Long Zihan's grin widened mischievously as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "So, Elder Brother, when am I to expect a niece or nephew to spoil?"
The emperor shot him a sharp glare, though a faint tinge of color appeared on his ears. "Zihan, do you take pleasure in speaking nonsense? Focus on yourself before meddling in my affairs."
Zihan laughed heartily, clearly unbothered by the emperor's stern expression. "Come now, Brother, it's a fair question. With how close you and the empress have become lately, it's only natural to wonder."
The emperor sighed, his usual stoicism slipping as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You've grown bolder, haven't you? Perhaps I've been too lenient with you."
Zihan leaned back, hands raised in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I'll stop. For now." His grin softened into a genuine smile. "But truly, it's good to see you happy. You've earned it, Brother."
