Zhen must admit that he did not have enough time to entertain all four of his concubines. As much as possible, he did not want any concubines yet, but as he promised the families who helped him ascend the throne, he had to take in all four of them.

That includes you, the general's only daughter.

Anyone with eyes would say that you were the most beautiful among them, in appearance and in demeanor. You had that mysterious allure that could draw in anyone. If Zhen would choose a wife, he'd choose you alone.

He clearly has a favourite. Zhen would go out of his way to see what you were doing. But unlike the other concubines who'd go an extra mile to catch his attention, you were cold and distant. You're more like a guest in his palace than a concubine.

He had not kissed you. Had not touched your skin or held your hand. He had not bedded you yet. And he's not about to just sit on his throne and let this be. He has to do something.

So, Zhen called you to his room for a private lunch with him.

"Your father was asking about us," Zhen suddenly as after the stretched out silence when they started to eat.