[Empress Ying hums in feigned thought. She turns around and suddenly leans back against Jing Yuan's chest, looking up at him through dark lashes and a flirtatious smile.]

An Emperor should be strong enough to protect his delicate Empress, should he not?

[Fanning herself lightly, she reaches up with her other hand to pet one of Jing Yuan's fox ears.]

And my feet are so dreadfully tired, though. [She doesn't look tired whatsoever.] So I shall leave it to my little vixen's cunning on what he must do.