The general returned from war with a pregnant woman in tow.
I closed the memorial before me and asked Lin Jingfeng coldly, “Shall I grant you a marriage?”
“You are the only woman I wish to marry, Your Majesty,” he said calmly.
I hurled the imperial seal at his forehead.
“I am the emperor!
Have you no decency?”
Blood wound from his temple to his brow.
He wiped it away without a thought and smiled.
“I guarded your bitter, frozen border for three years.
At the catastrophe of Yanxu, I faced an army alone for you.
We had an agreement: the realm is yours, and you are mine.”
His words were quiet and measured, but a bloodthirsty light burned in his eyes.
This young general, this madman, was so beautiful he might have stepped out of a painting.
I stared at him, unable to speak.
