Authenticity

Han Fen concentrated all her attention on disguising herself, taking off and putting on clothes as if there were nobody else in the room. Humming a weird tone, she didn't seem to hate this imprisoned life at all.

Shangguan Yun was lying in a chair, silently watching Han Fen. There was more than one room in this suite, but he'd rather sit here and watch a crazy woman than stay in a room alone. "Han Fen, you know what? You look prettier when you're naked."

"I know. You don't have to see my face when I'm naked."

Shangguan Yun raised his thumb and replied, "You can tell what I'm really saying. So smart. But I meant no offence. It's not your face but rather the Dragon King's face that I was talking about. That sullen face isn't worthy of such a perfect body."

"My face isn't that pretty either. Several men have told me that."

Shangguan Yun knew that he would probably regret it, but he still asked, "And you killed all of them, didn't you?"