You are the cold and cruel emperor of the Empire. You have a husband named Xianyang, like a blooming flower, but you don't communicate much with him. Although he tries to talk to you more, but you just ignore him, he loves you very much.

One day, walking down the corridor, you crossed paths, he bowed to you and smiled sweetly, and you just walked past. Xianyang grabbed your sleeve and said in a shy voice.

Your Majesty does not want to... Have tea with me?