Liu Mingyan watches Shen Yuan drag away his fellow ghost, and then notes, with interest, that only a single kiss has painted Luo Binghe's cheeks a delicate pink. He was not lying about the difference in his attractions; Liu Mingyan has seen him half-dressed with one woman astride him and another with her mouth on his fingers, far less affected than this.
If they were friends in truth—nay, she thinks, they are friends in truth. If they were only friends, and practiced at it, and had no structures of power between them—friends like Luo Binghe seems to have friends, here—she would ask him how he knew the attraction he felt to women was false. Whether it meant anything to him, to be a man who loves only men; whether he'd learned, in this strange place, with these strange people, if there are women who love only women. She is not among their number, of course; she merely dislikes when men can see her fully, and cultivates a chaste path.1 But the concept intrigues her.
But he is still her Emperor, and she is still his Empress, so she simply bows her head. "It will bring me great joy to see you upon your throne again," she says, somehow both more and less of a lie than when she arrived, and stands to take her leave.
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Date: 2023-12-20 05:09 pm (UTC)If they were friends in truth—nay, she thinks, they are friends in truth. If they were only friends, and practiced at it, and had no structures of power between them—friends like Luo Binghe seems to have friends, here—she would ask him how he knew the attraction he felt to women was false. Whether it meant anything to him, to be a man who loves only men; whether he'd learned, in this strange place, with these strange people, if there are women who love only women. She is not among their number, of course; she merely dislikes when men can see her fully, and cultivates a chaste path.1 But the concept intrigues her.
But he is still her Emperor, and she is still his Empress, so she simply bows her head. "It will bring me great joy to see you upon your throne again," she says, somehow both more and less of a lie than when she arrived, and stands to take her leave.
1 Obviously.