Wang Xifeng entered just then, carrying a bowl of hangover soup with a faint fragrant breeze about her. Seeing Song Qingshu sitting up in bed, she paused slightly before smiling. "So the prince of Qi is already awake. Have some soup to sober up."
Song Qingshu waved his hand. "Thank you for your kindness, Madam, but I've rested for a while and feel much better already. There's no need for hangover soup." Who knew whether Jia Sidao had added something to it? Though he was now immune to all poisons, there was no reason to take such a risk.
Wang Xifeng did not insist and said with a smile, "I never expected Your Highness to become my husband's teacher. When I see you in the future, should I address you as Prince or as Teacher?"
Song Qingshu replied, "The title of teacher is far too weighty. Besides, I'm teaching Jia Lian and the others; it has nothing to do with you, Madam. In the future, we can each use our own form of address. Call me whatever you wish."
"That won't do," Wang Xifeng said with a sweet smile. "As they say, a married woman follows her husband. Since Your Highness is my husband's teacher, you are naturally my teacher as well. But calling you Teacher makes you sound old. How about I call you Sir instead?"
"Why be so formal, Madam? We all know it is merely a formality. I do not have much time to teach the young masters and ladies in the first place," Song Qingshu answered.
"That won't do. Proper etiquette must still be observed. Sir, please accept this bow from your disciple." As Wang Xifeng spoke, she respectfully moved to kneel on the floor. Song Qingshu was startled and hurriedly reached out to help her