Ximen Yehan probed all the way, Dongfang Dawn had thought of various countermeasures in advance, and the response was watertight.
It's a pity that her attitude towards Dongfang Miao betrayed her.
The Holy Son of Jiuchong Palace, someone who even the Palace Master must treat with such respect.[
But he would offer medicine to an ordinary general with both hands, and the action was still so natural.
This is really too abrupt.
Dongfang Lixiao has been accustomed to being close to Dongfang Miao for many years. Although she tried to control her emotions, she did not even notice this subconscious little action.
Don't talk about her, even Huarong didn't notice it.
However, Ximen Yehan noticed it.
As the saying goes, the doer has no intention, the beholder has intention!
He had doubts in his heart, and coupled with these many doubts, he became even more suspicious of Dongfang Dawn.
Ximen Yehan believed that this mysterious Mr. Holy Son must be an acquaintance of his.
However, he is still unable to determine her true identity.
That's why he deliberately wanted to take this opportunity of pouring wine to test again.
Noticing that his face was almost touching Shaman, he also looked towards her.
Afraid that he would actually see her face through the veil, Dongfang Lixiao felt nervous.
Instinctively, she stood up and took a step to the side, avoiding the approaching Ximen Yehan.
Seeing her nervousness, Ximen Yehan's smile grew stronger in his eyes, but he asked doubtfully.
"Mr. Shengzi, what's going on?!"
Realizing that he had lost his composure, Dongfang Lixiao hurriedly reached for the cup on the table and whispered.
"The emperor gives you wine, how can I sit down!"
"Mr. Shengzi, you are so polite!"
Ximen Yehan laughed loudly, then raised the wine bottle to fill her glass.[
When Dongfang Dawn brought the wine glass to his lips, he suddenly spoke again.
"Speaking of it, it's really strange. I always have a feeling that I already know a lot about your husband!"