Long Xuan was walking behind Long Yang after the imperial court was over when he suddenly sneezed.
When Long Yang heard the sound, he observed the weather and asked, "Are you feeling chilly?"
Long Xuan lifted a hand and rubbed his nose. "I'm not cold, but somehow I feel that someone is cursing me behind my back."
Long Yang darted a look at him. "It looks like you have too much free time on your hands lately."
Long Xuan smiled bitterly. "Royal Uncle, I've traveled thousands of miles not long ago in search of Royal Aunt. I have only managed to rest for a few days. I'm not that free at all. I still haven't gotten enough rest."
