It was unclear when Ye Linyuan had arrived, or how much of their conversation he had overheard.
But the cold, gloomy gaze he sent her way was heavy with a sense of bitter grievance.
It inexplicably brought to mind a scene from a palace-intrigue drama: a favored consort, having heard the Emperor took a fancy to some palace maid and planned to promote her, now standing at the door to block their path.
Jiang Qingli was almost amused by her own imagination and quickly schooled her features into a serious expression, trying to explain. "I didn't ignore your message on purpose. When you sent it yesterday, I think I was in the shower and didn't see it. Yi Nuo told me about it later."
"Is that so?" Ye Linyuan snorted, his eyes narrowing, his tone thick with condemnation.
Jiang Qingli: "..."
'Such intense resentment.'
'Could it be the effect of the marking?'
Jiang Qingli walked forward and tilted her head up to look at Ye Linyuan.
