"Okay." Noble Consort Wan cast a glance at Zhu Youji, then reclined on the bed, appraising Zhu Youji from head to toe. She inquired, "Why did you come to pay respects to this palace today?"
"Mother, I simply missed you," Zhu Youji respectfully replied.
"Oh." Noble Consort Wan seemed slightly disappointed, nodding slightly and waving her hand. She said, "Since you've paid your respects, you may withdraw. This palace is feeling rather fatigued."
Observing this, Zhu Youji immediately showed a fearful expression, kneeling down on one knee and exclaiming, "Mother, I have committed a grave error and have come today specifically to beg for forgiveness."
"Oh?" Noble Consort Wan narrowed her apricot eyes, scrutinizing Zhu Youji's demeanor as she reclined elegantly on the soft pillow, her expression ambiguous. She asked, "An error? What kind of error? Where did you go wrong?"