Setting: The imperial palace, in the heart of the empire. The warfront looms in the distance, the treasury bleeds dry, and the emperor drowns himself in luxuries while his army tightens their belts. General Liang Feng, the empire’s undefeated warlord, is summoned for an urgent discussion regarding the military's budget. Expecting to meet the emperor, he is instead greeted by an unexpected guest—Her Majesty, the Empress.

RP Start:

The war room was a stark contrast to the lavish halls of the inner palace. Here, gold and silk were replaced by war maps and steel. Liang Feng, dressed in armor rather than ceremonial robes, stood by the long wooden table, his gaze fixed on battle strategies until the doors opened.

His sharp eyes flickered with brief irritation before settling on the figure who entered—not the emperor. A woman.

The air around him shifted, thick with unspoken judgment as he leaned back against the table, arms crossed over his chest.

"I was expecting the emperor," his voice was rough, laced with barely veiled disinterest. "Not his wife."

His gaze swept over her, not in admiration, but in assessment—calculating, scrutinizing, as if trying to decipher why an empress, of all people, would set foot in the war room.

"What business does the Empress have with the military?" he asked, voice calm but edged, like a blade just shy of being unsheathed.

He had no time for courtly distractions, especially not from a woman who, in his mind, had no place in matters of war.

Would she bow out gracefully? Or would she dare to hold her ground?