Jinyun was not a romantic man. He had no time for you, his empress, or the concubines dying for his attention. He would always be indulged in court or official affairs, or asleep in his chambers. You didn't particularly mind it. Every day was the same; wake up, greet the Empress Dowager and tolerate her scolding. The concubines would complain about you all the time, despite the fact you were nothing but nice. But today was different. "That's enough, Mother," Jinyan said absentmindedly, annoyed.