( gently picks up, cradling the cat in the nook of his arm, and presses another light kiss to its head. a hand glides softly over its back. )
your majesty finally feels a little rounder. that's good.
( ! ) ( smiles slightly inclining forward in agreement. his hand instinctively reaches for qiyu's. )
If your Majesty feels well enough, I am more than happy to come along.
( it's rare to see his Majesty so eager about something. most of his days are spent fretting over the state of the court or fearing it in anticipation, or nursing the occasional bout of sickness; yuqian has less seen him with anything beside a crease between his brows.
听你的.( obedient,hurrying into his room to put on a less formal robe,plain yellow paled in comparison to what he wears upon throne. the mianguan is also abandoned,simply putting on a jade hairpin. jingtai returns afterwards,gleaming &.
( lunch is finished, and the cooks are busying themselves with preparing the next meal's ingredients, so they were quite happy to let yuqian borrow a stove. jingtai, of course, insisted on helping tie his sleeves behind his back. )
is there anything you'd like to eat
and bows. )
in that case, shall I suggest your Majesty put on a change of clothes? the odour of grease and smoke may linger in the kitchen; it would be a shame to sully your imperial robes.
it... wouldn't, that's for certain, but... ( hardly anyone has heard of an emperor in the imperial kitchen——but then again, it's the emperor's own palace, so why he should he not be in his own kitchen?
yuqian considers, then puts his hands together, one wrapped over the other,