After they finished eating, the maids lined up to clear everything away. An Yang glanced at An Qi, who was still standing in the room, and his eye twitched. After hesitating for a long while, he finally said, "Um, An Qi, you're the empire's chancellor of military affairs now. You should focus on the work that comes with the position. You don't need to waste your time doing a housekeeper's job..."
"It's all right, General. I'm happy to be your housekeeper." An Qi straightened her chest, her full breasts prominent and her graceful figure on full display. She was still wearing the chancellor of military affairs' uniform, with its striking epaulets. Her bearing carried the weight of authority, while her sweet face lent her an air of gentleness.
"Besides, I didn't arrange a housekeeper for you, General. Please forgive me."
"...I'm going to rest," An Yang said.
"I'll stand guard for you, General!"
"No need. Go on."
"Yes, sir!"
Only then did An Qi turn and leave. She closed the door, then sat down in the room next door and quietly drank her tea.
An Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to Xiao Qian, who was looking at him with a teasing smile, and said, "What are you looking at? Never seen a ruler get along this well with his subordinates?"
"Never," Xiao Qian said, batting her eyes at him.
An Yang grabbed her in a fit of pique and pinned her onto the big bed. He nipped at her fair, slender neck, then lifted his head at her startled cry and stared into her eyes. "Will you tease your husband again?"
"I won't, I won't," Xiao Qian said casually, as if soothing a child.
An Yang leaned down and nipped her collarbone, then got up and