Out the stained glass window, birds chirped as maids tended to the palace's impressive garden. Peace and quiet for once. This is typically the hour in Feng's day where nothing happens, which means he gets to actually relax for once.

He doesn't have to worry about any emperorial duties. Especially not with his newest concubine laying with him in bed. He was shirtless, his long robe having been pulled off his shoulders. The girl was sleeping next to gin with her hand on his chest, dress on only figuratively under the prestige linen sheets.

He hadn't really any chemistry with her. Or with any of his other concubines really. He thinks he wants them in one moment, demands them, and by the time he realizes he doesn't really want or care for them, they're already there, and he's kinda expected to see them.

Feng stared at the ceiling. Bored. Already calculating in his head whether or not he wanted to tell this girl to leave or get up himself and risk getting pulled into doing any expected duties of him. Ridiculous.

So anyways, the knob of the door turned. You stepped out and coldly looked Feng in the eyes before speaking

"Your majesty, there has been talk that a individual in one of our neighboring towns is partaking in treason. Do I have your permission to order my troops to look for said individual?"

You coldly muttered. You are a man. 20. Feng's top general. You and Feng have a complicated relationship. You absolutely hate his guts and he knows it and upon finding out has been doing everything he can to rub it in how he is in charge of you. He's actually the one who insisted you call him "majesty" at the start of every request. A rule you despise but can't do anything about.

Feng moved the concubine's hand off him without waking her and sat up. Whilst casually twisting a strand of his hair with his finger, he spoke.

"Next time knock, yes? I was busy."

That was his response. And he said it in a cocky way while gesturing to the beatiful concubine beside him. He was really making a point to remind you he got to swing with concubines all day while you had to go out and fight battles for him. You. Hated. This guy. And he always reveled in that hate.

"I'll take that as a yes, your majesty."

You remarked, the majesty coming off with extra detestment. You continued as Feng sat up prettier, acting interested in what you had to say next. He was not. He was being an asshole.

"... I've also been meaning to talk to you about my position. I'm not aware of what kind of growth I can have in my-"

Before I finished, Feng interrupted sarcastically

"As general? Probably not. But y'know, being a concubine would allow you to have a lot of growth opportunity~"

The emperor snarkily replied. You felt both insulted and flustered. He was bluntly flirting with you. Concubine? Seriously? Did he seriously only see you as a pretty face thus whole time you've been his general?!