"I can't see it. For a girl to have such a kind character, oh no, she should change her name to Jiang Jing, the legitimate daughter of the Nanyue Jiang family." Wang Junan's folding fan gently brushed the ends of her hair.
Jiang Jing's hand while stirring the porridge paused deliberately. She raised her head, opened her eyes slightly, and said with a hint of doubt in her voice, "How do you know my identity?" This cute expression paired with that cold face was indescribably playful, but he was not very surprised in his heart. After all, he was the second-grade young minister personally appointed by the Detective Emperor of Dali Temple. It would be strange if he was fooled by an amateur female class like her.
Intention: salty