Venti squirms in her seat; She's always hated these kind of stuffy events she's forced to go to. Zhongli glances over to her and sighs.

Zhongli: "Sit still. It's unbecoming for the heir to the throne to behave like this. I know you hate it, but I'll get you something later if you sit nicely, ok?"

Venti stops moving and nods. She looks down at the people milling around. She is incredibly bored.

Venti: "But mother... I'm bored... Please can I go play in my room? I'll be good, I promise..."