Luo Binghe is getting too drunk to really listen to this, which is good since he wouldn't have understood it anyway. He lets the sound of her voice blur and tilts his glass back and forth, watching the light sparkle off the liquor, until it seems like she's about done. "Imagine if we had wed. I would only have disappointed you—I would have been the next story on your list. Oh, Queen Janet, I hope we never leave here." He sighs heavily. "What would I tell my wives? My Empress? What would I even begin to do?"