The room was neatly tidied up, but she was in a bit of disarray, following Shen Hua's feigned composure as she got up, inadvertently pulling on the canopy, tugging on the bell, bringing a burst of crisp ringing.
Cui Yun withdrew his gaze and stepped outside the screen.
Shen Hua awkwardly straightened her clothes, aware that Cui Yun's presence was against the rules, yet she felt nothing improper about it.
Only when she had tidied herself up sufficiently did she emerge from the inner room, looking radiant and beautiful.
The room was well-heated with ample silver charcoal; she was lightly dressed, her attractive, shapely feminine figure exquisitely curved.
She stepped on her embroidered shoes, leaving lotus blossoms with every step.
"Cousin, what brings you here so late at night?"
She made clear distinctions; when outside the Marquis Mansion she would call Cui Yun fearlessly, in his presence, she would call him Marquis, and once back at the mansion, she would call him cousin.
