He chuckled and said, "You speak as if you've died once."
Jiang Li's gaze dimmed slightly.
Of course, she had died before. It was precisely because she had died once that she understood more clearly why Princess Yongning was determined to put her to death and exterminate her entire family. Because, in Princess Yongning's view, only the dead keep secrets.
"Speaking of which," Jih Heng suddenly seemed to recall something, looking at Jiang Li, he said, "Since you keep saying that your life is mine, when do you plan to give it to me? Now that Ji Shuran is dead, there are no rivals left in the Chief Minister's Residence for you."
Jiang Li was startled and looked up at him.
The young man, in his red robe contrasting with the snow, had a lazy, graceful demeanor. The pair of amber eyes were filled with a light, captivating smile, and the small red mole at the bottom of his eye added a touch of demoniac charm to his elegance.
Jiang Li lowered her eyes: "The time is not right yet."
