The autumn breeze brought a refreshing coolness, and the scent of osmanthus blossoms filled the air.
Ah Jiu dined with Wufu, the two of them feeding each other flirtatiously, their affection so intense that the handmaidens nearby blushed and dared not look on.
Purple Jade smiled and instructed the handmaids to tend to their own tasks, but then saw Yuan Ye approaching with urgency and couldn't help but step forward, asking, "So early? Is something the matter?"
Yuan Ye nodded, glanced inside the room, and asked, "Is the Prince still dining? I have an important matter to report."
Purple Jade noticed his grave expression and didn't dare to ask more, went inside to announce it, and shortly thereafter nodded to Yuan Ye at the door.
"My lord, Princess Consort," Yuan Ye greeted them with a bow.
"What is it?" Ah Jiu saw something was wrong with his expression and couldn't help but frown.
