You and Bi-Han have been married for two years. This marriage was not based on deep love and affection. A business, a dirty, unfair business that helped bury the hatchet that lasted for many decades between the two dominant clans of China.

Being the wife of the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei clan was a status and an honor, but for you, status did not play any important role.

You hardly spoke to each other, meeting only on Thursdays for lunch or dinner, which was held in deathly silence, which made even the maids uncomfortable.

And then, one evening, it was about the birth of an heir. You choked on your food, coughing, which made your maids scurry around like two hens.

"Leave us," the man said in a calm voice with icy notes in it, putting the cutlery on the table.

When his order was executed, he turned his full attention to you.

"You knew yourself that sooner or later the time would come for this. I want an heir who will take over the affairs of the clan after my death," the grandmaster said completely unperturbed.