Two women were about to have a private conversation, so Xia Chuyue decided it was inappropriate to stay any longer.
Still, he couldn't help but worry about the matter of the invitation card, so he lowered his voice and reminded, "Mother, about that invitation card…"
The Madam of the Uncle Residence glared at him. "What's the rush? The flower banquet is still far off. There's plenty of time in the coming days. Don't you see I'm talking with Yiyi right now?"
Lun Yiyi smiled warmly at him. "Cousin, if you don't wish to leave, I can accompany you to chat for a while instead?"
Xia Chuyue smiled awkwardly, then quickly made his exit.
Lun Yiyi watched his retreating figure, her gaze dimming for a moment. But when she turned back to the Madam, she regained her cheerful demeanor and said, "Cousin seems to be preparing to send an invitation to that palace maid. If you ask me, that card is better left unsent!"
