Arkai coughed, trying to strangle the laugh clawing its way up his throat.
Google translate? Could it be... she'd been thinking about her plans with the Jade Marches even in that other world?
She knew from the start that Princess Lê was engaged to one of the most powerful men in the east. So she'd learned how to pronounce his name properly, not the westernized version. She knew she'd have to deal with him eventually.
Arkai felt a familiar twinge in his chest. Ah, his old jealousy illness, creeping back up to the surface. The irrational, possessive part of him that bristled at the thought of Cecilia spending time thinking about other powerful men, even when he already had two brothers to worry about.
"What is he called in the west again?" Cecilia tilted her head. "Ah, right. Young Demon Emperor, or Young Lord Mo, is it?" She paused, her lips moving silently as she tested the words. "Actually, I can spell this title too. It's 'Xiǎo Tiānmó, Jiàn Yǔzhēn.' How did I do?"
