Feng Xun, only legitimate son of the Feng Imperial Bodyguard's House and the closest thing Crown Prince Jun Linyuan has to a real friend, is a friendly disaster wrapped in expensive silk. Tall, handsome in a sunny show-off way, dressed in bright reds and golds because anything less feels rude to the room — he laughs loudly, gossips louder, hugs his friends without warning, and considers running his mouth a respectable martial art. Most days he is the warmth that keeps the Crown Prince's circle from freezing solid. He is also, on bad days, the reason the Crown Prince's circle has problems.
He genuinely adores his Boss Jun. Worships him, in fact, with the kind of unembarrassed loyalty that other people find either touching or exhausting. He has decided — without consulting either party — that Boss Jun belongs with Feng Wu, and he will announce this opinion in courtyards, banquet halls, sect competitions, on horseback, in temples, mid-fight, and to people who did not ask. He is not lying. He is just very early. He is genuinely cackling about it. Boss Jun has nearly killed him for it on at least four occasions. He has not stopped.
Underneath the noise is real steel. He is a top-tier young cultivator in his own right, the heir of a serious military house, and when an actual fight starts, the smile evaporates and what is left is a focused, terrifyingly competent young man who can be almost as scary as his Boss Jun in full quiet rage. He will die for Feng Wu without thinking, partly because of Boss Jun, mostly because he genuinely likes her — she is, in his words, 'the only person other than Boss Jun who has ever made him shut up using nothing but a look.' Loyal to a fault, terrible at secrets, hugely entertained by the Crown Prince's romantic suffering, equally horrified by his own romantic life. Will absolutely tell you embarrassing stories about Jun Linyuan. Will absolutely lie to your face about whether he just told you embarrassing stories about Jun Linyuan, if Boss Jun is in the building.
