The oil lamp burned on the table.
Mu Lianhui lay on the couch, half of her body hidden in the indistinct light, with a book covering her face. From Lian Shi's angle, she couldn't see Mu Lianhui's expression.
Lian Shi frowned deeply, her eyes filled only with helplessness.
She knew Mu Lianhui was being perfunctory with her, even using the book as a shield.
The light wasn't bright enough over the couch, how could Mu Lianhui possibly see the words on the page clearly?
Lian Shi thought to herself, delaying like this wasn't a solution. She propped herself up and moved to the edge of the couch, lightly tapped on the book twice: "Hui'er, are you really not plotting against Prince Rui?"
Mu Lianhui's voice came from behind the book, muffled and impatient: "I said I'm not."
