"Nezha's affair?"
Li Jing's eyebrows rose, as the words he was about to hurl in fury and chase the girl in front of him out, were swallowed back.
"Yes, Nezha's affair."
"What does Nezha's affair have to do with you?"
Li Jing had sought the Dao in his early years, read poetry and literature, knew propriety and righteousness, failed in his quest for immortality, made peace with Shi Ji, and then descended the mountain to become an official.
In the past, he had coveted Lv Ping for her beauty, and she him for his wealth; he knew well that their relationship was nothing but mutual exploitation, but after all, humans are not heartless like grass and trees.
Yet it was because he had developed feelings, that he felt even more disgust at this moment.
Every time he saw Lv Ping, it was like looking into a mirror.
This mirror laid bare his own ugly, hypocritical face, impossible to conceal, making Li Jing restless, and at a loss for what to do.
