Xiao Moxian and Wang Jingyuan sat across from each other at the circular table in the living room of Wang Jingyuan's temporary suite. The maid from earlier brought in some tea, poured them each a cup, and then left, closing the door behind her.
Xiao Moxian took a sip of tea. "Ask me whatever you want, Jing-Jing. I promise to answer truthfully."
Wang Jingyuan wrapped her hands around her teacup, her shoulders slightly hunched. At this point she was fairly confident that her guesses were correct, but she still wanted to hear the confirmation from Xiao Moxian himself. Xiao Moxian, the Fifth Prince.
"Your Highness—" Wang Jingyuan began. The formal address sounded alien and unnatural. Xiao Moxian held up his hand.
"Jing-Jing, please, just call me Moxian. We are friends; you do not have to be so formal with me."
"Okay. Moxian." Wang Jingyuan nodded. There was a lot to ask. Where does she even begin?
