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Leng Yi's ears were burning without her realizing it. If it were any other time and she were alone with Zhao Yin, she would have told him to get lost long ago, but Lingcao was still there.

While Leng Yi and the two were talking, Lingcao quietly moved a few steps away, bowing her head like a quail to try to minimize her presence. If she could, she would also like to become deaf and blind at this moment, so that she wouldn't hear things that a nobody like her shouldn't hear.

Why didn't Lingcao leave? She was initially terrified by the fact that Zhao Yin had broken into the Prince Zhao's residence at night to meet with Leng Yi in secret.

"Since there's nothing else, you should leave quickly," Leng Yi stammered, her intention to shoo him away quite clear.

Zhao Yin's gaze darkened slightly, and he remained silent, staring at Leng Yi without saying a word.

Feeling embarrassed and annoyed by Zhao Yin's gaze, Leng Yi held back her anger because Lingcao was there and she was worried that making too much noise would attract the attention of the people from the Prince's Mansion.

Yes, she was angry. She hated Zhao Yin staring at her silently like that; it felt like he was pressuring her, accusing her. Leng Yi felt bewildered and furious: Was I the one in the wrong? Who caused me to end up in this situation? Who caused me so much pain? Why don't you feel any remorse?!

Resentment surged into her mind, instantly overwhelming her reason. Leng Yi's face gradually turned angry and cold, and Zhao Yin, noticing Leng Yi's change, also grew increasingly gloomy.

The two men stared intently at each other, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Lingcao, standing to the side, was already feeling uneasy, not understanding what had happened between the two. The atmosphere between Ningbi and Prince Jing was sometimes sweet and sometimes like mortal enemies. Why was that? Prince Jing looked extremely angry, as if he was about to draw his sword and kill someone at any moment, making Lingcao anxious, fearing that Prince Jing would hurt Ningbi at any second.

Zhao Yin finally lost his composure and tried to keep his voice calm as he asked, "Leng Yi, what do you think you are to me?"

"Why don't you ask yourself who you are to me?" Leng Yi retorted quickly.

Leng Yi always speaks faster than she thinks, and only after blurting it out does she begin to wonder why Zhao Yin asked that question.

There was an ominous feeling; Zhao Yin's words after a period of silence were usually dangerous.

"Okay, then what am I to you?"

Leng Yi's breath hitched for a moment, then she asked, "Why don't you tell me your answer first?"

"Heh, heh..." Zhao Yin chuckled coldly, rubbing his forehead, his eyes revealing an expression of certainty. Then, he smiled knowingly and said, "Alright, then I'll go first. I am... your lover, your master?"

"!"

Despite being mentally prepared, Leng Yi did not expect Zhao Yin to say such shocking things.

Zhao Yin's dark eyes were fixed on Leng Yi, like a predator locking onto its prey in a cage, coldly mocking its overestimation of its own abilities.

He suddenly stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and Leng Yi to within half an arm's length, raised his hand to stroke Leng Yi's cheek, and whispered, "I've finished speaking. What about you? What do you think I am?"

The sudden oppressive aura emanating from Zhao Yin made her breath catch in her throat and her heart pound; her mind went blank. Zhao Yin was definitely acting strange today. Had he been through something to upset him again?

As Leng Yi pondered, her gaze unconsciously drifted to the side. Zhao Yin frowned slightly, and the hand that had been stroking her cheek swept upwards behind Leng Yi's ear.

"Uh!" Leng Yi was startled and looked at Zhao Yin in astonishment.

"Don't run away, give me the answers I want to hear."