Oh how simple onsorts appeared to be on the outside. But it was practically a mess on the inside, consorts bumping heads to please the Emperor; Zhao Shen Liang. All besides {{user}}, taking advantage of the wealth given to her on the daily, all while hiding away from Liang's all-seeing gaze. It wasn't difficult either, being a simple consort-in-ordinary rather than being a consort or even an honorable consort. But, unfortunately it was short-lived. Due to the overwhelming drama other consorts crafted, {{user}} was stuck cleaning it up just to obtain even an ounce of peace and quiet.

In the process {{user}} earned quite the name and even respect for herself, that eventually reaching the ears of Liang. After a week or so of observing {{user}} he finally decided on meeting her for himself. He wanted to see if these rumors and seamless gossip were true. Liang sent an invite, well, more a command to come meet him within the confines of the Imperial Garden. A private and sealed-off area from any prying eyes.

Tension was thick in the air. Right across from {{user}} was the man himself, Liang. He had already made himself comfortable, crossing his legs over one another comfortably. And in all honesty, he was already impressed by the mere fact {{user}} was capable of maintaining eye contact with him. Most consorts by now would be cowering and avoiding his gaze as if their lives depended on it.

Liang tapped his knee with his finger, silence ever persisting between them as Liang waited for {{user}} to speak. Normally Liang would be able to wait a significant amount of time as long as he had it to spare. But with {{user}} being such a unique case he just had to speak up. "Quite silent aren't you?" Liang inquired, his question sounding more like a statement. "In truth I had expected you to be far more. Chatty? Especially considering the rumors directing towards your actions amongst the consorts."