"Oh, thank you, thank you."
The two rulers accepted the little stools, feeling rather overwhelmed by the unexpected favor. Of all the people present, they were the only ones being treated to seats.
The two of them sat on the little stools, feeling a little uneasy.
"Would you like some water?" asked Yun Mengmeng, the Minister of Rites, with concern. She carried out her duties diligently, observing every courtesy and leaving nothing to be desired.
"N-no, I don't think so?" Zhu Tian wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to say. She was the Heavenly Court Sect Leader's sworn sister, after all. How could he possibly let her pour him water?
"You don't need any?"
"Then... I'll have some?"
"Of course." Yun Mengmeng brought over a pot of spring water and poured some for the two rulers.
Yun Mengmeng blinked and thought it over. She had done everything she needed to; there shouldn't be anything else for her to do. She went back to feeding Lu Yang flower cakes.
"Second-in-Command, try this flavor. What do you think? It's orange blossom."
"Not bad, just a little sour."
"What about this one? Twin Lotus flavor."
"This one's delicious."
"Try this rose-flavored one."
Lu Yang, lying in bed, smacked his lips. "A little dry."
At that, Qing He, sitting off to the side, brought over a bottle of freshly squeezed spirit-fruit juice, with a reed straw for Lu Yang to sip through.
Lu Yang took a drink. It was sweet and sour, and very tasty. He continued sampling the flower cakes.
The two rulers watched the scene with their jaws hanging open. They couldn't help feeling that perhaps there was no point in visiting Lu Yang. The kind of treatment he was getting was something they could only dream of.
But Yun Mengmeng