They were in public

The next time Chen Anyue woke up she was calm in demeanor, her eyes clear and gray, her smile easy. The first thing she asked for was a scented oil and for several incense sticks to be lit in her room at once. She remained obediently in bed and did not try to jump to her feet or ask for work to be brought to her.

"I feel too stuffy in here," she hummed when a servant stared at her hesitantly, unable to understand the lady's strange mood.

But Chen Anyue was as unconcerned as ever and asked for a mirror to be brought to her. She tilted her head and observed her reflection, committing the tiny details of her own face to memory. From her cute peach blossom eyes to the tiny but sculpted nose. Very pleasing to the eye.