retained a girlish deanor, with skin smooth and delicate, showing no signs of aging.
Compared to the almost thirty-year-old Yan Shi, Yan Shi seed even older than her.
But, regardless of what she looked like, in An Bingfeng’s eyes and heart, it made no difference.
Seeing the shy deanor of Li ngjun, An Bingfeng sneered, "One mont you dislike, the next you like—such equivocation akin to Han Shuo’s words—why don’t you just say, what’s your true purpose in staying by my side?"
An Bingfeng’s indifferent voice made Li ngjun’s heart shudder, hastily trying to co up with an excuse.
Yet suddenly she thought.
This might already be her last chance to confess to the Lord.
Having stayed in the Pri Minister Residence, observing the Lord’s every movent in secret, she naturally knew, all these years, no woman was able to truly enter the Lord’s heart.
Even Yan Shi was rely a tool for the Lord to bear children.
This tool-like existence was sothing she couldn’t envy nor desire.
Now, she was already a woman in her thirties, long past the age for marriage and childbearing.
Spending her life in the Pri Minister Residence, only able to watch him from afar without even the chance to get close—is this what she truly wanted?
No, she wouldn’t accept it.
If she could truly protect him quietly, then what was the use of her various scheming efforts all these years? What a waste!
Thinking this, Li ngjun suddenly lifted her head, determination flickering in her eyes, "My Lord, ngjun has a fondness for you. Since the year my brother passed away, from the mont ngjun first saw you, she has harbored affection. ngjun desires nothing else in this life, nor dares to seek renown during turbulent tis, only hoping to remain by your side, serving you, pouring tea and water, at your disposal, hoping the Lord can give ngjun a chance."
Under An Bingfeng’s piercing gaze, the more Li ngjun spoke, the more guilty she felt.
In the end, with her eyes dodging, she no longer dared face An Bingfeng, her heart growing increasingly uneasy.
Because she couldn’t discern the Lord’s thoughts, yet she understood well that she never held a place in his heart.
And in An Bingfeng’s heart, there was a similar heaviness.
Sikong Wuyou wasn’t lying; Li ngjun had stayed at the Pri Minister Residence for years under various pretenses, indeed with improper intentions towards him.
At the sa ti, it made him increasingly disgusted.
Since becoming the Pri Minister of Dongyue, there had been countless people attempting to gain his favor, and nurous attempts to seduce him.
But no one understood how much he loathed such matters.
And now recalling the past...
An Bingfeng’s brows furrowed, his aura turning increasingly violent.
However, in order to get to the truth of the matter, he restrained the impulse to have Li ngjun taken away and asked, "So you’re saying, the assassination of Yan Shi was also your doing?"
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