Rong returned to the dining hall without Zhang Jie, her expression carefully composed to hide the malice of their recent conversation.
She glided to her seat with practiced grace, her posture subtly shifting as she settled across from Zou.
"My lord," she said, her voice honeyed and soft,
"I've been meaning to compliment you on your exquisite taste." She gestured delicately to a jade ornament on his formal robes.
"Such craftsmanship is rare these days."
Lady Lin observed her daughter's performance with approving eyes, then set down her teacup.
"Oh, my Duke," she began, her voice carrying just the right note of casual inquiry,
"I hope it's not improper to mention, but many nobles of your standing often seek to expand their household."
Rui's hand tensed beneath Zou's.
"Our Rong has been trained in all the classical arts," Lady Lin continued.
"Her calligraphy has won provincial recognition, and her musical talents are exceptional." She smiled thinly.
