Ruru pouted, "I want to say something, but I couldn't hear clearly. I don't even know who that is, and then you just pulled me away."
The Fourth Prince felt relieved; it's good she didn't hear clearly.
He gently pushed Ruru, "You hurry back and sleep, I'll leave now."
Just as he was about to leave, Ruru suddenly exclaimed softly, "Oh no, the sachet my sister-in-law gave me—I don't know where I dropped it."
The Fourth Prince recalled that when he bumped into Ruru, she was indeed clutching a water-blue sachet.
His face turned pale, "Could it have fallen near that area?"
Ruru was not yet fully aware of the seriousness of the situation, thought for a moment, and shook her head, "Forget it, I'll endure one night, and let my sister-in-law make another one for me tomorrow."
The Fourth Prince was secretly anxious. What would happen if the sachet fell near that tree?
What if his mother or that man picked it up?
If his mother knew the sachet belonged to Ruru, would she...?
