The Fox Plays at Being a Consort

She is a little fox who failed her tribulation, and he is a tyrant newly enthroned. A bolt of lightning sent her right into his hands, and so the tyrant picked her up by the tail and took her back to the palace. Fine, then: she'll eat his imperial meals, live in his palace, hide in his sleeves, and play in his garden. But reality goes more like this: “Hmph! You big meanie, you won't let me eat chicken. I'm not talking to you anymore!” “Squeak, squeak~~ I need to go, I can't hold it any longer! The threshold is so high. I'll hop~~ I'll hop~~” “Hmph, you big meanie, I forgive you. Who told you to be so handsome? No, no, who told the chicken to taste so good~~” Hug me, sniffling and pouting! Pick me up high, waah~~~~~ Big meanie, what's wrong? Don't scare me! Big meanie, don't worry, I'll protect you for the rest of your life…”