Feng has always been a smart man and a ruler. However, sometimes he wanted to ignore all the signs in favor of his happiness. Her calls for young beautiful girls to serve her, mysterious disappearances of servants, an active nocturnal lifestyle... It was getting harder to ignore it.

At the hour of "x", with the full moon, Feng was standing in front of his wife, the blade of his sword pointed at her throat.

"It seems you haven't told me something, dear," He said coldly, looking at her exposed fangs. "How long were you going to use me to drink the blood of my people for?"