"Why is your face so red?"
Rong Si looked at Zhi Jin, who was kneeling on the ground, and slightly frowned with a hint of impatience in her voice.
Wasn't she just supposed to test Li Qingmu? Why did she come back acting so shy instead?
"Princess, it's the servant's incompetence; I couldn't get the job done."
"Incompetence? What happened? Speak!"
Rong Si's expression turned icy, her fists clenched tightly, clearly showing anger.
This anger was due to feeling deceived.
She trusted this son so much, and now it turns out to all be a pretense?
Does he take her for a fool? A laughingstock?
Just when Rong Si felt overwhelmingly annoyed, Zhi Jin sorrowfully said, "The Eldest Young Master... seems to be very interested in me, he... he was very proactive."
"What?"
Rong Si was stunned; the stark contrast left her a bit slow to react.
She stared blankly at Zhi Jin, who was kneeling on the ground with an embarrassed and unashamed face. After a long while, she softly chuckled.
