Inside Zhu Youji's residence, in the bedroom.
"You're back?"
Liu Ruyan was dressing herself in front of the mirror, her eyes and eyebrows curved gracefully. With a voluptuous figure, she exuded endless charm.
Upon Zhu Youji's return, she showed a slight delight, quickly standing up and gazing at him tenderly.
Zhu Youji smiled faintly and whispered, "Yes, I'm back."
Liu Ruyan embraced Zhu Youji, resting her head on his shoulder, softly murmuring, "It's good that you're back."
Liu Ruyan didn't inquire about how things went. For her, matters of status were transient. She believed in fate—what she gains, she treasures; what she loses, she accepts.
Given the vast disparity in their positions, she dared not ask for more. As long as Zhu Youji treated her well, she was content.
Zhu Youji gently stroked Liu Ruyan's back and whispered, "Everything's fine, don't worry. I've already discussed your matter with Mother."