Lu Ying looked at Shen Yinning.
This little vixen didn't ask Zhang Cuichun whether it was her who arranged Bai Shuangshuang to deceive her mother. Instead, she directly questioned her, asking why she wanted to harm her mother's life.
Zhang Cuichun was completely clueless about the situation. She didn't know Bai Shuangshuang had gone mad. Perhaps she mistakenly believed Bai had already confessed to the truth of the incident years ago. Faced with Shen Yinning's sudden return to the capital and everyone's judgment, it was very likely she would inadvertently reveal a flaw in her panic.
Lu Ying casually fiddled with the Moyu Ring, his cold, narrow eyes filled with wisps of tenderness.
Shen Yinning, this little vixen...
What a cunning and sinister woman she was—to his liking.
Sure enough, Zhang Cuichun froze in place, her aged face turning green, pale, and then red.
She stared at Bai Shuangshuang in disbelief: "Bai Lady-in-Waiting, you—you—"
