At night, one side of the castle.
The glamorous and exquisite bedroom, at a glance, is the fragrant place of a young woman.
The air is filled with a faint rose aroma.
At the bay window, Vivi stares out, seemingly admiring the night view, but the eyes under her curled long eyelashes flicker uncertainly. Amidst excitement, there's anticipation, as if she's waiting for something.
Finally, there was a faint creak as the door opened.
A trusted maid walked to Vivi's side and reported tonight's matters between Si Yuheng and Liang Anya, then whispered: "... The Hall Master threw that Asian woman into the bedroom for confinement, saying she was not allowed to come out again without permission; it seems he truly got angry."
Vivi's tight lips gradually relaxed after a whole night, lifting slightly into a satisfied smile, yet she frowned and looked at the maid: "Are the subordinates at the sentry post arranged?"