Jing Jiu looked at her quietly.
The little princess looked at him quietly as well.
The two of them looked at each others' eyes; neither of them said anything.
After a long while, the little princess was probably tired; her knees gave in, and she failed to support herself with her hands. She fell forward and dropped into Jing Jiu's chest.
The voice of quarrel suddenly occurred in the hall. The two emperors were arguing about something.
The little princess gathered her courage and kissed on his cheek. And then she quickly sat back, as if she was burned by the fire. Afterwards, she giggled at Jing Jiu.
Since Jing Jiu didn't have the sword fire with him, he had no choice but to wipe the saliva off his cheek with his sleeve. "What if you mistake me for someone else?" he asked.
The little princess was startled. "You…you know who I am?" she said shyly while covering her face with her hands.