Xie Zhixing choked.
"You can say that to me, but don't say it to others, no matter how close you are to them."
Yun Jiao said, "Don't worry, Emperor, I'm not done living yet."
"You do know that kind of talk can cost you your head."
Xie Zhixing's large hand clasped the back of her neck. There were many enticing parts of a woman's body, but he particularly favored that small patch of skin on her neck, reminding him of how a cat carries its kittens in its mouth: "Actually, it's not as extreme as losing your head, but it would surely invite a lot of trouble. Besides, you're not suited to be the Empress. Being Empress means being busy with many daily tasks. If you want to live happily, you might as well wish to be the Noble Consort."
"Well, let's talk about that later! It's not really important."
Yun Jiao said lightheartedly.
