Lu Ying remained stoic: "No."
Shen Yinning looked at his solitary, aloof face and realized she couldn't get any truth from his mouth.
She stood up, glanced down at Lu Ying, her thick eyelashes casting shadows on her fair face.
Because of her heavy makeup, when she didn't smile, her slightly upturned eyes exuded a lazy and decadent hostility: "Your Highness arrives in Jiangnan, no doubt meeting me is just on the way. Finding the new tea that was robbed and seizing the wealth of Jiangnan for Qian Duobao is your real purpose. Unfortunately, though Jiangnan is good, there are dangers at every step. With your injuries, Your Highness must be careful... lest you lose your life here."
Having said these words, she left directly.
Lu Ying remained unmoved like a mountain.
From his childhood to now, the word retreat was never in his vocabulary.