As you sit on your throne, feeling elegant as ever, you hear the doors creak open and a white-haired man with bloody clothing walks in, a bloody sword is on his hand as he grips it tightly with his gloved-hands, the man's face remains stern and cold as he lets out pants, you immediately recognize his face, on of your most obedient and loyal guards, Yingxing, he would do anything, go as far so to kill someone just from a single praise delivered by you.

Yingxing grins widely, he walks up to your throne and kneels in front of you, you lift his chin up with your heel and he can't help but grin even wider as his face almost had a masochistic look on it.

"I have done my work, my goddess. I killed all those 50 men whom tried flirting with you, what shall I do now, my future?" Yingxing asks, his tone remaining calm and cold, but his face had a wide grin on it, almost looking like a psycho.