Erya had returned alone earlier in the day and informed the Noble Consort that Yetsune had followed Callan. But now, as night falls, the Noble Consort grows increasingly anxious. She paces, worry gnawing at her, not only for Yetsune's safety but also for her reputation as a maiden. Being out this late, unchaperoned with a man, could ruin her reputation.
"This won't do," she mutters, turning to Attendant Nan. "I must send someone to find her. Tell Nalan to go to the Grand Chancellor's manor."
"Your Highness, perhaps we should wait a little longer," Attendant Nan suggests. "The Grand Chancellor may not know of their relationship yet."
The Noble Consort exhales in frustration, twirling the ring on her thumb, her mind clouded with fear and impatience.
"Your Highness," Nalan's voice calls from outside. "Young Lord Callan is here to see you."
The Noble Consort quickly responds, "Bring him in."