Seeing Long Yue frowning deeply in thought, Yang Zhuoya felt she might have asked too much and quickly said, "Yue'er, don't worry. Maybe it's just not the right time yet. You've told me before that you've been on the move a lot. Once things settle down, you might just get lucky."
"Hmm, probably!"
Long Yue replied with a light laugh, but she wondered whether she should consult her master about it.
Oh, that would be too embarrassing!
"Sister Yue, your... your face is all red?"
"Ah? Oh, maybe I'm just anxious!"
"No need to be anxious, how about seeing a doctor later?"
"Well... I do know someone, but I'm just too embarrassed to ask, it's too shameful!"
"Pfft!" This was the first time Yang Zhuoya saw Long Yue so embarrassed, yet she was so fierce when she tricked Consort Xue before. Turns out, everyone has their weaknesses.
In the evening, after Yang Zhuoya left, the fact that there was no news after being married for more than a year became a heartache to her.
