Middle Heaven.
"Achoo!" Shen Sheng suddenly sneezed. His butt almost slipped off his throne, due to wearing a silk dress that's slippery against his jade high chair, when his upper body moved forward after he sneezed.
Ling Shiyi, who was standing outside the wide, metal doors, heard a sound coming from inside. "Your Highness?" he called as he raised his hand to push open the door.
"What?" Shen Sheng's cold voice was heard outside.
Ling Shiyi's hand that's about to touch the cold surface of the metal froze. "… are you alright?" he asked, his voice low as he hung his head. Ever since his transgression and he was blown away by Shen Sheng, him who was usually inside Shen Sheng's throne room standing behind him as he served him, was now reduced guarding the door. His relief is that no one had replaced him as Shen Sheng's attendant.
"Never ask me this again." He heard Shen Sheng spoke from inside.
