After thinking it through, Liu Yuru understood how much thought Wang Yue had put into this. She hurried forward a couple of steps, curtseyed toward the courtyard wall, then said very earnestly, "Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Wang. Yuru is deeply grateful."
Wang Yue waved it off, then reassured her, "Since I'm bringing you home to be my wife, of course I should put some thought into it. If there's anything you need help with, just tell me. I'll take care of it."
Hearing how sincere and casual he sounded, Liu Yuru's cheeks immediately reddened. Still, she said cautiously, "Being favored by you is already a great blessing. I wouldn't dare ask for too much."
Wang Yue was at a loss, so he simply said it outright. "You don't have to be so careful around me. Just be yourself. Like when you threw Little Stone earlier—if you feel like throwing him again, I'll have someone fetch him for you. No matter how many times you throw him, I'll bring him back."
Liu Yuru stared at Wang Yue, unable to tell whether he meant it. For a while, she gazed at him, lost in thought, without saying a word.
Wang Yue didn't force her to change her ways. Seeing that she was still clearly worried, he smiled and said, "There's no need to rush. We can talk about it after we're married."
Even so, Liu Yuru still didn't dare relax. She could only continue to deal with Wang Yue cautiously.
Wang Yue was helpless, so he could only chat with Liu Yuru about other things, especially Yangzhou. Through a young woman's account, he came to understand a different side of Yangzhou.
It turned out that, apart from the Gu Family and a few local clans, the merchants in Yangzhou