Yun Huang watched his performance without expression throughout. Only after that round of probing, which could have passed for a "grand exhibition of forms of address," did he let out an almost imperceptible sigh. His golden eyes betrayed profound speechlessness: give this man three shades of color, and he would open a whole dyehouse.
"In private, when no one else is around, as you please," Yun Huang finally said mildly, bringing the farce to a close.
He had tacitly permitted the most intimate form of address, but promptly added, "In public, simply address me as 'Your Majesty.'"
The boundaries were drawn with perfect clarity.
Yun Qing relaxed, his smile regaining its usual sunny ease. "As you command! Then... Brother Huang, care to try this Cangwu Nectar?" He raised the jade flask again.
He slapped off the talisman seal. A rich, mellow wine fragrance mingled with the Cangwu Divine Tree's extraordinary fruity, woody aroma and instantly spread through the air. A mere whiff set the Immortal Power throughout his body dancing, bathing his Divine Soul like a welcome rain.
"For confiscating this 'stolen property,' that girl Yun Zui spent days cursing me over in logistics for letting officials set fires while forbidding commoners so much as a lamp." Chuckling as he teased, Yun Qing poured the nectar into two lustrous white jade cups.
Indeed, he had returned the bottle Yun Shuanghua later bought by selling spiritual plants to the public stores, properly recording it in the inventory. As for this exquisite bottle Yun Zui had "liberated," naturally, he, the "official," had casually confiscated it for "public use." Now it was just the thing to share with his lord.
The faintest trace of amusement flickered in Yun Huang's eyes. His slender fingers accepted the jade cup, his fingertips brushing Yun Qing's.
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