"Ten," shrugged Zhao Xinying, ignoring the gasps from the ministers and onlookers around them. "Give or take one or two on a bad day."
Dimitri chuckled softly as he stared at Zhu Deming, "You know, I like you. I approve of that one," he announced, pointing to the Second Prince. "He looks like he is clinging to his sanity by the skin of his teeth. He'll be fun to play with. How about I leave you some seeds for a wedding present? You never know if they'll bloom into something… wrathful."
Zhao Xinying cocked her head to the side, but didn't say anything. "I'll think about it," she agreed after a moment. After all, demon seeds could add a whole new element to her world. But she couldn't be sure if it was a smart idea or not.
"Would you mind if we went back to the ceremony? We're almost done. I'm sure that I would be very interested in speaking to my wife's… uncles… at a later time," smiled Zhu Mingyu as Dimitri and Zhu Deming continued to stare at each other.
