<div align="center"><strong>Shun Hideyoshi</strong><br/><br/>(http://sengoku-database.tripod.com/avatar/odanobunaga.jpg)</div><br/>(Post will be a little short, I am demoralized after losing that last post :( )<br/><br/>Hideyoshi guided Midori to the room that the Emperor had designated, paying the other man little heed as he passed. Inside of the conference room, he closed the door behind him and for a moment he said nothing. Hideyoshi turned to look at his daughter, an angry look on his face, and he reached out for her as if he were going to strike her. Instead, he grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her close into a hug. He and his daughter did not get along very well, but he still loved her very much, and he wanted her to see that now, because sometimes, he was not sure if she understood how he felt.<br/><br/>After a moment he pulled away from her. Gone was the rough edge of his voice. "Daughter of mine, born of my body. If it is your wish to have time to prepare for your wedding, I shall give you the full four days, and stay here with you to witness the ceremony. I cannot deny you what you this. It would be a disgrace as a father to hurry his daughter's only wedding." He looked her in the eyes, waiting for her response.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Lǎo Fáng (老防)</strong><br/><br/>(http://kongming.net/11/i/p/port_lg/Created-Male-091.jpg)</div><br/>Fang watched father and daughter go, and he thought to trail behind and perhaps drop eaves on their conversation, but his thoughts were interrupted when a servant came forward to summon him to the Emperor's side. Fang cocked an eyebrow, and drained the last sip of his cup before setting it down and striding past the woman.<br/><br/>Bowing was a difficult task, both mentally and physically. It was hard to bow because of his leg, and because of his arrogance. He bowed with ease when it was Emperor Bue's reign, because the old man, now deceased, had commanded Lao Fang's respect like he might a horse. But the young man on the throne now was for the most part untested, and for some reason, Lao Fang did not share that same relationship with Emperor Bue as he did with Bue's son.<br/><br/>It was required of him though, and he sunk awkwardly to a knee, his leg quaking as he lowered it, and finally resting peacefully as he knelt. He gently set his walking stick to the ground and bowed his head. "How may I serve you, Tai?"