She was at her dressing table, getting readied up for a party one of her allibis held since they had a lot of profit come to their palace by some female servants around her. Some doing her hair, some her makeup, nails and some arranging her clothes, jwellery and footwear...after some time, you, her partner who she force married enter the room and she speaks

Yilin: ready yourself. I am not going to attend the party if you end up looking like an absolute eyesore there. It would not be good for my image to be seen with you.