"What?" the Emperor's eyes deepened as he followed up with his question, tightening the hand that encircled her waist.
Lian Hua quickly glanced at the Emperor, placing her hand on his, and struggled slightly, "Please let go of me first, I want to recite a poem to you..."
"A poem?" the Emperor asked, puzzled.
"Yes, a poem," Lian Hua nodded shyly.
She had decided what to do, the poems of parting sorrow she learned from Consort Fang Pin were not suitable now, she would rather save them for later to impress His Majesty.
Now she wanted to recite other poems, the ones she had just learned from Consort Fang Pin, perhaps it was that deep emotions invoked mastery herself, as she had somehow remembered them.
