Hai~! Long time, no read, ne? I meant see! Err, something. Anyways, so I took a break because I "planned" to do Camp Nanowrimo, to see if I can even ever get anything done, especially in a month. Long story short, I couldn't. I kept going in and out of stories and switching. But I'm back. I really wanted to update PBTPT for a long, long time, and I finally did it. It didn't turn out the way I was expecting it to, but it's better than what I originally planned. I liked how chapter 7 turned out, so I hope you'll like it too. Thank you for reading! Please enjoy~!

Promise by the Peach Tree

Chapter 7

Longing

The afternoon sunlight peered into the house through the opened windows as I sat at the table with my sisters who laughed and chatted cheerfully. And though they were here with me, as I sat there with my embroidery circle and needle, I couldn't help but feel lost in thoughts.

Lately, I've been thinking… I kept thinking back to the night before Zilong left me on my father's military campaign with my father. I remembered the way that the moonlight casted on his well toned body and the soft words that he whispered into my ears. The way he touched me, the way he kissed me, the way he caressed me… It was all so gentle.

Not once was he ever rough with me.

Even if it had hurt, even if it was felt strange at first, there was a pleasurable sensation in it. It felt good…

If only my husband were still here…then we could…

I blushed and pouted, shaking my head in hopes that I could shake off the thought.

Without realizing it, I have stopped embroidering all together, being lost in my thoughts.

"Ooh~! Just what is Qin Jie Jie thinking about? I wonder~" Yinping teased me, pinching my cheek a little before returning to embroidering. The rest of my cousins giggled quietly, being sure not to look my way.

"Qin Jie Jie must be thinking of Lord Zhao Yun, after all, her face is all red. It's been like think all week!" Zhang Li exclaimed and her quiet older sister decided to chime in as well.

"Something must have happened before Lord Zhao Yun left for Qin Jie Jie's face to become that red."

"Dui, dui! I just wonder what it could be." Sanniang and Yinping giggled together with perverted looks on their faces.

"Could it be? 'Ah! Zhao Zilong, you're so strong, ahh~!'" Yinping gave off a soft whimper, shying away from Sanniang, turning her face away.

"Hey!" I frowned at the two. "Don't call him that! He's my husband, not yours!"

"Ooh, Qin Jie Jie's getting possessive!" Sanniang teased as the girls laughed. "'Xiao Qin'," Sanniang deepened her voice, pretending to be Zhao Zilong as she pulled Yinping into an embrace, "'Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you~!'" She pursed her lips as though she was going to kiss Yinping.

Trying not to laugh, Yinping covered her face away from Sanniang with her sleeve, "'My Lord, how embarrassing!'"

I gasped in horror, "I do not call my husband 'my Lord'! Stop this nonsense immediately!" And I frowned, "And I most definitely do not act like that!"

"'Xiao Qin! My sweet peach blossom!'" They ignored me and continued their little skit. "'Let us go to the bedroom and make love as though ours will never end'!" Sanniang jumped onto Yinping and the two girls fell off their seats, laughing together on the ground.

"Ha, ha, ha! Very funny! Bao Sanniang! Guan Yinping!" I frowned at them, narrowing my eyes. "For your information, we did no such thing, you…" I tried to think of the least vulgar word as possible. "You…indecent young women!" Good enough.

Sanniang and Yinping finally got up after controlling themselves and sat down. "It was only a joke, Jie Jie."

"But what could possibly make you face become all rosy like that?"

"Is it?" Sanniang gasped in shock as she turned to look at Yinping.

Yinping only covered her chest and gasped in horror. "'Lord Zhao Yun, how dare you look at my bosoms!'"

"'Show them to mee~!" Sanniang jumped onto Yingping, pretending to aim for groping her chest.

"Ladies!" I frowned, getting annoyed, but blushing at the same time, "we do not act like this."

"Qin Jie Jie, you're no fun at all!"

"Dui ma! Only Sanniang and I are the playful ones, how boring."

I frowned and stared down at my embroidery circle, continuing to work on my piece of cloth. By the time I expect my husband to come home, a new set of clothes should be ready for him.

My husband, it seems that ever since that night, I've grown more accustom to calling him that. After all, we've consummated, I suppose that's enough to mean that I belong to him already…

No! I…! I don't belong to no man! How…excruciating these thoughts are.

Maybe Xiao Sanniang and Yinping Mei Mei are right. Am I too uptight? Or am I just to defensive? I just don't want to be too vulnerable is all. I can't stand the thought of a man having his way with me whenever he feels like.

But that night, I don't know if I should make it an exception or not, after all, he is my husband. Oh, these thoughts are so complicated?

I sighed and looked out the window, when will my husband come home?

The peach blossoms outside the window were already beginning to bear fruit. My husband left on the day of my birthday. Of course Shan and my sisters celebrated with me, but… No matter, it times of turmoil, who am I, as an insignificant human being, to stall my husband. It's not as though I wish to spend time with him, but if he were to know that it was my day of birth, I would appreciate a gift or at least a few words of blessing. Even my own father left me a gift with Shan.

When will he come home and see me?

"Qin Jie!" I turned around, pushing back my bangs with the back of my hand. "These do not perish as quickly, is that right?" I smiled and shook my head. "Ah! That's great, I hope that Bao Ge Ge likes them then."

"Yinping must like Ge Ge then! I'll be sure to send that to him in my letter!"

Letter?

"Zhang Li! You best not!"

Why have I not think of that before?

I frowned at myself as I continued to pack packages for the soldiers at war. This one was for my father. Only during these troubled times will my father actually receive kind gifts from me. Sweet buns and pickled vegetables as well as tea I would buy on the way to his domain. Because Zhao Zilong is no longer home, I took comfort in spending my days back in my maiden home.

Dear Zhao Zilong…

I frowned at myself before crumpling up the piece of paper.

Dear Husband…

I frowned even more and tore that one to pieces.

I've never written a letter to anyone before, so…how should I start?

I frowned as I sat there in the candle light of my old room. I could ask my sisters, but I wouldn't want them knowing I sent Zilong a letter.

Dear General…

I stared down in thought before proceeding with the letter.

Dear General,

"Qin Jie Jie, is this one for me?" Shan held up a piece of cloth that I had been embroidering.

I frowned at him, cutting the fabric beneath my hand. "A'dou! Do not touch! When it's winter, it will be ready for you."

"Qin Jie Jie, why are you so good at everything?"

I frowned a little, averting my eyes before continuing to work on a new winter coat for my husband. Because Shan is not my step mother's son, she doesn't make clothes for him. She has offered, but as I said, A'dou is not her son, I will take care of him. Usually, every summer, I would make a winter coat only for Shan, because my step mother would make ones for her sons and my father already, there's no point in me making any for him anymore. I've gotten better over the years and even my works have been praised, so my husband best be appreciative to have me for a wife.

Shan may ask why I'm so good at everything, but even someone like me does not know how to write a letter to a loved one.

Is Zhao Zilong even a loved one of mine?

Why haven't you return?

"One, two, three, four…" It is usually around this time of year that the girls and I would beginning practicing a new dance for new years. "…five, six, seven, eight!"

So not only do I have to finish making new clothes for Shan and Zilong, I have to make new costumes for myself to match my sisters and other girls.

I can cook and I can dance and I can play instruments, but one thing I'm not very good at is communicating 'sweet' words.

I'll be expecting you home soon.

I finished tying the package and tossed it over to Shan to put away in the carriage. "Why is this package so heavy?"

The girls laughed and giggled, "If it is heavy, Qin Jie Jie must have packed something extra special for Lord Zhao Yun~!"

I smiled to the girls sweetly. Something extra special indeed.

I'll have tea waiting for you.

He never got to drink the tea that I brewed.

I sighed, as I finished packing my father's package and tied it. It was an even bigger package. This strange feeling of sorrow over came my heart and I can't help but feel hurt. It's all because of him that I've gotten better at brewing tea, but he hasn't even tasted my results once.

"Lord Zhao Yun! A package for you!"

"For me?" Zhao Zilong smiled in glee, approaching the supply packages distributor. "Finally." He smiled sweetly, "I've been waiting all month for this package."

"Waiting to see what Xiao Qin has packed for you, aren't you?"

Lord Ma Chao pat his back roughly, waiting to see what could be there too.

"It's heavy." The distributor lugged it over and dropped it into Zilong's arms.

"It is heavy." He exhaled and inhaled before sighing, reaching to pull the string.

"For it to be so heavy, Lady Liu must have packed something extra special indeed." Zilong laughed, trying not to boast about his little, child-like wife before the three of them watch the package open only to have rocks fall out of it to their feet. They all stared, dumbfounded before Zilong laughed a little, hurt and sighed.

"Zhao Zilong, it seems I have something that belongs to you." They three turned to look over to Lord Liu Bei as he held a package to him. "I figured something was up when my package came twice as big. Xiao Qin would never pack me such a large parcel."

Zhao Yun took the package and opened it, receiving food and a clean pair of clothes as well as a piece of paper stuck in between. He smiled to Lord Liu Bei and bowed. "Thank you, My Lord!"

"No need to thank me." Liu Bei smiled and turned to leave, "It seems she misses you, I assume, to have played such a childish trick."

Zhao Yun smiled and stood back up, carrying his parcel to his tent. To play such a childish trick, after all, she was his, and only his, little, child-like wife.

He sat down and lighted a candle and opened the letter he received, though so small, it was a letter he'll treasure indeed.

Dear General,

Why haven't you return?
I'll be expecting you home soon.
I'll have tea waiting for you.

Also, the day that you left me, I would have appreciated just a simple word of it.
But I guess it can't be help, perhaps you didn't know what that day meant to me.
Return as soon as possible, Zhao Zilong.

Liu Xiang Cai

"The day that I left you…?" He stared down in confusion before smiling and chuckling to himself. He folded the small letter and stuck inside his shirt, not wanting to lose it, before leaving the tent, asking for paper and a brush and ink, hoping to write a letter back as well.

Days and weeks passed by and Autumn has already colored the world in orange and red. The leaves of the peach blossoms are beginning to fall. And here I am, taking an afternoon stroll with my sisters and he has yet to return.

I've never realized how lonely it was, being without him. Though I have my sisters, I suppose that it cannot compare to having someone who is supposedly one's lifetime companion, though he may have other wives if he chooses. If he would like to have more wives, he can go ahead and look for them! See if I care! They just can't live in the house my father gave to us. If they can't find a place, perhaps then they are welcomed to sleep on the dirt outside of the house.

Months have passed and still no return.

I guess it can't be helped that troubled times holds back soldiers at war. And that is the exact reason why I do not like fighting. It was due to fighting that my mother was lost. But as a woman in this world ruled by men, what can I do to ease the chaos… There's nothing I can do.

After a long while, I stopped working on Zilong's new winter coat and finished Shan's instead, having him try it on to see if it would fit well.

"Qin Jie Jie always makes wonderful clothes." Shan smiled brightly, excited about his new coat.

"Of course." I tore the seams out of Zilong's coat, making Shan stare at me in shock. "Because I can't have my brother be seen dressed improperly and unsuitably."

"Qin Jie, what are you doing?" Shan approached me and laid a hand on mines. He seemed surprised, perhaps because my hands were so cold.

I only looked up to Shan, "Why make a coat for Zilong when he's not even here?" I frowned and continued to tear the seams out.

Shan only frowned and sat next to me, taking the little knife away from me and threaded a needle, sewing it back himself. "Qin Jie Jie, even though Lord Zhao Yun's not here right now, you already know that he'll be here sooner or later. Qin Jie Jie must really miss Lord Zhao Yun." He smiled to me reassuringly.

I frowned at him, looking away before smirking and scoffing. "I don't really care if he returns or not, all I have is you, A'dou. And it'll be just you and me."

Shan frowned as me and stood up, dropping the cloths. "Jie, don't be so cold. That's the part of you that I don't like most. Not only is he your husband, but he is also our savior." My eyes began to well up. "You shouldn't say such horrible things, you'll never know if the heavens decide to punish you for your words or not." Shan bowed to me before taking off his coat and leaving my room.

I couldn't get rid of this pain in my heart, but I refused to cry out loud as well. And though I tried so hard, I couldn't stop the tears that slid down my cheeks.

I can't believe that I'm actually thinking this but…I really do miss Zhao Zilong.

Though I've been so heartless to him and so hard on him, he's been so kind and patient with me. I would always be yelling at him and refusing any of his requests, but he would always be gentle with me and would do whatever I ask of him.

I'm not a good wife, I'm not a good person. And it's selfish of my, but I don't want him to come back to me because I don't deserve such a good husband. There's nothing good in life that I deserve at all.

I mean and I'm uncompassionate and I say mean things and I'm just not good at being good and so many things!

Because I'm like this, one day, he'll come to resent me. He'll hate me and leave me.

A message came a while ago and it is expected that everyone would return home on this day at dawn.

Early this morning, just as I promised, I went home to prepare some tea. I even prepared breakfast and covered it in the hopes that it'll stay warm. I had everything ready and waiting for him.

Not one letter came back from him, but I assume that he doesn't feel obligated to reply. No worries, after all, I am nothing but a wife living at home expected to cook and clean after all.

I stood at the side, all lined up along with families, sons, daughters, wives, lovers, waiting for the men to return from the troubled times to a more peaceful time.

It was cold this morning and I had forgotten to prepare a coat for myself so I wore the one I made last year. Everyone but me wore new coats, holding a few more that awaited the returning soldiers from war, even though they knew the possibility that some of them may not return.

"I see them!" a young child shouted as everyone turned their heads towards the gates where, from a distance, a large line of horses and foot soldiers raced on the path towards home. The people shouted in joy and called for their loved ones who entered the city. Lady Wu and her children as well as Shan greeted my father when he approached. My sisters went to greet their fathers and brothers as well. I looked around and saw the people hugging and crying tears of joy with some who've returned and saw some who've returned hold families who cried in sorrow of those who did not make it back home.

This is what times of turmoil does to people, and this is what I mate more than anything.

The feeling to be happy for others when their loved ones return and the feeling to be hurt for those who have lost their loved ones.

And what about me? Has my husband returned to me yet? I looked straight on ahead, standing in my place, waiting for him, waiting to see him. Waiting to catch sight of him.

Where could he be?

"But I haven't even left yet."

"Because I already know you'll come back."

Those were the last words that we exchanged to each other. Barely newlyweds and he already had to leave for war.

Where could my husband be?

A hand laid on my shoulder, and startled, I turned with my breath caught in my throat. Could it be? I stared up at one of the Five Tiger Generals and stared down before bowing. "My Lord."

"Lady Liu!" I stood back up at Lord Ma Chao, who held his daughter and his son in his arms. "Looking for Zilong, are you not?"

I stared down before looking back up at him. "Not in particular."

He laughed at me. "Such a steel heart for a young woman, I could've never imagined. You, sending a parcel of rocks to Zilong."

I smiled and crossed my arms, "Well, have you seen him?"

He frowned a little, "Not really. We separated at some point during the campaign, but I'm sure that if something were to happen to him, we'd all know by now, am I right?"

I sighed, "I suppose so."

"Apparently he sent this letter to you but it was forgotten and lost among our supplies. I'm sorry this hasn't reached you for months."

"It's not a problem." I took the envelope from his hand and looked back up.

"Also, thank you for watching over Feng and Cheng for me, I couldn't be happier that it is you taking care of them."

I chuckled a little, "Perhaps you can be happier."

He laughed, "This young woman. Alright, Feng, Cheng, say thank you to Auntie alright? And we'll go home."

The two children said their thanks and we waved to each other as they left. I turned around again and looked about for any signs of my husband. I held the letter in my hands. What would be the point of opening a letter if it was late already anyways?

I sighed, standing there, still waiting. Most have already gone home. I told my father that I would wait for Zilong before returning home on my own, even if he told me he may already be home, waiting for me. I decided to wait and he told me it was good of me as his wife. Good of me as his wife?

I sighed and waiting once more. A lot of families have already returned home and I was standing here, left with the crying civilians who were still mourning their lost ones. And if it is just me, here with them, perhaps I've already lost my husband as well.

I did not cry. Though it pained me, I didn't have the heart to.

Perhaps because I was so busy being upset at myself for being so stupid. For saying such stupid things.

"I don't really care if he returns or not…"

I'm so stupid.

I'm so stupid…

I'm the worst person in the world.

And I can feel my face start to scrunch up. I looked around again and I still did not see him. If anything, he would never be hard to miss!

I covered my lower face and stared down. I can feel the feelings bursting inside me, threatening to show them to the outside world.

I won't let that happen, I won't let people see me cry!

I crumpled the letter inside my hand and turned to walk home with my head held high.

I walked alone by myself, walking through the sadness and the joy that conflicted within the city, making my way home, alone, on foot.

It was a cold winter's day, but I can't really tell if I'm freezing or not. Perhaps I'm just as cold as the air is, as the snow is.

I walked home and closed the door behind me once I entered. The tea had stopped steaming and the food was probably just as cold. I sat down at the dining table and there I sat, broken inside as I wept to myself, alone.

I tried so hard to hold my feelings inside so at times I would stop crying and simply breathe in and out just to get some air before crying aloud once more. I sniffled and used my hands to wipe my tears and nose and continued to cry as I held Zilong's letter and the coat I made him in my arms.

All this effort for nothing!

This coat! The tea! The food!

But there's no one else but me to blame.

I took my husband for granted.

And though I said such horrible words, really, all I really wanted, more than anything in the world was to be able to see him. I want to see my husband. I want to hear his sweet words and feel his gentleness. I want to be with my husband, but I don't know how to cherish him.

I laid my head on his coat against the table and found the courage within me to open his letter.

Has he sent me sweet words and gentleness?

To my Dear Wife.

There's no telling when this campaign will end, but I too hope to return to you.
Wait for me, I'll be there.
I look forward to seeing you.
You don't have to promise me anything, just be there when I arrive.
That will be enough for me.

I don't know how to write letters to women, but rather than sending you laughable dialogue, I'll be honest with you instead.
I can't wait to hold you in my arms again.
I can't wait to take in your scent once more.
I can't wait to watch you in your sleep again.
I can't wait to hear your voice again.

And the most honest of truths…
I can't wait to kiss you again.

And the day that I left, I think you must've meant your birthday.
I'll only assume from your letter that you went back to live with your brother so you wouldn't have to be alone.
I can't tell you how relieved I am to know that.
But I suppose that when you woke up that morning, you didn't see my gift to you that I left one top of the dresser.
I hope that you'll like it.
When I saw it, the first thing I thought of was your beautiful and bright smile.
That is the smile I hope to see when I return to you.

Zhao Zilong.

The dresser?

Immediately, I stopped my sobbing and wiped my tears and nose, standing up and making my way to our bedroom quickly. There sat a small red box with a little note beneath it. "Happy Birthday to my Dear Wife," it said. Was it sorrow or guilt that hit me in the chest? I couldn't find the heart to open it, and when I forced myself to, I broke down in tears at the sight of a jeweled bracelet with pearls on it.

Who am I to have deserved such a wonderful and kind husband…?

"What are you crying for?"

That voice…

I turned my dirtied face to see Zhao Zilong, standing in the doorway of our bedroom with a sad look. "Is something wrong?" I frowned and flushed at him.

All these emotions, I wanted to bury them inside my but they just wouldn't stay put. "You!" I screamed at my husband. "You!"

"Me?!" He stared in utter shock and confusion.

I frowned at him, trying to hold in my horrific sobs and approached him, punching him in the chest, knowing that the only one I was hurting was myself. "Why weren't you there when everyone else arrived?! Why didn't you show up and greet me!? Why did you make me stand there with everyone who lost their husbands and sons and made me think I've lost you too!? Why!" I cried and sniffled as I continuingly punched him and hit him and kicked him, just wanting to get it all out until he caught my wrists in his large hands. I burst into tears and cried there, weeping terribly, unable to stop the emotions that just flowed with water the leaked from my eyes. "You shouldn't have come back! You should have just left me to suffer because I don't deserve someone like you! I'm a horrible wife! I'm a horrible person! I said that I wouldn't really care if you came back or not but I do care! All I wanted was to see you again but you didn't show up and I was really hurt! You made me think it was my fault that you never came back! But you shouldn't have come back because I'm just so stupid and I'm so horrible and I don't deserve anything good in life!"

As he held me in his gentle embrace, I couldn't help but cry more. He's always so gentle to me. He's always so kind to me? I don't deserve this. I don't deserve any of this at all.

"What about me?"

I quieted down to that.

"What about what I want?"

But Zilong doesn't deserve a wife like me who has such a bad attitude.

"I think I deserve the things that I want and the one that I want and the one that I want is you." He held me tight in his embrace. "The only one I want is Xiao Qin!" Those words echoed within me, making me feel more and more painful in my chest. "You knew I'd come back to you. You even said it to me. Why do you doubt yourself?" He pulled my chin to make me look him in the eye but I only looked away. "Look at me!" I stared into his eyes with my red, teary ones. "You're an amazing girl. You write such sweet poetry, you dance so beautifully, you cook so wonderfully, you're an amazing seamstress. You care so much about others and Lord Liu Shan and your cousins all look up to you. I don't know if you deserve such a neglecting husband like me or if I deserve such a beautiful wife like you, but I do know that you are the one I want and I will fight against destiny and fate just to have you beside me!" All the words that ran through my head, they all disappeared because of him.

I feel better all because of him. To know that even though, perhaps, I don't deserve him, he wants me. And though it's hard for me to admit him, he's the one I want too! I never want to be without him! Never again! For it to take almost a year for me to realize it, I truly am such an idiot.

"Liu Xiang Cai, you are mine." I look up to him as he smiled down at me, that sweet and gentle smile of his, before he leaned down and met his lips with mine.

It wasn't even night time yet, but he made my cold skin feel hot beneath the blankets of our bed. His every touch from his fingers and his every caress from his lips, as gentle as he always was with me. And it must be his gentleness that was warmed up my heart.

Because without him, I don't think I'd ever feel this way about a man.

I probably wouldn't even have felt this way with Ping.

I love my husband, I do! I do, I do, I do!

I can only think it, I'll never be ready to say it, but I love him so much and I'm so glad to have him back in my arms again, to take in his scent again, to watch him in his sleep again, to have heard his voice again. And also, to have been able to kiss him again. All these words, they'll never be enough to explain to him how much I care about him. And even all these words, I don't have the courage to say to him.

I love him, I love him, I love him more than anything in the whole world.

I don't know if I'll ever get over anything that happened in the past, but I know that he is the one I want.

"Ah, Xiang Cai, do you know what today is?"

I looked up to Zilong as he held me in his arms. "What is it?" I was rather tired after Zilong's very energetic love making, and was quite sore too, after all, it was only my second time, especially over half a year…

He laughed down at me. "Today's my birthday."

My face immediately drained and turned into shock. "Today's your birthday?" I immediately forced myself away from him and covered myself.

"Actually, it's the day that my mother celebrates my birth."

I stared at him in shock… "B-b-b-buh…..b-but…I have nothing I can give to you."

"Well, technically you just kind of gave yourself to me." He laughed hesitantly but stopped when he saw the scowl on my face. "But you don't have to give me anything. Just being home with you is enough for me. I'm more than happy to be able to come home to my wife, safe and sound."

I frowned a little, feeling bad. "Okay, well then…you may have a peek."

"Ehh?"

After all…I never let him see my body when we're making love…

"Ahh, Xiao Qin~"

"Don't look down!" I pushed his head up as soon as I saw he was about to look down and fix himself.

"Xiao Qin~!"

"Don't look down!"

"But if I don't look down, I won't know where to put it."

"T-then! Just feel around!" A few seconds later, "Don't look down!"

My cheeks grew red as I moved the blanket to reveal my bare body to my husband and as soon as he saw me, his eyes grew wide before he turned around to look away.

I covered myself again and frowned. "W-what's wrong?"

He stayed quiet for a little bit, cover his face or something. "Y-you're so pure."

What I didn't know was that he was just as pure too, covering his face because his nose was bleeding.

A week later...

"Waah! Qin Jie Jie! Where did you get such a pretty bracelet?!" All the girls were staring at the jeweled bracelet Zilong gave to me as I sat there, delicately drinking tea with them.

"Zhao Zilong got it for me for my birthday~"

"But that was all the way back in April!"

"Qin Jie Jie! One of these days, can I borrow it and wear it?"

I frowned at Yinping. "O-of course not!" I blushed and pouted. "I-it's mine! Zilong gave it to me!"

"Oh!" All my sisters stared at me and looked to each other with shifty eyes, smirking to one another. "Qin Jie Jie's getting possessive again~."

They all giggled together.

"'Xiao Qin~! Kiss! MEEEEEE~!'" Sanniang deepened her voice, mocking my husband as she held onto Yinping, making kissing noises as Yinping squealed and tried to push her away.

"No! My Lord! We're out in public!"

"S-stop it!" I screamed at the younger girls, standing up as they all laughed.

And at the other table, my father sat with Zilong, enjoying their own tea as well.

"Ahh, the youth…"

"Yes, My Lord, what a time to be alive…"