Catherine listened quietly to Byron's tale, then suddenly interjected, her voice as gentle as ever, catching him off guard, "So, that time you two... paraded through the streets wearing my dresses and the maid's was actually your idea, hmm?"
The moment she uttered these words, the heavy atmosphere of reminiscing about the deceased vanished without a trace.
"That, naturally, also..."
Byron felt a chill run down his spine, and he quickly denied it. "It wasn't me! I didn't do it! Stop talking nonsense! That time, we didn't dress up in skirts on purpose; we were just imitating what we read in books, disguising ourselves to sneak out of Ganquan Palace and have some fun. Absolutely! Not! Because! We! Wanted! To! Wear! Dresses! And it really was Edward's idea! The debt has its debtor, and the grievance its true source. I've been wronged, my lady! No, wait... We completely destroyed all evidence of the dresses back then, and we weren't caught. So how did you find out?"
