The Double
Chapter 140 - 140 83 Encounter with Beauty_2

140: Chapter 83: Encounter with Beauty_2 140: Chapter 83: Encounter with Beauty_2 If it had been anyone else, even having seen Li Jing’s guards before, after such a long time, and having met them only once, they would have likely failed to recognize them upon another encounter.

But Jiang Li’s memory was exceptional; the appearance of the man was as clear in her mind as if she had seen him yesterday.

She was absolutely certain she would not mistake him.

He was a man of the Right Chancellor!

Jiang Li experienced a sudden realization, as if she had discovered a great secret.

To know that Jih Heng was the Emperor Hongxiao’s man, yet he was conversing in private with one of Li Jing’s men—could it be that Jih Heng and the Right Chancellor had already established contact?

If so, wasn’t it like repairing the plank road while secretly crossing through Chen Cang?

Had Jih Heng been bought by the Right Chancellor?

No, no, no, the Right Chancellor couldn’t possibly buy Jih Heng, so…

did Jih Heng choose the Right Chancellor, choose Prince Cheng?

Was he a rebel?!

As if she glimpsed just the tip of the iceberg, the realization struck her profoundly, and Jiang Li’s footsteps came to a sudden halt, her heart thudding uncontrollably.

But just then, a leisurely voice came from behind her, as though it had been waiting for some time.

“What has Miss Jiang the Second discovered, that she looks so frightened?” he said.

Jiang Li whirled around!

Jih Heng was standing right behind her—she hadn’t noticed when he followed.

Jih Heng was only an arm’s length away from her, and due to his height, he had to bend down slightly to talk to her.

Jiang Li turned so abruptly that she almost collided with his chest.

She was caught by the collar of her dress and held at eye level by Jih Heng.

He had a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.

The shape was extremely beautiful, long and moist, the corners of the eyes slightly lifted, exuding a demonic allure.

The color was extremely beautiful, a light shade of amber, translucent like colored glaze, allowing one to see their own reflection in his eyes.

Even the expression was beautiful, seeming both affectionate and indifferent when casting sidelong glances, as if emitting a fragrance from poppies, making one’s insides itch with longing.

But he was extremely cold.

Despite this tender, enchanting demeanor, this face that could bewitch all creation, Jiang Li could still perceive a bone-deep coldness on his visage.

He was a demon that could see into people’s hearts.

Since becoming Miss Jiang the Second, she had encountered him several times, but this was their first confrontation.

Jiang Li looked straight into his eyes, trying her best to appear calm.

“The Duke jests,” she said.

Jih Heng let go unconvinced, letting her collar fall.

“You can’t see your own eyes.

Are you very flustered?” he said.

Jiang Li instinctively stepped back, putting a bit more distance between them, as if only then did she feel somewhat safer.

“The Duke is mistaken,” she said, “I am not flustered.”

Actually, according to common sense, Jiang Li was acting too calm, but if she had shown the panicked behavior typical of other daughters of aristocracy, she felt that Jih Heng would undoubtedly have seen through her.

Jih Heng’s eyes were too piercing.

Jih Heng looked down at her, pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke out, “Perhaps, you know the man from before?”

“I don’t know him.” Jiang Li blurted out without a second thought.

Xue Zhao had once said that lies told in one breath sound more true.

Yet, Jiang Li couldn’t help feeling a scare afterwards—what kind of intuition did Jih Heng have to guess even this?

He was indeed terrifying, a beauty with very well-hidden intentions.

Finally, Jih Heng didn’t press the issue further.

He just looked at Jiang Li, implying something.

“Every time I encounter Miss Jiang the Second, I can expect quite a show.

I’ve never seen plays as fascinating as those in the Duke Residence,” he said, feigning applause, his golden silk folding fan catching the glint of the moonlight in the darkness, “What a pity.”

“You are wrong,” Jiang Li said, “I am not an actor, and this is not a stage.”

“Is that so?” Jih Heng lifted the corners of his mouth, “But the act you just arranged for Miss Jiang the Fifth and the Princely Heir of Marquis Ningyuan was quite ingenious.”

Jiang Li’s heart skipped a beat—Jih Heng knew about that, too!

“It seems you truly have no interest in the Princely Heir of Marquis Ningyuan.

What a pity for his heartfelt efforts,” Jih Heng sighed, “even involving the Shen family’s miss in the process.” He lowered his voice, “Miss Jiang the Second’s play is not a simple one.”

Even when such words came from the mouth of a beautiful young man, and even though his voice was husky, seductively tempting, Jiang Li still felt a layer of fine goosebumps on her back.

From arranging the encounter between Zhou Yanbang and Jiang Yue, even up to the recent meeting with Shen Ruyun, these events had just happened moments ago.

The royal palace was vast, and to inquire about every single incident in each corner was not simple.

But Jih Heng seemed to grasp everything immediately—what did this imply?

It meant that Jih Heng had eyes and ears throughout the entire palace!

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