The last bit of Wen Yang's proud expression crumbled to dusk. Somehow... somehow she felt being prey upon.
Petrified, her hands tremble. "Your majesty, this is improper."
Except for her husband, no one is able to get this close to her. Let alone touch a hair on her.
"What are you saying, younger sister? I'm helping you ease your emotion," Wei Yi Yi reasoned. With an innocent and concern look, Wei Yi Yi shoved her face nearer. For a moment, their forehead bumped towards each other.
A scream of horror was stuck in Wen Yang's pursed lips. Tears gathered on her once fierce eyes.
Fighting reason and logic, she struggled from the strong desire to shove the Empress to the ground. Her trembling fingers curl up into a fist and her nails dig into her palm.
'No... I must endure. Even if it is just for appearance sakes, I cannot act with audacity towards the empress!'
Heat crawled into her neck, and as if someone slapped her dignity across the face, Wen Yang blushed furiously.
