“Does Your Majesty also believe, like those ministers, that Prince Jin and I must have a winner and a loser?” Rui Yi turned his head and asked, half-jokingly, half-seriously.
Zi Yu looked at him with disappointment. “Is all Your Majesty sees a winner and a loser? All I see is life and death.”
Rui Yi said, “Those people have been whispering in Your Majesty's ear again...”
“I never believe what other people tell me is the truth,” Zi Yu cut him off. She looked down and saw that the water in the kettle had boiled, so she casually added some more water and said, her tone indifferent, “An eagle used to soaring through the sky would never be content to become a caged bird. Prince Jin is not that kind of man.”
Rui Yi looked at her. Rising steam clouded his vision, making her seem even more indistinct. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. “Your Majesty... I'm not the late emperor.”
This story takes place a very, very long time from now. I just picked a blurb at random; I'll revise it later.
