"Madam." Feng Jie greeted.
"My son seems to like you," Madam replied.
"I didn't intend on such a thing, also he wishes to become of age before having children." Feng Jie remarked.
"That makes sense, your views certainly made him far sane than he was beforehand." Madam explained, "Though I am worried about the possible stunted growth you'll have in the future, this should do the trick."
"Thank you, Madam." Feng Jie grabbed it, "Fresh blood?"
"I'm not as dull as people imagine, how else would the King gain the throne during the battle of the Princes?" The Madam inquired.
"I understand that as well." Feng Jie replied.
That conversation settled everything, Khan for one didn't quite understand what Feng Jie and His mother talked about but assumed, it was rather plain, boring, and without a doubt—subtle as generously.
"Your highness, you smell like a woman. Did you sleep with anyone?" Feng Jie inquired.
"You act like I would sleep without anyone at such a young age, am I that stupid to you?" Khan inquired.
"I'm not obliged to speak my mind at this time." Feng Jie replied, "Good night your highness."
Khan blinked, "What a rush indeed."