Nan Si was someone people both loved and hated, spoiled by the emperor until she could do whatever she pleased.
The emperor spoke in a soft, languid voice. "Nan Si, be my empress."
Nan Si knelt on one knee, her voice cool and clear. "Your Majesty is a cloud in the heavens, and I am mud on the ground. Mud cannot rise to the ninth heaven."
The emperor's good mood vanished in an instant. "..."
When the ministers urged him to choose consorts, the emperor gently coaxed her. "Nan Si, be my empress."
Nan Si remained unmoved. "Your Majesty is a cloud in the heavens, and I am mud on the ground. Mud cannot rise to the ninth heaven."
The emperor's face turned livid. "..."
The emperor was so furious that he kicked over a chair!
The emperor pleaded softly, "Si'er, surely you can't let my child be born without a name or status."
Nan Si: "What's status? Can you eat it?"
