The door closed, and the Empress, maintaining her dignified posture, also shed her 'outer garment.' Her fair face with slender eyebrows curved like the moon.
With a playful smile, she asked, "How long have you been waiting?"
Actually, I just arrived... Zhao Douan squeezed out a reassuring smile, "Waiting a bit doesn't matter."
Hmm, appropriately showing some hardship—a habit of instinctual misfortune exaggeration.
Xu Zhenguan waved his hand for him to sit, then walked to the curio shelf, lifting a jade box with her slender hands.
Opening the lid, inside were golden dried chrysanthemums. The Empress grasped a pinch in her palm, then turned to uncover the teapot on the table, pouring in the chrysanthemum tea, a specialty of Yu Country.
After a while, the Empress personally brewed tea and filled a cup for Zhao Douan.
"Your Majesty..." Zhao Douan was flattered and startled.
