"Greeting, Your Majesty," Hong Liu try to stand up from where she was sitting on the lower tea table at the porch the of the guest quarters that she moved in recently because she was yet recovering. Xian Zhen enters with his three attendants who were now waiting for step down on the porch, as he steps in.
"Sit, don't move much," Xian Zhen said, he finally had decided he hates it now when she addresses him as 'Your Majesty' since she woke up from her injury she becoming more and more formal every day, this was just that one moment when she woke up and fall asleep in his arm that he felt the closest to her. He wants to feel that way again, not this formal and polite respect she is showing him. Its been a week, she is still recovering so he didn't think it might be appropriate for him talk about his intentions. But now...
She nodded and he sat across her, she pours him some tea.
