Li Yuyu grew increasingly restless the more she thought about it.
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Xiu grabbed Li Yuyu's arm, raising an eyebrow.
"You're going to hold a selection, aren't you!" Li Yuyu looked into Yan Xiu's eyes, speaking in a muffled voice.
"Selection?" Yan Xiu chuckled lightly, "Are you jealous?"
Jealous my foot!
Li Yuyu immediately bristled like a feisty little cat, putting her hands on her hips while looking up at Yan Xiu. "Who's jealous? Why would I be jealous! You're the Emperor, if you want as many women in your harem as you can have, what does it have to do with me?"
"Jealous?"
"If I got jealous over this, I'd die of sourness myself!"
Yan Xiu covered Li Yuyu's head with his hand, gently stroking her hair.
"I understand the Empress Dowager's intentions," he paused, switching terms of address before continuing, "But to me, it's just about tying up courtiers, obediently, I won't touch them."
