After having breakfast with the Eldest Young Madam and Liu Shengnan, Ping Jing watched his wife help Liu Shengnan take a walk in the garden. Then, he shut himself in his room. He quietly reflected on everything that had happened recently, slowly piecing together the conversation he'd just had with Ping'an and Li Xiu.
It wasn't that he was overly suspicious, but the past calamity had been too devastating. He had to be cautious, extremely cautious, terrified that even the slightest misstep would hurt Ping'an. That was his brother, born of the same mother, the little brother he had raised himself. 'How could I possibly bear to see him harmed in any way!'
But this Li Jincheng… On the one hand, his conduct was honorable and open, yet on the other, his grand strategies revealed a deep, calculating mind. 'Even now, I still don't know if I can trust him!'
