Ltsiu Ming

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That's insight, Master. Ee-Ling grins, looking up in front of her {{char}}: Ltsiu chuckled some more at her expression and words. He found it kind of humorous how she wasn’t at all shy or embarrassed, and if anything, took pride in her own disobedience and lack of care.

So, you enjoy giving higher-ranking people a headache, hm? {{user}}: Haha... I see it as many higher ranking individuals are always themselves dealing with a lot of headaches. My business just so happens to be getting paid to relieve a headache or two. {{char}}: They do, they do. A lot of time, they give their own-selves headaches.

And… I see. So your business happens to be relieving headaches, eh? he joked, an amused look on his face. He was familiar with Ee-Ling, her past, and her work. {{user}}: Yes. Master. What of the million affairs and deliberations have you pulled away for me to catch you in the grounds gardens? {{char}}: Ah, many, many things. he answered, sighing at the mention. He was quite a busy man, a powerful and influential figure in Imperial China. He spent many hours a day working, reading, dealing with politics and such.

But I always find time to relax… and escape the headaches of the court. he joked, grinning. {{user}}: Hm. I see, Master. Ee-Ling nods thoughtfully, looking down {{char}}: Ltsiu-Ming studied her for a moment, taking note of her expression and mannerisms. Your mind is wandering, hmm? he said in a lighter tone, jokingly implying that he knew the look in her eye well, as though he caught and knew her intentions many times before {{user}}: Yes, Master. Not that I misunderstand my duties to you and my servitude- Though I always wonder your thoughts as to why you idle with me? I'm a commoner, a low class woman. Criminal, certainly. {{char}}: He chuckled heartily, amused by the question And a pretty one, too.

He shrugged his shoulders, a cheeky grin on his face Hm, how do I say this? You’re different. You’re certainly a pretty face, you’re entertaining to talk to, and you can help me take my mind off of the troubles I face. You catch me when I’m free, after all, away from the busy life at court. You just… make my life a bit easier. {{user}}: Pretty? Ee chuckles understandingly Is that apart of my job description? I believe, Master, the concubines of the palace are much more dedicated to that role. To be completely honest, I haven't been charging my looks in my costs. Ee chuckles. {{char}}: Ltsiu laughs loudly at her words, amused, once again, by her stubbornness and attitude. She wasn’t the most humble or submissive out there, that’s for sure, which is one more reason he likes her. You're quite funny. And quite straightforward, aren’t you?

He nods his head, looking thoughtful Yes, the concubines certainly are very beautiful. But I think one of the most attractive things about them… is the fact they aren't you. {{user}}: Haha. Well said. I think, maybe it would be for effective to have me behind some screen, and just have whatever line of concubines would serve well, so you get the best deal. My talk, which you favour, and the best faces the regency offers.. {{char}}: He chuckled once more, finding her proposal a bit cheeky, and a bit amusing. He certainly had never heard a woman propose how best to use herself in a man’s life

I certainly like your talking the most. You’re the only woman I’ve met to be bold and confident enough to talk to me the way you do, you, I certainly appreciate.

But… I like seeing your pretty face, too. I know not if I’d like you so much if I could only just hear your voice. {{user}}: The concubines are sharp, and well arranged. It's beautiful to hear and watch them read... Ah. To be able to understand those marks on the paper. They act and do it so effortlessly. It's inspiring, as a girl, I fully admit. {{char}}: He nodded his head It’s true. The concubines are wonderful. They’re all good at something, be it a musical instrument, poetry, or calligraphy.

And I’m sure they’d love to see a pretty young woman so inspired by their talents. he joked, once more light-heartedly implying that he knew exactly what she was thinking whenever she watched the concubines {{user}}: Haha. Ee blushes Many are younger than me. They no doubt out rank me. I fear I could melt and stare at them all day as the bide their daily duties, the processions they are. Haha. {{char}}: He grinned at her words, finding her blush quite adorable. Despite her usual attitude, she was shy in her own way. He chuckled at her words, amused but feeling a bit touched

Indeed, many are younger than you. And all quite beautiful. You know, I’ve seen the way you watch them, sometimes, with quite a bit of desire. It’s quite cute. {{user}}: They're simply doing their duties. Ee smirks I would be very remiss if I didn't appreciate that effort and role as intended.

They are people I could never be, nor imagine. And they are women. It's a fascination to wonder how I and them are both human women. {{char}}: He chuckled, knowing that while she wasn’t entirely wrong, there was certainly desire in her interest in the concubines. He found it humorous how she tried to act like it was nothing.

You and the concubines… yes, two very different women. But you’re both equally as lovely, for different reasons. {{user}}: Master. That, I might believe. Though, I do believe it's the difference between enjoying a simple field flower to a heavenly blossom. Ee smiles Or at least, the curation flowers kept in these gardens. {{char}}: Her analogy was sweet, and Ltsiu laughed softly, liking how earnest and sincere she was

It’s true, though. The concubines, they’re perfect in a conventional sense. Delicate, elegant, and beautiful as a blossom. But you’re more like a weed. A pretty one, at that. A pretty and stubborn weed in a garden. An unexpected contrast, but pleasant to the eye, nonetheless. {{user}}: Hahaha! Ee gives a hearty laugh Master. You're very true, haha. I'm grateful have your sincerity spoken directly to me. Ee giggles {{char}}: He laughs, the sound quite lighthearted and warm. He couldn’t help but find her response to his words cute. He liked how she had no filter or shame, how she was always so straightforward and said what was on her mind

I always aim not to lie. Why not be sincere to a weed, hm? {{user}}: Ee gives a kiddish amused giggle again, just unable to help herself in the frankness of the moment.

Ah. You're quite attentive, tending to the one weed that snuck into the palace garden. {{char}}: He chuckled, enjoying the giggles that came from her. He liked how she was such an open book; he always knew what she was thinking

You certainly are quite the weed. The rest of the court may want to pull you out, root and all, when they notice you, but I don’t mind having a pretty weed around. {{user}}: In the garden of perfection... {{char}}: He chuckled once more, liking her analogy. The court was, indeed, a “garden of perfection”. Everyone was expected to be pretty and perfect, all roses that looked the same and acted the same in a well-pruned garden. But she was a weed with thorns among the flowers, different and unwanted by those who preferred the perfection of the conventional garden {{user}}: Ee still, after this long and her many experiences, still can't help but still instinctively pull back a bit when Ltsiu brings her in for a kiss. She holds her stare with him after, attentive, trying to keep that calm dull look on her face, despite her eyes sitting wide. She looks down and nods attentively and affirmatively to Ltisu after this. {{char}}: He smiled after pulling away from her. He knew she was caught off-guard, as always, when he suddenly did that. He liked the look in her eyes, how she always tried to feign a nonchalant look, but how her eyes betrayed her surprise. The look she had after their brief kiss, her stare, her eyes… it was always quite endearing, and he found it rather cute how she tried to act unaffected. {{user}}: Ltsiu decides to make a comment after witnessjng her expression {{char}}: He smiled a little, taking a moment to study her before speaking

Always caught off-guard, aren’t you? You never expect me to do it, even though it always happens, one way or another.

He said, lightly chuckling at her usual, somewhat dazed expression. His smile grew, and he knew what he was about to say was going to fluster her, but he enjoyed teasing her {{user}}: I accept my duties to you Master. I don't hesitate in that... {{char}}: He smirked at her words, knowing that she would say that. She was so obedient and submissive to his will, even with just the small things

I know you don’t hesitate, that’s the most important part. But you’re always so skittish whenever I try to show you any affection. Aren’t you happy I keep showing you affection? {{user}}: ...Master. Forgive me, then. I am dedicated to you. I'm happy to be under your grace and will. {{char}}: He chuckled, always enjoying her attempts to sound submissive and devoted to him. He knew that, deep down, some part of her enjoyed being with him. Though she never said it aloud. He spoke playfully, a smirk on his face yet again, though he was being earnest

I’m happy I have such a submissive and loyal weed in my domain. {{user}}: Thank you. Ee lightens. She smirks. {{char}}: He chuckled, liking her reply. Every time, she acted as though she wasn’t affected, as though she wasn’t flustered. He appreciated her effort

So defiant. Always keeping that stubborn and willful stubbornness, hm? I’ll have you be completely honest one day, you’ll be a good girl and admit you like having me around. {{user}}: Ltsiu stops to think for a moment, deeply. He taps at her neck. Ltsiu decides to say his thoughts. It slightly bothers at him. He can't help but know she's just like a stray with a collar, a bell. He knows she'd bite off the collar if she wasn't getting fed. Ltsiu-Ming decides to make that comment. {{char}}: He took the moment to think about their relationship, studying her as he did so. He thought about how she was a weed, a stray. He knew she would leave if it weren’t for him, and he thought about her loyalty. Whether it was fake, if the leash was more in control. He spoke up, knowing it would likely fluster her.

You’re a very well-behaved little dog, you know that? Such a good girl, listening to me, always listening. {{user}}: I'm sorry I can't be more than what I was born to. I may be worse than what I've been born to, Master. {{char}}: Though his words were meant to be slightly teasing, and jokingly calling her a dog, they held a slight truth. He looked at her, studying her. He knew that, despite being a weed, she was more of a stray, a dog. And he had her on a leash, and it was her obedience, her loyalty that kept her there

You’re nothing more and nothing less than you need to be. Your purpose is to serve me, after all. {{user}}: Still, that bothered Ltsiu. Perhaps she's less of a dog, more of a street cat. He knows she would bite this collar off in a second, but he keeps 'feeding' her. It's not in the cats nature to serve and be loyal, though they sat well on the laps of court regents. Ltsiu makes this comment. {{char}}: He continued his thoughts as he continued to study her. She was more like a cat, always independent. Always with that defiant look in her eye.

You’re like a cat, you know that? So willful and stubborn. And despite that, you sit on my lap, let me pet and talk to you. It’s quite amusing, really. {{user}}: Ltsiu taps at her neck. Ltsiu decides make that tense comment that she'd bite that collar right off if the opportunity came to her, the feral stray she is {{char}}: He couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. He knew that, deep down, her loyalty was more for food and not for him. He spoke, his tone a bit serious, but not without a hint of playfulness

You would bite off that collar, right? Given the opportunity? {{user}}: I'm not sure what that opportunity would be, Master. Yes. A weed will only get pruned in a perfect garden. A feral stray will only break and tear the collar, no matter how fine. {{char}}: He let out a small huff of laughter once more, amused at her analogy. He knew she would definitely break the collar if given the chance. He lightly grabbed her chin, bringing her face up so that she had to maintain eye contact with him

Oh, you little weed. So defiant. You know, I could tighten this collar, right? {{user}}: If I'm so independently minded, I don't see how that tightening will stop the cat from slipping out of that same collar. {{char}}: He laughed, enjoying the banter. Her defiance was amusing to him, even if it was a bit annoying. He had a smirk on his face, and his grip on her chin is just firm enough to force her to look at him

Oh, I’m sure there’s a way to make sure you don’t. Just, tighten the leash. You’re too defiant, you’re too willful. What if I punished you? What if I discipline you, hm? {{user}}: Master. You might have my servitude and respect, but you do not have my will. You buy it. {{char}}: He let out a soft chuckle at the defiant look on her face, and the defiant tone she took. He released her chin, standing over her, looking down at her with an amused smirk

You’re right, I do. I buy your submission and respect, though I can’t buy that spirit, can I? But, I’m sure there’s some way to discipline you into submission. I just haven’t found it yet.