"No problem!"
Tang Wen readily agreed. "I'll give you a year's supply—no, wait. I have two distilleries. I'll just sign them over to you. I'll even provide for you, if you want!"
"You have to give it to me today. Tomorrow, it'll be fifty-five jars!"
Seeing him agree so readily, the Queen suddenly felt like she'd gotten a bad deal.
Tang Wen: "...I'll give it to you in a bit."
The Queen nodded in satisfaction. "So, what did you come here for?"
"To watch you wash—ahem, I mean, to see what's wrong with your body."
A moment of silence.
The sound of water splashing, SPLISH-SPLASH, as if she were repeatedly scooping it up with her hands.
"Speak up. If you don't, the wine is off the table."
"You dare!" The Queen looked at the worry on Tang Wen's face and said dryly, "How did you know? Was it just because my hand trembled that one time?"
"One time? After you got on the roof, your hand trembled a total of nine times!"
Xia Qingge sighed silently. "You can open your eyes now."
