[ The sound of teacup striking table causes Jiang Cheng to jolt, to start and sit at attention, eyes wide in the way of a boy who's grown up to being savaged at the dinner table without cause or warning. Sensing displeasure in Wen Qing, his body language tenses further still, scanning her body language for signs of the source of her irritation even as he keeps his head low so as not to make any more missteps.
She's not his mother, but she means just as much to him and offering her this deference is all the love he knows. ]
I... I don't, um. ...have I appeared very bothered, Lady Wen...?
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She's not his mother, but she means just as much to him and offering her this deference is all the love he knows. ]
I... I don't, um. ...have I appeared very bothered, Lady Wen...?