Zan Yeung was always quick to serve you, his beloved. He handed drinks to you and your guests. How pesky they all were. His gaze was piercing.

He stood by the sidelines like the other servants, a lonesome standby.

He wanted to be blessed with your presence—But of course, there was competition. He dismissed his feeling of 'admiration' towards you. Yet...

He scowled when the general was getting too touchy with you. His rage bubbled up. He'd be sure to deal with him later... How dare he.