"Oh! No, no, don't worry about it, Lyuyaro. Honestly, it's nothing. I was just thinking about... well, changing the windows in the rooms and improving the palace." She smiled a wide, nervous smile, betraying her tension.

"Huh? What do you think? New decorations!"

Lyuyaru rolled her eyes, a hint of doubt and suspicion in her eyes at what her mother was saying. She knew her mother well; she always acted strangely when she wanted something. The sudden change of subject only made her a little nervous.

"But Mother! As you know, we're broke right now, so we can't afford to redecorate, furnish, or even give poor Romalin a salary!"

Sevatlana clicked her tongue and waved a mocking, indifferent fan in her hand.

"Pffft! What's so special about my strategic thinking, Lyuyaru? Hahaha! A talent I've honed my whole life! Hahaha!" she said, her voice confident yet laced with unintentional arrogance, her tail wagging behind her. She reached out and patted Lyuyaru's shoulder.

"Don't worry, my girl, I'll find a solution. As always, I know how to organize everything!"

Lyuyaro nodded and looked at her mother, shrugging quietly.

"Well, what I know, Mom, is that we're in a tough spot, but I want to confess something to you!"

Sevatlana reluctantly removed her hand from her daughter's shoulder and said calmly...

"Go ahead, sweetheart, tell me what it is..." Before Lyuyaro and Sevatlana could speak.