Lu Ying was entering Shen Yinning's room for the first time.
In the past, before the Shen Family fell from grace, though he and Shen Yinning were engaged, they had always maintained proper decorum. He had never set foot in her boudoir.
Shen Yinning's sleeping quarters were styled differently compared to Shen Yunxi's. Shen Yunxi liked to fill her chamber with expensive gold and silver ornaments, jade antiques, and the like. In the past, there had been two six-foot-tall red coral trees in his storeroom, and she had taken an enormous liking to them, stubbornly moving them into her sleeping quarters despite how garish and out of place they appeared.
Shen Yinning's chamber, on the other hand, resembled a man's study.
It had an unexpectedly solemn air.
His gaze fell upon Shen Yinning.
The young woman had just bathed and dressed. As she knelt to greet him under the lamplight, a faint, misty glow seemed to envelop her, like the soft radiance of a bright pearl.
He sat down. "Kneel."
