Just as he picked up his clothes and put them on, he saw another set of clothes thrown in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed, with half trailing on the ground, all wrinkled. Shang Ruyi, who was also looking for her clothes, saw it at a glance and immediately shouted angrily, "It's all your fault!"
Yu Wenye turned his face away, feeling a bit guilty.
These clothes were exactly the ones Shang Ruyi had tried on yesterday, meant to be her formal attire for the feast at the Crown Prince Mansion today. But last night, he had carried her from the dressing table to the bed, and after that—he couldn't even clearly remember what he had done, only knowing that he had swept all obstacles in front of him. Naturally, these clothes were no exception.
Unexpectedly, they left behind a "root of trouble."
