The corridors of the Yu Mansion.
Shen Yinning called out from afar, "Crown Prince, please wait."
Lu Ying glanced toward the opposite corridor, where the young woman was hastily approaching while holding an umbrella.
He hadn't intended to wait for her, but seeing the drifting rain soaking the hem of her skirt, he nonetheless paused where he stood.
His tone was cold. "What is it?"
