The last person Li Cheng wanted to see right now was Prince Zhao.
Yet he couldn't just throw the man out.
His mood soured even further.
They had already dropped all pretenses, so Li Cheng couldn't be bothered to keep up the act. He asked in a hostile tone.
"After going to all this trouble, what is it you want from me?"
Li Ji smiled faintly. His gaze swept past the Crown Prince to land on Lin Qingzhi, who was kneeling to the side, quietly preparing tea.
The Crown Prince followed his gaze, and his expression instantly darkened.
Just then, Lin Qingzhi looked up, her eyes meeting Prince Zhao's narrow, ink-black gaze. Her hands trembled with fright, nearly spilling the tea.
'This is bad,' she panicked inwardly. 'Don't tell me Prince Zhao wants to take me?'
She hastily set down the teapot and glanced anxiously at the Crown Prince, only to see that his face was as black as thunder and incredibly grim.
'It's over,' Lin Qingzhi thought.
