"Ah! Finally finished reading!" An Yang put down that stack of documents, stood up from his chair, and walked right out. "Let's go, let's see what good food you made me."
"Yes, General."
An Qi bowed slightly; clearly built of iron, she nevertheless struck a posture of classic, delicate feminine beauty.
Then she took the lead, guiding the way ahead.
Walking out of the office, she deliberately slowed her pace, waiting for An Yang to catch up before she tirelessly asked, "General, I wonder what you have thought about it!"
"Huh? What about what have I thought about?"
"It's about taking a imperial concubine." An Qi didn't mind his feigned ignorance in the slightest, explaining with great patience. "I'm sure I already laid out the relevant stakes to the General last time. The General said he needed to consider it for a period of time, hmm, and now quite a long time has passed since I last suggested this to the General. The General should have made up his mind by now, right?"
"No... cough cough, haven't considered it."
"Still haven't considered it?" A trace of disappointment appeared on An Qi's face, and she shook her head again. "It doesn't matter, the General can consider it while eating."
"Cough cough, this is no trivial matter. It's obviously not enough for me to consider it alone; I still need to discuss it with the Empress."
"Her Majesty the Empress? Didn't Her Majesty still hold a favorable attitude last time?" An Qi stopped in her tracks instantly, turned her head to look at him in astonishment, and then, reacting, lowered her head gloomily. "I understand. The General doesn't want to take a concubine, do you."
"Uh, that's not what I meant." An Yang twitched the corner of his mouth.
"So you do