However, things didn't go as planned.
When the voices inside the room fell silent, the person outside knew he had been discovered.
He leisurely emerged from behind the door.
It was none other than Prince Zhao, Li Ji!
His face was still deathly pale, his lips completely bloodless. He wore a loose-fitting, pale lavender-blue robe, his jet-black hair tied loosely with a ribbon. A single strand fell along his cheek.
In this state, looking both casual and fragile, he was somehow even more captivating than before.
Hua Manman, however, was in no mood to admire the scoundrel's good looks.
Her heart hammered in her chest and a cold sweat broke out on her back. She wished she could turn back time and beat her past self to death for spouting such nonsense.
'It's over! I'm done for!'
'The scoundrel definitely heard everything I just said.'
'With his petty, vindictive nature, he'll never let me off easy.'
