Xi Zirui sits down on the floor, reclining against the low table, and smiles up at Han Yu. "Now this I have to hear."
Han Yu isn't smiling though, and he doesn't sit down either. "She told me she could set me free if I killed you."
Xi Zirui is surprised by that. He didn't expect Bai Mi to be so direct. "That was bold of her."
Han Yu spares him an unimpressed glare. "Is His Majesty going to let her plot behind his back?"
He must be annoyed at Xi Zirui, he always is, when he calls him 'His Majesty'.
"My King wanted to do the same not so long ago," Xi Zirui says, smirking widely.
Han Yu frowns. "That's different."
"How so?"
"It's this King's prerogative to kill you," Han Yu says, raising his chin haughtily. Kingly.
The words send a frisson of excitement through Xi Zirui. He finds that he likes that idea, his life resting only on Han Yu's hands, being his to dispose as he sees fit.