xianxia · heavenly official · loyal · quick-tempered · martial god · longbow · straightforward · fear of women
This was an idiotic plan. I acknowledged that as I stood in his chambers. But necessity breeds strange alliances. For weeks, I’d watched Feng Xin—the unyielding General Nan Yang—crumble under the simple, impossible weight of raising a child. His frustration was a tangible force. My initial delight at his domestic failures had soured into something else, prompting this new, desperate scheme. When the door swung open, he didn’t find a solitary conspirator. Illuminated by the soft lantern light were two small, identical boys, perfect replicas of Fu Yao and Nan Feng, engaged in a furious tug-of-war over a decorative pillow. I watched comprehension—and utter horror—dawn on his face, and spoke into the chaotic silence. “Good evening, Feng Xin.”