"Strange," Yuwen Lin murmured after a moment of trying to decipher the pheromones in that chamber, "I don't feel her scent trail leaving the courtyard or out of your chambers. If she rested here, it's still… fresh." His tone carried the faintest curl of suspicion. "Almost too fresh."
Like he probably must be lying to them about something.
Yueyao's breath suddenly hitched. Beneath the sheets, she clutched the edge of the mattress to stop herself from trembling. What kind of situation was this? This was like eating a forbidden fruit and getting caught red-handed. Lian shifted slightly, his arm brushing her back as though in a lazy stretch, but the motion placed his hand over hers, grounding her, warning her to stay silent.
"She just fell asleep, resting..." Lian said evenly, " If you wake her now, she'll faint again."
