"Xiang, Mr. Xiang."

Feng Yinyin turned her head in panic, her voice full of confusion.

"I didn't mean to..."

Bu Zhan didn't even look at her and passed her by.

Suddenly a gust of breeze fell on Jiang Ling.

The slightly cold wind, carrying the familiar scent of sandalwood, suddenly diluted the sweetness of the powder around him. The man's footsteps were silent, only the jade pendant around his waist made a crisp sound, and the jade pendant was as bright as the bright moon.

It is white and flawless, glowing with a cold light.

Just one look at it will make you feel scared for no reason.

The ground was in a mess. Tan Zhao looked suspicious and followed his prime minister over.

I saw Ms. Feng standing next to the eldest lady with an aggrieved look on her face. The latter was bent over and picking up things. There were many new clothes in bright colors scattered on the ground. Such festive colors were very suitable for the New Year, but...

…

Sure enough, the next moment, Bu Zhan said coldly:

"Throw it away."

The air around him suddenly became frozen.

Jiang Ling raised her face in astonishment, looking at his smooth jade-like jaw and his eyes that were so plain and indifferent.

She didn't seem to understand, and there was a bit of confusion in her clear eyes.

Bu Zhan lowered his eyelashes and looked at her.

His eyelashes were thickly black, slightly giving off a cold light. His long and narrow phoenix eyes looked a bit breathtakingly beautiful at this moment.

Jiang Ling had nothing on his mind at the moment, he was only thinking about what he had just said.

What did he say?

Feng Yinyin raised her sharp, white chin and stared at the delicate girl on the ground - she still looked so docile and harmless, so false that it was disgusting.

So she said: "The prime minister said that all these things should be thrown out."

Jiang Ling's fingers holding the new clothes were slightly stiff.

She didn't look at Feng.

The girl's eyes were filled with astonishment and inquiry, her gaze was pure, and she stared at Bu Zhan.

After a while, she heard her trembling voice:

"Why?"

This sound was not loud, and even sounded a little weak in the empty courtyard, but it made the man frown slightly.

He lowered his eyelashes and looked at her.

Her shoulders seemed to be trembling, and her lips became slightly white. Perhaps she was nervous, or perhaps she was afraid. The girl bit her lower lip, and tears of grievance suddenly filled her eyes.

Even so, she raised her face and looked directly at him.

The man's eyes were slightly cold.

——She...is she resisting him?

The cold wind was freezing, and Jiang Ling's breathing was stagnant. After a moment, she heard Feng's sneer.

"The eldest madam has just come to the prime minister's house. Maybe she doesn't know that the prime minister will have a headache when he sees something big red."
Chapter completed!