Ceremonies and red tape are for shackling pedants. It's one thing to be proper on formal occasions, but in private, it's much more comfortable to just relax.
Gu Ziye was overjoyed. This was the first time she had ever snuck out on her own as a young woman.
When people get excited, they tend to talk more, asking about this and that.
She looked at Lu Yuan and asked, "I heard you don't just treat illnesses—you also invented a corn-shelling machine for the Court. That's so amazing!"
Lu Yuan smiled and said, "It's nothing special. I just know a little, and it happened to work out."
Gu Ziye leaned forward, getting closer. Looking at Lu Yuan, she said, "I also heard you can make all sorts of fun things. Is that true?"
Sitting across from her, Lu Yuan's gaze happened to land right on the neckline of Gu Ziye's dress.
It wasn't that Lu Yuan wanted to look; it was just that Gu Ziye had suddenly leaned so far forward that he honestly didn't know where else to avert his eyes.
