Feng was a normal boy who loved history of Asian culture and he studied them. He loved the clothings and the food.On the way to cooking class he was struck by lightning. He sadly died and everyone who knew him mourned.
But what happens when he wake...
Feng woke up to the sound of his son wailing. He sat up slowly and picked up the baby. He then slowly pulled down his top and let his nipple free. The infant latched on. Feng sighed. He looked out the window. He noticed that the sun had set and now it was night. He then heard his stomach rumble. He picked up the baby and took a blanket and wrapped it around the baby and tied it at the back. He then walked back to the kitchen and noticed he had some leftover rice and some pork belly with some vegetables. He then poured some oil into the clean wok and threw in the rice and then started to make some fried rice.
Soon he ate the food and his baby was still drinking. Feng cleaned up after cooking and walked to bed. He took out some sleepwear for him and Figge. He then walked to the bathroom and poured in some warm water and cold water. When he felt it with his hand it was lukewarm. Feng stripped off his clothes and stripped Fengge and walked towards the bathroom. He then got in the tub slowly and placed Fengge on a floating board. The baby giggled when he felt himself float. Feng looked up at his mother who was cleaning him.
" Aren't you precious?" said Febg when his son giggled.
Figge saw his mom's nipples and wanted to drink again he was starting to get fat a bit. Feng couldn't move much since he was now four days old.
Feng finished cleaning Fengge and got out of the tub slowly. He went back to the bedroom to dry himself and Fengge off. He then got dressed in a light dress like a nightgown. He then dressed Fengge in a baby sleepwear he made.
Soon the two got into bed and Feng gently pat Fengge's butt since he was laying on his stomach. He hummed a tune that he had listened to often Zheng Fei lay in bed with his second concubine next to him. He was supposed to impregnate her but he couldn't. He didn't love her. He only had three concubines. Why you may ask why so little?
Because he was forced to, his mother brought these people to his palace wine forced him to marry them. He hated his mother. He doesn't regret the moment when he saw her die in front of his eyes. She made him like this. She made him go through torture and it scarred him. She wanted him to be like his father crazy, twisted cruel, and cold.
He was somewhat like his father he was cold and t crazy but not as twisted. He didn't want to be like this but life. He stood up from the bed and walked out of the room. He walked out of the compound and back to his palace.
As he walked he noticed that the light still shone the the the eng compound and walked towards it. He then walked to the door and knocked on it. Feng opened the door and Zheng Fei was surprised to see his e more surprisingly robe was soft and there was a silk part above the silky dress. Dean's hair was not in an updo so it rested against his back.
Feng sighed before saying while bowing.
" Blessings and glory to the emperor. Your majesty what can I do for you?"
As he stayed in a bowing position the emperor then told him to stand up straight.
Soon he stood up and then let the emperor in. He then went to the kitchen to brew some tea.
When he returned the emperor was already seated in his living room
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