She Forgot Her Promise

"Don't you have work to do? Why are you here?", Xing asked the Emperor, leisurely sitting in their garden pavilion and sipping the tea Xing brewed.

"What a disrespectful host", the Emperor didn't mind her and shooed her away watching his brother walking towards them, "Bring back my son. Go.. Go...Hanmi will be waiting to have dinner with me"

" Disrespectful? Me?", Xing sneered, "Coming here often... You are no guest. You almost live here. What a nice father you are to slack off here while letting your eleven year old son out there to take care of your work?", Xing curled her lips blaming the Emperor.

In that nice spring evening, in that lavish garden, along with the sound of the chirping birds, the gentle breeze that ruffled their hair that would lift up one's mood, lost to the joyful cheering and giggles of children that were heard from the distance, livening up the place.