"Move the candle," I grumbled, narrowing my eyes at Deming. I had just gotten finished dealing with Lady Yuan, when my loving husband decided to call yet another war meeting.
Zhu Deming glanced up from the map on the table between us, his brows furrowed. "What?" he asked, looking at me more than a little confused.
I pointed. "If you put it there, it melts the wax seal on the Yelan border. Again." It wasn't the first time we had had this conversation and it wasn't going to be the last.
With a grunt, he shifted the candle slightly to the right. "It's not my fault you label everything with blood."
"It's not blood," I replied, wrinkling my nose as I dragged my sleeve across a drying edge. "It's seal lacquer. Same color, just slightly less ominous."
Zhu Mingyu didn't look up from his seat across the table. "You two bicker like married peasants."
"Better than governing like spoiled royalty," I replied sweetly, blinking my eyes.
