Visitors at the Door

Within the estate of the Fourth Prince, in the rear courtyard, a winged chamber to the west.

After a brief and tender moment, Zhu Youji, his hand caressing something indescribable, softly uttered, "Ruyan, there are certain matters I feel obliged to disclose to you."

"Yes?" Liu Ruyan murmured, stretching lazily with a gentle tone. "Your Highness, speak, for I know you've come with purpose."

Hearing Liu Ruyan's slightly plaintive words, Zhu Youji felt a slight awkwardness. "I've been rather occupied of late."

"Yes, indeed, you are a busy man," Liu Ruyan nodded faintly, akin to a puppy nuzzling against his cheek, leaning languidly against Zhu Youji. "What matter is it?"

"I've found your birth mother," Zhu Youji whispered gently.

These words reverberated in Liu Ruyan's ears like peals of thunder. Initially indifferent, her gaze gradually sharpened, her body tensing slightly, her expression undergoing subtle changes.