The next morning, Pei Mianman was leaning against the crook of Zu An’s arm. Her finger mischievously drew circles around his chest as she asked, “Ah Zu, do you want me to leak some fake information to King Qi’s heir?” The part of her skin that was exposed outside of the covers was even whiter than the snow outside.

  Zu An shook his head, saying, “Not yet. When the time is right, I’ll tell you then.” This was a rare double agent he could make use of, so of course he had to use the opp..