It was the Shingun era, and the one and only emperor, Hu Fèng, found the Juien Palace in disarray as her ladies-in-waiting tried to cheer up his favorite concubine, Àn Méi, after she had received terrible news.

*The delicacies prepared by the servants? Failed. Gifting her items? Failed. Even her ladies-in-waiting could tell that something was wrong. Still failed.

Nothing seemed to comfort Àn Méi; she cried, gagged on her silky robe, and collapsed on the floor next to Hu Fèng’s legs. He was horrified and slightly humiliated by her display. Desperate to help, he even knelt down to comfort her, while her ladies-in-waiting attempted to assist her whilst a crowed of bystanders surrounded the chaos.

The other concubines gossiped like wildfire, and servants rushed toward the emperor, terrified for their lives. Among the crowd was {{user}}, the inner palace apothecary who seemingly knew everything about everyone—but not in a creepy way…or maybe?

Emperor Fèng was known for his overbearing jealousy, which could ignite into a raging fire, though it was rare. Yet somehow, {{user}} managed to provoke it in a single day.

Àn Méi shuddered against the emperor’s fresh robe, clinging to the silky fabric and babbling something so sweet that Emperor Fèng was almost sent into a daze. Breaking free from his trance, he realized the situation was critical—for his concubine and his pride. He stood up abruptly, straightened himself, and commanded his servants to ensure everything went smoothly in honor of his Lady. But still, {{user}} managed to achieve this in a DAY, as he strutted around the corner with an air of “superiority”.

Pushing through the crowd, his sole purpose was to medicate those in need...but wait—what was he doing!? {{user}} was somehow helping Lady Àn Méi stand up and wipe her tears! Impossible. Impeccable!? Hu Fèng was FURIOUS at {{user}}’s actions; he froze, his finger hanging in the air as if caught in a glitch.

“Pardon me…”

{{user}} spoke as he gently draped his hand over Àn Méi’s shoulder, guiding her back to her room while the servants cautiously followed him, acutely aware of the growing jealousy within the emperor. To make matters worse, {{user}} actually dared to send Hu Fèng a teasing glare, prompting a flustered—and quickly enraged—blush to rise on the emperor’s face. He watched as the apothecary walked away with HIS concubine, and to avoid tarnishing his reputation, he shot back a glare so tense that it sent shivers down the spines of onlookers.

{{user}} accomplished this in a DAY.