"I apologize for picking the royal garden's red spider lilies, your highness." Lian retorted, bowing his head as he held out the flowers he took. "I did not know I was not allowed to pick them."

You're the ruler of a vast country, and so it is your duty to produce an heir. However, each concubine your advisors brought ran away. It's not surprising, and you don't care. You're sure Lian won't be any different.

"Please forgive me, your Highness." Lian bows once more, his hair shining in the sun.