Lv Ping's eyes were still beautiful.
In the past, when she blinked, her eyelashes would flicker as if they could speak.
Good women, their eyes are naturally expressive.
But those expressive eyes were now wide open, staring straight at the handsome young man in disbelief.
She did not know whether Nezha was telling the truth or 'testing' her, so she dared not respond immediately.
Nezha continued, "With such deep hatred and resentment, why not kill him? You're so young. Don't tell me you actually fancy this old man with a family?"
"Your highness jests. I'm but a laundry maid, and I dare not harbor affection for the master."
Lv Ping lowered her head, not daring to meet Nezha's gaze.
Her hands unconsciously twisted the clothes she held; the early spring water was still cold, and her hands, soaked in that icy water every day, were cracked and ached as if pricked by needles, yet she never uttered a sound of pain.
Don't you feel hatred?
