Shen Yuan's heart trembles at the reserved grief in Liu Mingyan's face and voice. Such elegant sorrow!! "Ah, please, of course. Let's find some tea, and I'll tell you all about Liu-shidi."
He sets off, hand still linked with Luo Binghe's—it's a bit rude, when they're not the ones who are married, but he doesn't want to let go, yet, not while Binghe carries Xin Mo. He's looking for that little Chinese-style anteroom he'd found here on his first day, when he'd had the world's most baffling tea conversation with Crowley the Christian devil weed dealer. The windows had been nice, and the place had just magically generated tea, like the bars do with liquor. It won't be tea up to Liu Mingyan's standards, obviously—she's Empress of the Three Realms!—but it's better than having to lead her and Binghe around like puppies while he fetches everything, like he does with Galahad and Magnus. The vibes are so different. It absolutely would not do. If it were still warm out or if he could have had time to prepare, ask Magnus for a little summer, he'd take her out to the pavilion under the cherry tree—but he guesses it's like all the proverbs say: You can't choose when your boyfriend's Empress wife will drop by to give him a cursed sword and hear all your stories about pranking her dead brother.
By the time they find the room he's feeling a little hysterical again. "Here, um, here we are." He slides the door open and gestures them inside.
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He sets off, hand still linked with Luo Binghe's—it's a bit rude, when they're not the ones who are married, but he doesn't want to let go, yet, not while Binghe carries Xin Mo. He's looking for that little Chinese-style anteroom he'd found here on his first day, when he'd had the world's most baffling tea conversation with Crowley the Christian devil weed dealer. The windows had been nice, and the place had just magically generated tea, like the bars do with liquor. It won't be tea up to Liu Mingyan's standards, obviously—she's Empress of the Three Realms!—but it's better than having to lead her and Binghe around like puppies while he fetches everything, like he does with Galahad and Magnus. The vibes are so different. It absolutely would not do. If it were still warm out or if he could have had time to prepare, ask Magnus for a little summer, he'd take her out to the pavilion under the cherry tree—but he guesses it's like all the proverbs say: You can't choose when your boyfriend's Empress wife will drop by to give him a cursed sword and hear all your stories about pranking her dead brother.
By the time they find the room he's feeling a little hysterical again. "Here, um, here we are." He slides the door open and gestures them inside.