Zhu Yu responded, somewhat embarrassed, as the water in the bath seemed to have lost its warmth. The heat that once rushed to her face had now dissipated considerably.
After Lu Qing left, she quietly stood up, took a clean cloth to carefully dry her hair, changed her clothes, and returned to the room.
During the time they were away from the Prince Mansion, Mrs. Zhao and the others stayed home. It was evident they didn't slack off in the slightest. The courtyard was spotless, without the least bit of disorder or desolation, and the room was the same. The bed linens were neat, carrying a faint soap fragrance, clearly exchanged regularly.
Zhu Yu sat at the bedside, looking around at everything in the room, recalling the last time they were here, Lu Qing was demoted to a commoner by an imperial edict. He was pulled outside the palace gates to be beaten bloody as a show for King Fan's nephew.
The anxious feelings from that time were still clear in her mind.
