Clearly, Zhou Lin had dug a pit for her, just waiting for her to jump in.
Su Tiyue frowned, raised her eyes and looked directly at him calmly: "I could only see your back before, but now I can see everything clearly."
She paused, then added, trying to appear calm, "But I'm not interested in your affairs, so you can rest assured."
Zhou Lin raised an eyebrow: "Not interested?"
"If you're not interested, why peek? Hmm?"
"It's because the door wasn't closed... I saw it by accident." Su Tiyue stammered, "You've been following me all this way, did you really intend to kill me to cover it up?"
Zhou Lin said, "He's not exactly smart, but he has some self-awareness."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cold hairpin in his hand moved even closer to Su Tiyue's delicate skin.
Her skin was so delicate and thin that a small red mark appeared when the hairpin touched it lightly.
Su Tiyue stepped back slightly and said slowly, "Kill me if you want, but you'd better think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences of killing me."
"Hearing you say that, I'm quite curious." Zhou Lin leaned down, raised the fingers holding the hairpin, and then gently lifted Su Tiyue's chin with the hairpin: "Who are you?"
The palace lanterns hanging in the pavilion swayed in the wind, their dim light casting a faint glow on her delicate face, revealing a clear and innocent look.
Zhou Lin had seen countless people and many stunning beauties in the world, and he admitted that the woman in front of him was quite attractive.
But all he ever sought in his life was power.
For him, there are only two possibilities when it comes to women.
One is something that is useful to him.
The other one is useless to him.
Clearly, Consort Wan belongs to the former category.
...
Su Tiyue asked the same question: "Then who are you?"
Zhou Lin curled his lips and said, "It seems like I was the one who asked you first."
Su Tiyue: "That may be true, but between us, you're probably more interested in my identity, aren't you?"
He smiled and said, "That's true."
"My surname is Zhou, and my given name is Lin."
His answer was very direct: In Northern Liang, probably no one is unaware of this name.
Upon hearing this, Su Tiyue's eyes widened, and she stared intently at him: "So it's the Prince of Huainan."
"Hmm. Now you can tell me who you are?" Zhou Lin asked.
Su Tiyue opened her mouth, her tone equally assertive: "My father is Su Sui, the current Minister of Revenue. Who do you think I am, Your Highness?"
Perhaps, for Zhou Lin, the title of Consort Shu is dispensable.
However, the identity of being the daughter of the Minister of Revenue should be more attractive than being the widow of the late emperor.
Once she said that, Zhou Lin naturally understood her identity.
"Your Highness, Consort Shu?" he said softly, then gently put down the hairpin and distanced himself from her.
It turns out this woman is also his brother's widow...
Zhou Lin scrutinized the person before him once more, then said meaningfully, "I know your father and elder brother, and speaking of which... I should have met you before, though the Empress was probably only this tall back then..."
As he said this, he gestured with his hand to his waist.
Seeing that his attitude had softened considerably, Su Tiyue's voice also became gentler: "Your Highness is too kind. I did not expect that you and my father had some connection."
Zhou Lin smiled and said, "I was very rude just now, please forgive me, Your Highness."
Su Tiyue waved her hand: "No, no..."
"However, I don't know if Your Highness trusts me about what happened just now. I promise I will keep this matter a secret. In other words, I didn't see anything tonight..."
Now that the two have made their relationship clear, judging from Zhou Lin's attitude, he probably doesn't want to push things too far, which means there's still room for maneuver.
Zhou Lin nodded and said with a smile, "Since Your Majesty has said so, I certainly trust Your Majesty."
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