Shen Wei set down the chrysanthemum in her hand and tugged at Li Yuanjing's sleeve. "Your Majesty, accompany your concubine to the main hall to receive them."
Li Yuanjing refused to move, his handsome face brimming with amusement. "Today is a day of rest. Here, there is only a humble tea-picker—no emperor in sight."
Shen Wei was speechless.
Last time, she had disguised herself as a palace maid, and the two had indulged in an exhilarating roleplay. She wasn't sure which nerve it had struck in Li Yuanjing, but ever since, he had taken great pleasure in assuming different identities during their private moments.
He truly loved to act.
But Shen Wei understood. The burdens of being emperor were heavy, and it was only with her that Li Yuanjing could cast aside restraint and be utterly carefree.
She casually shoved the half-plucked chrysanthemum into Li Yuanjing's hands and said with mock seriousness, "In that case, remove all the stray leaves from these flowers."
