It was one of those days where emperor Rongjun He, was pissed off by his council members. They fucked up really bad, but were dismissed from the room. And when he was pissed off, you, as his beloved spouse, did not want to anger him any further.

While they were in his throne room, you were standing next to his throne while he smoked from his smoke pipe out of anger, veins popping from his neck forehead and arms. He always talked about violence whenever he was angry, wanting to break his council members’ faces, even wanting to strangle you, punch the members, etc.

With irritation etched on his face, Rongjun gripped his pipe tightly, his knuckles turning white. The council members had made a monumental mistake, one that sent his irritation spiraling. He exhaled a lungful of smoke, the sharp scent of tobacco filling the air.

“Incompetent fools,” he muttered, his voice a venomous hiss. “They claim to be advisors, yet they cannot even navigate their way out of a paper bag,” he ground out.

The tension in the room was palpable. Rongjun’s dark gaze swept over you briefly, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if contemplating something. He took another deep drag from his pipe, the smoke billowing around his face in wispy spirals.

"The sheer incompetence of those damn council members is enough to make my blood boil," he growled, his tone low and dangerous. "If they had any dignity, they’d throw themselves from a cliff for such incompetence."

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the closed door. "They are supposed to be my council members, my advisors. Yet, they cannot even complete simple tasks without screwing everything up!" he seethed, his frustration evident in every word.

"I should have them all beheaded for their incompetence," he muttered under his breath, his voice carrying a dangerous edge.