Yu Jiao's hand trembled and the silver needle pierced into her palm. She frowned slightly in pain, but did not look up at Cheng Ying. She just said in a normal tone, "Yu Ning does not understand what the governor said."

Cheng Ying smiled faintly, her expression became a little cold, and she gently pinched the pomegranate seeds with her fingers, and the bright red juice burst out, which looked like blood at first glance.

He lifted his narrow eyelids to look at Yu Jiao, "Playing dumb?"

Cheng Ying's voice was indifferent. He was a strange person. Although he looked handsome, he gave people a strong sense of oppression and panic.

Yu Jiao clenched the silver stick tightly. Her calmness was always useless when facing Cheng Ying.

Yu Jiao put down the silver sign in her hand and stood up awkwardly, "Yu Ning dare not go against the governor."

"Didn't you hear everything that day in the back hill of Lianxi Temple? Treating Xue Rong, if that's not going against me, then what is that?" Cheng Ying glanced coldly at Yu Jiao. He raised the corners of his eyes and smiled. He was clearly smiling, but it was creepy.

Yu Jiao felt her scalp tingling at his laughter. She had just left Changle Palace and Cheng Ying had already found out about it. When it was discovered that the grass was poisonous, Xue Rong had already dismissed her attendants. How could Cheng Ying be so well-connected!

During this short period of panic, Yu Jiao was very clear about one thing, that is, she could not use any clever tricks to deal with Cheng Ying, because this man probably had spies everywhere in the palace.

"Yu Ning didn't want to get involved in any trouble in the palace, but Concubine Xue said that Uncle Qin asked His Majesty to arrange a marriage for Prince Qin with a girl from my Liu family."

Yu Jiao didn't exaggerate anything, so Cheng Ying could naturally understand what she meant. He glanced at Yu Jiao lazily, and said in an unremarkable tone, "You believe what Xue Rong said?"

Yu Jiao lowered her head. "This is my first time entering the palace, and I was summoned by the Imperial Concubine. I was nervous and scared for a moment, so I didn't know what to do."

"You are not even afraid of me, so how could you be afraid of Xue Rong?" Cheng Ying smiled vaguely and glanced at Yu Jiao lazily.

Yu Jiao nodded quickly and whispered, "Of course I am afraid. The Governor is so majestic and awe-inspiring that Yu Ning is naturally in awe of him."

Cheng Ying sneered. Yu Jiao didn't know whether this person liked others to be afraid of him or just sneered at them. Cheng Ying's thoughts were too difficult to guess.

Cheng Ying, who was sitting on the stone bench, suddenly stood up, casting a large shadow. Yu Jiao was shrouded in the shadow. She didn't dare to look up, and didn't know what Cheng Ying was going to do. Suddenly, a hand reached out from her waist, like a cold snake, and touched her waist.

Yu Jiao's whole body trembled, and she could no longer hold it in for an instant. She exploded. Her body had already reacted and she subconsciously resisted. At this moment, she even forgot that the person in front of her was Cheng Ying, a powerful person who could decide life and death at will.

As soon as she moved, Cheng Ying grabbed her right wrist and pulled it hard. Cheng Ying's strength was beyond Yu Jiao's reach. Her body swayed and she was pressed down to her knees.

Cheng Ying seemed to change his mind. He loosened his grip on Yu Jiao's wrist and pulled her back. Yu Jiao staggered and her back hit his arms. Her left knee hit the stone bench, the same injury from the fall last night.

Yu Jiao gasped in pain, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her face turned slightly pale.

Cheng Ying still held her right arm with one hand, and the other hand touched Yu Jiao's waist again.

Yu Jiao was facing away from him at the moment. She was so out of control that she almost lost her mind. She struggled hard, "Let me go!"

Cheng Ying chuckled, and his breath sprayed on Yu Jiao's head. As if on purpose, he deliberately lingered his fingers on Yu Jiao's waist, as if caressing her gently.

She felt Cheng Ying's slender and cold fingers gently brushing across her clothes. Yu Jiaoqi's body trembled slightly. She tried hard to calm down, and took out the silver needle hidden in her sleeve with her left hand. She even wanted to blow the phoenix whistle hidden around her neck.

Even a rabbit will bite when it is cornered. At this moment, all caution and caution goes to hell. Yu Jiao just wants to poke the man behind her all over!

At this moment, the force behind him loosened and Cheng Ying suddenly let go.

Yu Jiao staggered, but quickly grabbed the stone table and avoided falling to the ground. She stared at Cheng Ying with sharp and vigilant eyes, but was a little surprised when she saw the handkerchief in Cheng Ying's hand.

Cheng Ying's lips curled slightly, and her eyes raised to reveal a smile. She glanced at her with interest, and slowly wiped her fingers with a handkerchief. The snow-white handkerchief was stained with the remaining pomegranate seed juice. "It seems that you are not afraid of me, little liar."

Yu Jiao was slightly startled and an embarrassed look appeared on her face. The handkerchief in Cheng Ying's hand was embroidered for her by Jianjia. She didn't like patterns, so Jianjia only embroidered her maiden name Jiao on the corner of the handkerchief.

Only then did she realize that Cheng Ying just wanted to take the handkerchief from her waist to wipe her hands, but how could she take something without asking? Even if Cheng Ying was a eunuch...

Yu Jiao slowly calmed down. Her left knee was in severe pain, but she endured it and smiled awkwardly, "Yu Ning misunderstood..."

"Misunderstanding?" Cheng Ying spoke slowly, narrowing his eyes and glancing at her, and said nonchalantly, "What misunderstanding? What else can I do to you?"

Yu Jiao was speechless. It was really the feeling that Cheng Ying gave people that made it easy to forget that he was a eunuch.

"My brother is still waiting outside the palace gate. If the Governor has nothing else to do, I will take my leave first." Yu Jiao simply proposed to leave the palace.

After wiping between her fingers, Cheng Ying threw the handkerchief on the stone table, stretched out a cold white finger, and pointed at the pomegranate that had not been peeled on the table.