Pillow Talk

Fan Jian frowned, putting down the bowl of stewed fruits he was holding; it seemed that it was warm enough to have burned his hand. "I am not speaking on behalf of Lady Liu. While person she found seemed to follow her command, they were acting under the orders of the palace. Lady Liu is merely a scapegoat in this matter."

"Who in the palace wants me dead?" asked Fan Xian, frowning. "Why do they want me dead? Could it be that they know that I am the son of the Ye family?"

"Of course they don't know that!" For some reason, Count Sinan had become unusually agitated. His right hand gripped the armrest of the chair. "Of those who know about this, no one wishes to harm you. If there were someone who wanted to harm you, that would not be the reason why."