The Main Consort froze. His perfectly powdered face went entirely rigid, the theatrical tears instantly drying up in his eyes.
Heena watched the panic flicker across his delicate features, completely vindicated. She was ninety-nine percent sure this bastard didn't know her name, and his terrified silence just proved it.
The tragic, pathetic reality of this sprawling aristocratic household was that no one had called the original girl by her given name since her biological father died. To the servants, the siblings, and the harem, she was simply the "Second Lady," a useless title for a useless daughter. Even Heena, with all the original host's memories, had struggled to remember the girl's actual name. She had only finally discovered it written in faded ink on the very last property deed her father had left behind for the East Market apothecary.
The Lu Matriarch turned her head, looking at her favored husband, expecting him to angrily shout the girl's name to prove her wrong.
