"That is a matter for your Zhu Clan," Shu Feng said icily. "Leave. Don't stay here."
Zhu Binglan's body trembled as tears streamed down her face. She turned to Zhu Chenyu and pleaded desperately, "Chen Yu, I'm begging you, please help me! I don't want to go to the Hong Building. I really don't want to go."
Zhu Chenyu's brow furrowed, and she sighed softly. "My dear husband, just take her in. Let her serve as a handmaiden. If she ends up in the Hong Building, it truly is a fate worse than death. Father sent her here hoping you could save her life."
Zhu Binglan's body trembled, her eyes flashing with ecstasy. "Thank you, Chen Yu! Thank you, Chen Yu!"
"Fine," Shu Feng said flatly. "You can stay. You may withdraw now."
"Yes, Master!"
Zhu Binglan responded respectfully, then gritted her teeth and retreated to a side room.
