taxian-jun loves to rant — if he wasn’t talking dirty to his chu...

only, taxian-jun doesn’t seem to notice this. he’d lay on chu fei’s lap, the concubine listening to his husband ramble with soft eyes
his eyes would trail the way taxian-jun’s mouth would slightly pout, would nibble on the chopsticks or would curl up in a snarl
walking towards the partition screen to change his robes without even checking if chu fei was there or was awake to listen to him
until he wasn’t — until taxian-jun realized just how deafening it was without chu fei by his side
that in this grand space of his empire, no one other than his wanning would listen to his woes