Lu Ying refused: "No."
"Brother Lu Ying..." Shen Yinning rubbed against his chest with all her might, her voice becoming increasingly coquettish and spoiled, "Brother Lu Ying, let me take just one look, alright? After all, my younger sister is still at Shengguo Temple. I'll leave right after I see it—I swear it won't disturb her."
Lu Ying's eyes darkened.
Shen Yinning was now merely the wife of a low-ranking official, an insignificant and fallen figure—a forbidden fruit kept hidden in the shadows, nothing more than a plaything. If she were to see Shen Yunxi's opulent chambers, would she feel anguished? Would she envy her?
Would she regret not becoming his Crown Princess Consort?
As if possessed, Lu Ying uttered a single word: "Alright."
That night, Shen Yinning disguised herself as a young eunuch and was silently escorted into the Eastern Palace by Lu Ying.
