Princess Zhimie paused while pouring herself a cup of immortal wine as she raised her head to stare at her court officials in disbelief. She was one hundred and one percent sure her sister had written letters to all of them a day before, imploring them all to behave and be more accommodating to the black dragon. To know they were all wrong to hold unlawful prejudices against him without fully understanding why he once abandoned them one hundred thousand years ago.
Princess Zhimie felt strangely uncomfortable with that question. It was so obvious that it was structured in a way to ruin the happy mood flying about. The tension that occurred seconds after if it had any color it would be grey. The dullest shade.
Lingxiao's movements also paused at their 'question'. It rubbed on him in a way that caused his eyes to flicker over to them, warning them all for the last time not to continue.
