In the Ice-containing Hall, lay the chambers of Noble Consort Wan.
"Your child pays respects to Mother Consort," Zhu Youji bowed respectfully.
Noble Consort Wan remained in her usual languid posture, reclining on a chaise lounge, her eyes half-closed as she smiled.
"My child, it seems you've tanned a bit on your recent trip to the North Desert..."
"Yes," Zhu Youji nodded slightly.
"A bit of sun-kissed complexion is good, it speaks of health," Noble Consort Wan observed Zhu Youji casually, then asked, "I heard that North Desert Underground City has resurfaced. My child, did you consider going?"
Zhu Youji let out a wry smile, shaking his head slightly.
"I had intended to go, but Miss Zhou is also there. It's inconvenient for me to go since I must protect her. It's a pity."
Zhu Youji sighed with a hint of regret. He managed to strike just the right emotional chord, neither too much nor too little, just enough.