Lu Ying tidied her appearance, picking up the embroidered shoe that had fallen to the ground. "No."
Shen Yinning puffed her cheeks, dissatisfied as she watched him put the shoe back on her. She silently cursed, this dog of a man—he's eaten his fill, yet his attitude shows no sign of softening...
Ignoring her irritable gaze, Lu Ying methodically helped her into her attire.
His lashes cast a shadow as he worked with meticulous care; not a single complicated ribbon or hidden clasp was misplaced. He resembled someone thoroughly dressing and adorning his porcelain doll.
Once he finished, Lu Ying stood before Shen Yinning, reaching out to tuck a stray wisp of hair back behind her temple. "We depart in two days. This time is different from the trip to Jiangnan, Shen Zhaozhao. I promise you, one day I will bring you into the palace. When that time comes, should you wish for children, no matter how many, you will have them."
