For some reason, Shang Ruyi suddenly felt a chill of fear.
Clearly, Yu Wenye hadn't done anything, so why did she feel he was angry?
But what's there to be angry about?
Shang Ruyi steadied herself and continued, "This is the only thing I can do for you—though, presumably, this is what you want."
"..."
"As long as I'm your wife providing cover for you, she won't have to go to great lengths to send people with fake Holy Decrees to summon you to the palace. I can always accompany you to see her—of course, I won't interfere between you two."
At this point, Shang Ruyi suddenly felt a catch in her throat.
Just thinking that maybe there would indeed be a day when she would have to accompany Yu Wenye to meet that noble Princess Xinyue, yet she would have to hide away to give them space to be intimate, made her feel as if something had stabbed her heart.
But this is also the only thing she could exchange with Yu Wenye.
After all, he didn't care about anything of hers.
