Zheng Nianru glanced around slightly, the pervasive stench of blood in the air suppressing the suspicions brewing in her heart.
Before she had met Ju Nanyi in her previous life, she had never paid him any attention. Even their few encounters had not left much of an impression on her; it was not until Prince Duan seriously told her about Ju Nanyi and said that he was someone trustworthy.
At that time, Zheng Nianru was quite disdainful. How could a man with no background, a minor official, be considered a trustworthy person by Prince Duan? Despite his extraordinary talents, he was not the person she would confide in.
Moreover, there were her silent resentments, and the things she had but did not desire.
Therefore, at this moment of distraction, Zheng Nianru thought she might have been too suspicious about her few encounters with Ju Nanyi in this life.
