Faced with her cry of surprise and her questions, Jiang Jingyi and Wen Zhou both looked at her at the same time, though their gazes seemed a little strange.
Wen Zhou said, "Heh! Lady Ziyan, even now, you're still putting on this fake act. Who are you showing it to?"
Murong Ziyan said, "No, who exactly are you talking about! Why can't I understand a word!"
Wen Zhou said, "You don't understand? Don't tell this inspector that, as the Female Emperor's personal attendant, you don't even know who her man is."
Murong Ziyan's brain crashed for a moment, and she was struck completely dumb.
"Over twenty, a greenhorn brat, could it be... is it... Lin... Lin Heng?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Murong Ziyan shook her head fiercely and said with righteous conviction that Lin Heng was the Chief Steward Lin appointed by the Supreme One, and sooner or later he was to become Xiao Linzi, dedicated to serving in the harem.
"Cough, cough!" Jiang Jingyi's old face flushed faintly red, and she could not help coughing awkwardly. "That is right, Lin Heng is only a Xiao Linzi of mine in the harem."
"Though this emperor's harem is large, for now it can only hold him alone."
"Hahahaha, did you hear that, Wen Zhou... Her Majesty the Female Emperor simply doesn't..."
"Ah... wait, why can it only hold one?"
Smack!
A palm fell, and Murong Ziyan once again transformed into a kite, flying over near the great hall's door pillar.
She sprawled on the ground, falling flat on her face and eating mud like a dog.
Jiang Jingyi truly could not bear her foolish look.
The words had already been spoken to this extent, yet she was still questioning it.
So Murong Ziyan had followed by her side for so long, and