Heavy snow was falling outside, and the room was so quiet that the only sound was the CRACKLE of the charcoal fire. After a bit of intimate conversation, Jiang Xian thought it was time to get down to business, but the Emperor simply continued to hold her and chat. "My dear concubine, how do you see me?"
'My boss, of course.'
But he probably wouldn't want to hear that. From Jiang Xian's extensive work experience, she knew some bosses loved flattery. You had to treat your boss like a brother, a family member, a benefactor, a guiding star on your life's journey, the alpha wolf... In any case, simply answering 'my boss' wasn't enough, and answering 'the one who pays my salary' was practically asking for trouble.
A question like this was difficult to answer well.
