The Empress carefully placed the teapot on the stove and turned back to look at the dog Emperor, who lounged against soft pillows, his narrow phoenix eyes revealing an extremely rare laziness.
"If Your Majesty has something to say, just speak, for this concubine is not hard of hearing and can listen," she said.
The Emperor looked at the Empress's indifferent expression and felt somewhat hurt. He had thought she would be happy about what he said yesterday, but instead, she retorted, "Is that even a secret? All Your Majesty knows is to deceive this concubine."
"What I said yesterday was heartfelt. Does Lingling not believe it?"
The Empress picked up her teacup, leisurely blew it cool, and took a few sips, "Whether it's heartfelt or not, Your Majesty knows best."
