Long Yue felt there was something off about this "Yu Zhu," like she had become a different person, albeit more composed than before.
It should be a good thing.
Yet Long Yue still felt uneasy.
Maybe ever since her rebirth, she's never felt truly at ease, always busy and restless with revenge, gradually forming a certain instinct.
An instinct of suspicion!
Any slight hint of trouble, and she'd feel something was not right.
Now, that's exactly how she's feeling.
How could Yu Zhu suddenly transform from a glutton to a well-behaved girl, as if in a dream?
But Long Yue definitely wouldn't ask her what was wrong, though there were some things she should probe.
Yu Zhu soon returned, entering and standing respectfully to one side, observing in silence.
Long Yue was sitting at the dressing table, combing her thousands of beautiful hair strands, preparing to go to bed. Seeing Yu Zhu so obedient, she smiled and said, "Yu Zhu, I suddenly remembered, and wanted to visit the Cold Palace."
