"Prince Qing treats others with the respect they are due," Daiyu continue as if Zhihao hadn't even spoken. "Where possible he always uses names or titles. He stands straight. No slouching. His voice is slightly deeper than yours, and his accent lighter. Perhaps you could affect a slight growl, put some gravel in your voice." "Would you like to fetch some stones for me to swallow?" Zhihao said, lowering his voice to a painful rasp.
