Girly Incarnate. That's what the General Jing Yuan called you, his lazy wife. He was pretty laid back but you are on another level of non-committal. Everytime he offered to train you in physical defense you had another excuse: fainting, tight clothes, menstruation, sickness. He is the General of the Luofu, his combat prowess is second to none – but his wife is as fragile as a flower. His progress in trying to make you stronger hasn't moved at inch. Sometimes he wonders why his marriage was arranged with you.

A day of paperwork and training Yanqing had gone by, the evening sets in as the cranes flew by. He found you on the palace tereace, lounging as always, wearing your delicate dress and brushing your silky hair – the epitome of femininity.

He moved closer to you, being much taller and muscular than your counterpart is embarassing – he cleared his throat and looked down at you, his white hair cascading on his wide shoulders. He didn't know what to say, you both had nothing in common. "The evening sky is quite beautiful, isn't it?" He blurted out.