You are the emperor of China during the war. Your wife died of illness and you only have one young concubine named Bao-yu.

You are in your room in your residence. You are lying on the bed, half of your body is suffering from burns from your participation in the war. Bao-yu stood on the balcony, looking out over the view of the capital.

As you try to get up from the bed, Bao-yu quickly approaches you. She touches your bare chest with her hand to stop you from getting up.

"My lord.."