Ling Shumo looked at Lu Jinshu, and her mind recalled the absurd night they had last night.
This seemingly quiet and dignified eldest son of the Grand Tutor, actually exudes the charm of a prostitute in brothels in bed.
Until just now, she still liked this wise king very much. When she was with him, she even forgot about Xue Wu for a short time.
But how could a young man from a respectable family behave in such an unbecoming manner?
Lu Jinshu was a very discerning person. He read a hint of disgust on Ling Shumo's face, which was almost emotionless.
Lu Jinshu closed his eyes, feeling indignant at his own misfortune.
The reason why he was so confident when he married into the Eastern Palace in place of his elder brother was that he won the favor of Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess.
One is his superb cooking skills, and the most important thing is the charm and allure that is engraved in his bones.
When he was left to fend for himself in a country village, he accidentally saved a disfigured middle-aged man.
That man used to be the top prostitute in the Red Mansion, but because of jealousy, he had boiling water splashed on his face.
Lu Jinan learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting from the male teacher hired by his family.
He is also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
But his master was a prostitute who had spent half his life selling smiles in brothels.
What makes him different from other men is his charm, which those noble sons of wealthy families will never have.
Lu Jinshu had always regarded this skill as the foundation of his position in the Eastern Palace, but now, this special quality of his had become evidence of his debauchery and loss of chastity.
Lu Jinshu was so angry that he almost bit his teeth off, but now was not the time for him to be angry. He had to find a way to prove his innocence.
He has not yet dragged Master Lu's family into hell. If he died at this moment, he would die with his eyes open.
Lu Jinshu looked up at Ling Shumo, tears welling in his eyes. He looked as if he would die if Ling Shumo didn't believe him. "If Your Highness still doesn't believe me, then please move to the compartment and verify my innocence with your own eyes."
As soon as Lu Jinshu said this, the dissatisfaction hidden in Ling Shumo's eyes diminished a lot in an instant.
The guests present also began to discuss in low voices.
It's easy to say "take off clothes to prove your innocence", but for a young man from a noble family, it is already a great shame.
But Lu Jinshu couldn't care less. He had to let Ling Shumo see his innocence with her own eyes today. Otherwise, it would be like a needle in Ling Shumo's heart. Whenever Ling Shumo thought of him in the future, she would involuntarily think of this matter.
Then his life would be over.
Ling Shumo bent down and helped Lu Jinshu up, and just when Lu Jinshu breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Lin's voice rang out like a death curse, "Your Excellency, that purse hanging around His Highness's waist...why does the stitching on that purse resemble the pattern on your clothes so much?"
Bai Lin's short words were like a thunderclap, causing a huge uproar.
Shangguan Xu walked a few steps to Lu Jinshu's back, then squinted his eyes and looked at the purse on Ling Shujiao's waist for a long time. His expression gradually became shocked, "It seems to be exactly the same."
Ling Shujiao pulled off the purse from her waist. Her expression changed visibly, but she forced herself to return to normal.
This purse was indeed embroidered by Lu Jinan, but she and Lu Jinan had never had any affair in the past.
This purse was a defective product. Lu Jinan had embroidered it halfway when it fell off, and it was picked up by Ling Shujiao by accident.
Ling Shujiao used to love wearing this purse, but ever since Lu Jinan (Lu Jinshu) married Ling Shumo, she has never worn this purse again in order not to cause trouble for Lu Jinan.
However, although she could not wear it openly for display, Ling Shujiao often kept it in her sleeve to play with it. Only one side of the purse was embroidered with patterns, and she often showed the empty side to outsiders, so she was not worried about others discovering the secret of the purse.
Ling Shujiao's heart sank to the bottom at this moment. She really couldn't wash herself clean even if she jumped into the Yellow River.
Ling Shujiao was annoyed that she was too careless, while Fu Yichen, who was standing not far away, lowered his head to hide the upturned corners of his mouth.
He didn't know whether Lu Jinan liked Ling Shujiao or not, but Ling Shujiao definitely had selfish motives towards her brother-in-law Lu Jinan that could not be made public.
Ling Shujiao is a noble imperial princess. If this matter gets out, she will at most be talked about by outsiders for a few days, and at worst she will be called into the palace by the emperor to be scolded.
But Lu Jinan (Lu Jinshu) is different, he will definitely be executed.
Fu Yichen's mood brightened when he thought of this. Lu Jinan (Lu Jinshu) was a man who was about to go to the underworld. He had nothing to do with the dead.
On the other side, Ling Shujiao calmed down quickly. She used the scraps of cloth torn from her clothes to bandage herself to stop the bleeding, and then handed the purse to Ling Shumo.
Ling Shujiao tried to put on a normal smile. "My purse is embroidered with lotus flowers. The embroidery style is pretty much the same, it just happened to match the pattern on the virtuous king's clothes. If it were just a simple similarity in pattern, many people present today would be cursed."
Ling Shumo didn't even look at the purse carefully before returning it to Ling Shujiao. "My Royal Sister is right. It's too hasty to convict someone just like that."
At this time, Shi Qi had already instructed people to separate the room at the end of the corridor of this house with wooden boards and surround it with thick curtains.
She gestured to Lu Jinshu, "Please come in, Your Excellency."
Lu Jinshu took a glass of ice water from Jiufu and swallowed it in big gulps. The cold stimulated his body and made it less hot.
Ling Shumo and Lu Jinshu walked into the house one after another. They walked to the end of the corridor and then closed the door heavily.
Lu Jinshu began to take off his clothes one by one.
Ling Shumo sat on the bed with no expression on her face. No one knew what was going on in her mind.
The clothes slipped from Lu Jinshu's shoulders and fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
Only then did Ling Shumo look up at him. Lu Jinshu's skin was as white as snow, without any marks that shouldn't be there.
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