At the palace banquet, silk and bamboo were spread out, and the aroma of wine floated. Shen Zhi was lowering his eyes to play with the amber wine in the cup, when he caught a glimpse of a burning gaze from the corner of his eye, fixed on his nephew Shen Yi beside him, and never looked away for a moment.
Shen Zhi raised his eyes and saw that it was Lu Zhaoheng!
He was sitting on the seat opposite, with his hair bound by a golden crown and a brocade robe and jade belt. There was a rare interest in his brows and eyes, his eyes fixed on Shen Yi, like a hunter staring at his favorite prey, as focused as he was.
But Shen Yi didn't realize anything was wrong!
Shen Zhi's heart suddenly shook, as if struck by thunder, his fingertips trembled, and the wine in the cup almost poured out. Then he hurriedly gathered his thoughts and lowered his head to hide the turbulent waves surging in his eyes.
The truth about the mass murder in her previous life gradually dissipated like quicksand between her fingers. She tried her best to hold on tightly, but she couldn't catch even a single fragment.
However, Lu Zhaoheng's ridiculous look shocked him severely!
