in, Li Chen lifted Zhao Qinglan's collar away from his neck, gazing at the strawberry marks he had planted a few days ago. He leaned close to Zhao Qinglan's ear, his voice a low murmur, and whispered,...eyes was pure mockery and disdain.< Jue An had not been looked at like that in how many years. >But he said nothing, only bowed his head slightly and replied, "This old monk will obey the prince's ord...