31# The Unseen strength

Wang Shen sat at his desk, a frown pasted on his face. He carefully dipped his brush into the ink and began writing a letter on fine rice paper.

"My work is done.

You need to keep your promise when you come."

As he wrote, Wang Shen's mind wandered back to his conversation with the King the day before.

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The grand hall of the palace was majestic, with golden pillars and intricate tapestries adorning the walls. Wang Shen stood before the King, his heart steady despite the tension in the air.

The King, a man of great authority and presence, looked sternly at Wang Shen. His voice was thunderous as he spoke.

"What?!! You want Xiaobo to get married? How can that happen? My Zhi is older than him and still not married. How can that young brat marry?" The King's face was red with anger, his hand clenched tightly around his scepter.

Wang Shen bowed deeply, his voice calm and measured. "Your Majesty, the King of Yong province has a powerful army. He is very ambitious. I have received news that he has conquered the Feng province, which borders our own. If we do not act, we may soon face war."

The King's anger subsided slightly, replaced by a look of concern. "So you suggest that marrying Xiaobo to the Princess of Yong province could create an alliance beneficial to us....But everyone knows about the Second Prince's incurable disease. Who would want to marry a dying man?"

Wang Shen's eyes glinted with cunning. "Your Majesty, we need to only spread a rumor that he has been healed by a famous doctor. This will ease our problem and make the marriage proposal more acceptable."

The King stroked his beard thoughtfully. "A clever plan, indeed. But we must be cautious. If the truth is discovered, it could lead to great dishonor."

Wang Shen bowed again. "I will handle it, Your Majesty. The rumor will be convincing, and our kingdom will be safe."

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Wang Shen sealed the letter with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. He called for a messenger and handed over the letter, watching as the rider disappeared into the night. His plan was set in motion, and soon, the fate of the kingdoms would change.

The next day,

Xiaobo and Lian were alone in Xiaobo's quarters. The room was dimly lit, filled with the faint scent of medicinal herbs. Lian looked at Xiaobo, her eyes filled with a mix of worry and curiosity.

"Xiaobo, did you deliberately induce your illness to trigger an early outburst?" Lian asked, her voice steady but edged with concern.

Xiaobo smiled slightly, admiring her sharp intuition. "You are right, Lian. I did."

Lian's eyes widened. "But that's so risky! How could you do something that could harm yourself?"

Xiaobo's expression grew serious. "This is the palace, Lian. Every step must be meticulous and thought through twice before acting. Otherwise, we might find ourselves beheaded the next day."

Lian shivered at his words, a chill running down her spine. "That's terrifying," she whispered.

Xiaobo reached out and gently took her hand, his touch reassuring. "Don't worry, Lian. As long as I am with you, I will always protect you."

Lian straightened up, a determined look in her eyes. "I am not some weak and foolish girl, Xiaobo. I can take care of myself too." She then brought the herbal tea she had been preparing to him. "Now, drink this."

Xiaobo scrunched his nose at the bitter smell but reluctantly took the cup. He looked at Lian with a face resembling a scared puppy before taking a sip. "Why hasn't Ming returned with information about the Princess of Yong province?" he asked between gulps.

Lian sighed. "It's a difficult task. Ming isn't a renowned political figure who can gather such information within three to four hours."

Xiaobo's eyes widened and he stuttered, "Y-yes, you're right." He frowned and shook his head, realizing he had almost let slip a secret. He quickly composed himself, finishing the tea with a grimace.

Lian watched him closely, her mind racing with questions and concerns, but for now, she knew she had to trust Xiaobo's judgment and strength.

As if on cue, Ming happily strutted inside, holding some papers in his hand.

"I found out all the information about the Princess of Yong!" he declared, beaming.

Hearing this, Lian's eyes widened in shock. She turned to Xiaobo, who suddenly had a coughing fit, looking as though he had been caught red-handed.

"How? How can he bring information about someone so fast? As far as I know, only a well-known or powerful, influential person can do this," Lian said, her voice laced with suspicion.

"He... I... We..." Xiaobo stammered.

"Wang Xiaobo!!" Lian's voice was sharp.

"Not so loud! Anyone can hear us. Uhm... Ming, you tell her how you got it," said Xiaobo, turning away to avoid their gazes, clearly trying to think of how to escape the situation.

Lian's fierce, eagle-like eyes bore into Ming, who now looked like a puppy abandoned by his master.

"I... found this... found it... Yes, found it from one of my friends. He is a well-known figure. Helps us whenever needed," Ming said, trying to sound convincing.

"Oh? So what is that well-known person's name?" Lian asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't know," Ming replied bluntly, like an honest child.

Lian raised one eyebrow and looked at both the boys, while Xiaobo had a troubled look on his face. "Li Ming," Xiaobo said slowly, his tone a warning.

"I meant to say that I don't know his real name. He... He is a mysterious figure who helps anyone in need. Very good man," Ming added with a big smile, as if he had done a great job. Xiaobo also gives a sheepish smile and then try to finish the bitter tea clearly avoiding Lian's gaze.

Lian shook her head, exasperated. She knew they were hiding something, but as long as they wouldn't tell her, she wouldn't pressurize them. The situation was already troublesome enough.

"Alright," she said finally, her voice softer. "Let's focus on the task at hand. We need to make sure this plan goes smoothly."

Xiaobo nodded, relief washing over his face. "Thank you, Lian. We will need your help and strength in the days to come."

Lian gave a small smile, her fierce eyes softening. "I will always be by your side, Xiaobo. Together, we will face whatever comes our way."

Ming, feeling the tension ease, chimed in cheerfully, "Yes, together we will succeed!"

The three of them stood there, a united front in the face of the many challenges that lay ahead.

As the tension eased, the trio settled into a more relaxed atmosphere. Ming, still beaming with pride over his successful mission, spread the papers on a low table. Lian and Xiaobo joined him, curious about the information he had gathered.

"Alright, Ming," Lian said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Tell us everything you found out about the Princess of Yong."

"Her name is Princess Meixiu," Ming began, looking at the papers. "She's known for her intelligence and strong will. She's also very particular about the kind of men she likes."

Xiaobo raised an eyebrow. "Particular, you say? This could work in our favor. If we know what she dislikes, I can act accordingly and make her want to break off the engagement."

Ming nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! So, let's see... She dislikes men who are arrogant and boastful. She finds it very off-putting when someone talks too much about themselves."

Xiaobo chuckled. "So I need to be a braggart. Easy enough. What else?"

Ming continued, "She also dislikes men who are lazy and irresponsible. She values hard work and dedication."

Lian, with a twinkle in her eye, said, "Xiaobo, you can be quite lazy when you want to be. This shouldn't be too difficult for you."

Xiaobo feigned a hurt expression. "Lian, you wound me! But yes, I can certainly act lazy and irresponsible. What else, Ming?"

"She doesn't like men who are overly sentimental or emotional. She prefers someone who is strong and stoic," Ming added.

Xiaobo put on a mock sad face. "So, I need to be overly emotional. Got it. I can cry on cue if needed."

Lian giggled. "Oh, this is going to be fun. What else does she dislike?"

Ming scanned the papers. "She has a strong aversion to bad manners. She expects proper etiquette and respectful behavior."

Xiaobo's eyes lit up with mischief. "So, I'll need to be rude and ill-mannered. I'll start burping after meals and forgetting to bow."

Lian shook her head, laughing. "You have a natural talent for this, Xiaobo."

Ming looked up, grinning. "She also dislikes men who are too fashionable or concerned with their appearance. She finds vanity very unattractive."

Xiaobo looked at Lian, grinning. "I'll start wearing mismatched clothes and neglect my grooming. This will be quite the transformation."

Lian's eyes sparkled with humor. "I can help with that. We'll make sure you look like a complete mess."

Ming clapped his hands together. "This is going to be great! Now, let's think about how we can incorporate all these traits into your behavior."

The three of them began brainstorming, their conversation filled with laughter and playful banter.

"I'll start by boasting about my non-existent achievements," Xiaobo said, puffing out his chest comically. "I'll tell her how I single-handedly saved the kingdom from a dragon."

Lian giggled. "And don't forget to yawn and complain about being tired all the time. Maybe fall asleep in the middle of a conversation."

Xiaobo nodded, pretending to snore, which made Ming burst out laughing.

"And whenever she says something serious, I'll pretend to get all teary-eyed and emotional," Xiaobo added, wiping fake tears from his eyes.

Ming chimed in, "And make sure you forget your manners. Interrupt her, talk with your mouth full, and forget to bow when you meet her."

Lian laughed. "This is going to be quite the performance. But remember, we need to make it convincing. If she suspects we're trying to trick her, it could backfire."

Xiaobo nodded, his expression becoming serious for a moment. "You're right, Lian. We need to be careful. But with your help and Ming's excellent information-gathering skills, I think we can pull this off."

Ming puffed up with pride. "I'll keep an eye out for any updates or changes. We need to stay ahead of the game."

Lian looked at Xiaobo, her eyes full of determination. "We're in this together. No matter what happens, we'll find a way to make this engagement fall apart."

Xiaobo smiled warmly. "Thank you, Lian. And thank you, Ming. Let's get to work on this plan and ensure Princess Meixiu finds me utterly unbearable."

As they continued their light-hearted planning, Lian couldn't help but notice something. "You know, Xiaobo, all these traits we're trying to adopt are quite the opposite of your true self."

Xiaobo smiled modestly. "Yes, I suppose they are. Normally, I'm not boastful or lazy, and I do try to mind my manners."

Lian's eyes sparkled with a hint of jealousy. "Just make sure you don't accidentally reveal your true self. If the Princess sees how genuine and capable you really are, she might fall in love with you."

Xiaobo laughed, but there was a hint of seriousness in Lian's tone that made him pause. "Don't worry, Lian. I'll make sure to act like the most insufferable man she's ever met."

Ming, sensing the slight tension, jumped in with a grin. "Let's see how we can make you even more unbearable. What about pretending to have terrible table manners?"

Xiaobo nodded, smirking. "Easy. I'll start eating with my hands and make loud slurping noises."

Lian giggled, then leaned in closer to Xiaobo. "Just remember, Xiaobo, you're doing this for yourself. And for us."

Xiaobo's eyes softened as he looked at her. "I know, Lian. I won't let you down."

Ming cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to the task. "Alright, let's go over this again. You need to be boastful, lazy, emotional, rude, and vain. Can you handle all that, Xiaobo?"

Xiaobo grinned. "Absolutely. Watch this." He stood up, puffed out his chest, and in an exaggeratedly arrogant voice said, "Did you know I once fought off a hundred bandits with just a single chopstick?"

Lian burst into laughter, clapping her hands. "Perfect! Now try being lazy."

Xiaobo yawned dramatically, stretching out on the chair. "I'm so tired... Can't we do this later?"

Ming clapped his hands. "Good, good! Now for the emotional part."

Xiaobo wiped at imaginary tears. "Oh, Princess Meixiu, your words move me so deeply! I might cry!"

Lian wiped away her tears of laughter. "This is going to be hilarious. But remember, don't overdo it. It has to be believable."

Xiaobo nodded. "Got it. What about the rudeness and vanity?"

Ming grinned. "Just interrupt her whenever she speaks and talk about how amazing you think you look. Maybe carry a mirror and check yourself constantly."

Xiaobo struck a pose, looking into an imaginary mirror. "Do you think this outfit makes me look fat?" He turned to Lian, who was now laughing so hard she could barely speak.

"Xiaobo, you're a natural. Just make sure to keep this act up whenever you're around the Princess."

Lian's laughter faded into a warm smile. "And remember, we're doing this together. We're counting on you."

Xiaobo looked at both Lian and Ming, his expression determined. "I won't let you down. We'll make sure this engagement is broken off, and I stay free from this unwanted marriage."

The three friends spent the rest of the evening practicing and perfecting Xiaobo's act, their camaraderie and humor making the daunting task seem a little less impossible. As the night grew late, they finally retired, confident in their plan and their bond.

Lian's last words to Xiaobo echoed in his mind as he lay down to sleep: "Just don't let her see the real you, Xiaobo. We need you, and so do I."

After sorting out their plan, Ming made an excuse and left the palace again. Xiaobo and Lian exchanged knowing smiles and shook their heads. They both knew exactly where Ming was headed with such excitement.

"Zhang Ning," Lian said, rolling her eyes with a grin.

"Indeed," Xiaobo replied, laughing softly.

They were absolutely right. Ming had gone to the bureau to meet Ning, who was anxiously waiting. The previous day, Ming had written a letter to Ning detailing the information about their sudden visit to the palace and Xiaobo's marriage proposal.

When Ning saw Ming, she waved her hand and smiled at him. "How are you?"

"Fine. You?" Ming asked, his face lighting up.

"Alright. Busy as always. How's everything at the palace? How are Lian and Xiaobo?"

"They're fine for now. The princess will arrive the day after tomorrow. We've made a plan and hope it works."

Ning looked concerned. "I'm sorry. This is a matter of the palace. I can't help much."

"It's okay. We all understand," Ming reassured her. "How's your work going?"

"Busy as always," Ning replied with a sigh.

Ming's eyes softened as he looked at her. "Come on, let's go and roam in the Hua market," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along.

Ning laughed, her worries momentarily forgotten. "Alright, let's go."

They walked through the bustling market, the lively atmosphere surrounding them. Ming bought a small wooden carving of a bird from a vendor and handed it to Ning. "Here, a little something for you."

Ning's eyes sparkled as she accepted the gift. "Thank you, Ming. It's beautiful."

Ming grinned. "I thought it would make you smile."

As they continued to stroll through the market, they passed a vendor selling sweet pastries. Ming's eyes lit up. "Remember those pastries we brought in Shangxiang village?"

Ning nodded, laughing. "How could I forget? You ate most of them."

Ming chuckled. "Well, let's relive those memories." He bought a bag of pastries and handed one to Ning. "For old times' sake."

They sat on a nearby bench, enjoying the sweet treats. Ming watched Ning, a soft smile on his face. "It's nice to take a break and just enjoy moments like this."

Ning nodded. "It is. Especially with everything going on."

Ming reached over and gently squeezed her hand. "We'll get through it, Ning. Together."

Ning smiled, squeezing his hand back. "I know we will. Thank you, Ming. For always being there."

Ming's heart warmed at her words. "Always, Ning. I'll always be here for you."

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the market, they continued to wander, sharing stories and laughter. For a little while, they forgot about the palace intrigues and pressures of their responsibilities, simply enjoying each other's company.

By the time they returned to the bureau, the sky was painted with shades of orange and pink. Ning looked at Ming, a content smile on her face. "Thank you for today, Ming. It was just what I needed."

Ming smiled back, his eyes full of affection. "Anytime, Ning. I'm glad we could spend this time together."

As they said their goodbyes, Ming watched her walk away, his heart feeling lighter. Despite the challenges they faced, moments like these reminded him of the simple joys in life and the importance of having someone to share them with.

Xiaobo and Lian sat together in Xiaobo's quarters, poring over the information they had gathered about Princess Meixiu. The evening sun cast a warm glow through the windows, bathing the room in a soft light. Xiaobo leaned back, looking at Lian with a playful grin.

"So, Lian," he teased, "why were you so insistent that I shouldn't reveal my true self to the princess? Are you jealous that your man will be taken by others?"

Lian's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Jealous? Me? Please, Xiaobo, you give yourself too much credit," she replied sassily. "I'm just worried she'll find out what a mess you are and decide to marry you out of pity!"

They both burst into laughter, the sound filling the room and making their hearts feel light. They enjoyed the easy banter, their laughter blending into the peaceful evening.

But as the laughter faded, a heavy silence settled between them. Though neither dared to voice it, they both knew deep down that their paths would eventually diverge. The reality of their situation weighed heavily on their hearts, but they hid their sadness from each other, each trying to protect the other's feelings.

Xiaobo looked at Lian, his eyes softening with an emotion he couldn't fully express. He thought to himself, "Let her think that we are only best friends. I don't know how long my body and destiny will hold out. I might die anytime. I can't give her hope of something more only to break her heart in the future. I just hope our friendship remains strong until the end of my life. I'll be satisfied with that and can die without regret."

Lian, sensing the shift in mood, gazed out the window, her thoughts mirroring Xiaobo's. "I can't ruin our relationship by telling him that a man and a plant spirit can never truly be together. We can only be friends in this lifetime. But it's so hard to think about seeing him with another woman. Our fate is fixed. I just hope I can stay by his side for as long as possible. The memories of him will be all I have to carry me through the rest of my life."

Xiaobo broke the silence first, his voice soft. "Lian, do you ever wonder about our future?"

Lian turned to him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I do, Xiaobo. More than you know."

He reached out and gently took her hand, his touch warm and comforting. "I wish things could be different."

Lian smiled sadly, squeezing his hand. "So do I. But some things are beyond our control."

They sat there in silence for a while, the weight of unspoken words and unrealized dreams hanging heavily between them. Finally, Xiaobo spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Whatever happens, Lian, I want you to know that you mean the world to me. You've been my rock, my confidant, my best friend."

Lian's tears spilled over, but she forced a smile. "And you mean everything to me, Xiaobo. You've given me more joy and laughter than I ever thought possible."

Xiaobo pulled her into a gentle embrace, resting his chin on her head. "Let's make a promise, Lian. No matter what the future holds, let's cherish every moment we have together."

Lian nodded against his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt. "I promise, Xiaobo. Every single moment."

Despite their words, they both knew the painful truth. They would be separated one day, and their hearts ached with the weight of that knowledge. Yet, they clung to the illusion of a future together, each pretending for the other's sake.

"Maybe one day we'll find a way to change our fate," Xiaobo said, his voice filled with forced optimism. "Perhaps a miracle will happen, and we'll be able to stay together."

Lian nodded, trying to smile through her tears. "Yes, Xiaobo. Miracles do happen. We just have to believe."

They held onto each other, giving false hope to one another, both knowing deep down that their dreams were just that—dreams. They couldn't bear to break each other's hearts, so they chose to live in the moment, cherishing the time they had together.

In the next two days, Xiao and Ming seemed perpetually busy. They were often seen huddled in intense, whispered conversations, their faces etched with concern. Lian, though she wondered what was going on, respected their secrecy and kept herself busy helping them with various tasks. She fetched documents, made tea, and assisted however she could.

As Lian continued her duties, she noticed something troubling. The second prince was treated with blatant disrespect by everyone in the palace. The servants ignored him, the guards mocked him, and even the maids served him poorly.

One morning, Lian saw Xiao struggling with a pile of heavy boxes. He had asked the guards for help, but they arrived late, chuckling among themselves. When he asked them to assist, they simply laughed and walked away, leaving Xiao to manage alone. Lian, her patience wearing thin, stepped in and scolded the guards fiercely. "How dare you leave the prince struggling? Get to work or face the consequences!"

The guards, taken aback by her fierce demeanor, reluctantly helped Xiao. Lian was not done, though; she glared at the guards until they hastily completed the task.

Another day, Ming tried to get the kitchen staff to prepare a decent meal for Xiao. The head chef, a burly man with a permanent scowl, dismissed Ming with a wave of his hand. "The second prince can eat what's left. We have more important guests to serve."

Ming stood his ground, unyielding. "The second prince deserves proper treatment. If you can't provide it, I'll ensure the king hears about this."

The chef, grudgingly while mumbling "As if the King cares",agreed to make a proper meal under Ming's stern gaze.

Despite these acts of defiance, Xiao never stood up for himself. If Lian or Ming wasn't around, he would endure the disrespect quietly. One evening, as Xiao and Ming were finalizing some plans, a group of ministers passed by. Xiao immediately stood up and bowed deeply. His hands shook slightly as he held the bow, his eyes cast down. The ministers barely acknowledged him, continuing their conversation as if he weren't there.

Later, Lian asked Xiao, "Why do you bow to them? You're a prince. They should be bowing to you."

Xiao sighed, his face weary. "That's just how it is, Lian. I've been seen as weak here for years. If I don't bow, things will be even worse."

Lian was baffled. She couldn't understand how someone of his status could be treated so poorly, even by his own family. One afternoon, she saw Xiao bowing before the king, his uncle Shen, and his younger brother Hong. Xiao's body trembled as he lowered himself, and the king barely looked at him. Uncle Shen sneered, and Hong walked by silently with a pitiful face.

"Father," Xiao said hesitantly, "I have some concerns about the upcoming meeting with the Princess of Yong."

The king waved him off dismissively. "Handle it yourself, Xiao. I have more pressing matters."

Xiao bowed once more and retreated silently. Lian, who had been watching from a distance, felt a pang of sorrow for him. Later, she tried to bring it up with him.

"Why do you let them treat you like this?" Lian asked.

"It's how things are," Xiao replied with a forced smile. "This is my place in the palace."

One evening, as Xiao and Ming were in the middle of another secretive discussion, Lian brought in tea. She couldn't help but notice the exhaustion on Xiao's face and the way his shoulders slumped with invisible burdens.

"Thank you, Lian," Xiao said softly as he accepted the tea. "You've been a great help."

Lian, unable to hold back her concern, responded, "You don't have to endure all this alone, Xiao. We're here for you."

Xiao smiled faintly, but his eyes were sad. "I know. And I appreciate it more than you can imagine."

Despite their efforts, the reality of Xiao's situation remained grim. The palace staff treated him with contempt, and his own family showed him no respect. Yet, Xiao continued to bear it all silently, relying on Ming and Lian to stand by him.

Lian and Ming both noticed how Xiao had to endure such disrespect, and they did what they could to support him. Still, they couldn't change the harsh reality of his life in the palace. They carried on, focusing on their tasks and providing whatever comfort they could, even as the weight of Xiao's situation hung heavily over them.

"Xiao and Lian were deep in conversation about how to handle Princess Meixiu,their voices low and serious. Ming had gone outside the palace with some work given by Xiao . Suddenly, Xiao's eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head slightly. "Lian, do you feel that?"

Lian, with her heightened senses, had already detected two figures clumsily making their way towards them. "Yes, Xiao. There are two people approaching. Let's put on a show."

Xiao nodded and quickly lay down on his bed, feigning rest. Lian, acting like a diligent maid, sat on a nearby chair, her expression blank and dutiful.

Meanwhile, outside the room, two bumbling spies, Chao and Dao, crept closer, munching noisily on snacks. Their attempts at stealth were anything but silent.

"Hey, Chao," whispered Dao, his mouth full of rice crackers. "Do you think they've noticed us yet?"

"Of course not, Dao," Chao replied, crumbs spraying everywhere. "We're the best spies in the kingdom. They'll never suspect a thing."

Inside the room, Xiao and Lian exchanged subtle glances, amused by the obvious sounds of munching and hushed chatter coming from their supposed spies.

Chao leaned in closer to the door, trying to peer through a crack. "Look at them, Dao. They're just lying around. This is boring. Pass me another rice cracker."

Dao handed Chao a handful of snacks, nearly dropping them in the process. "You know, Chao, this spying business isn't so hard. I could do this all day."

"Shh, Dao! We have to be quiet," Chao scolded, though his mouth was still full. "We need to find out what they're planning."

Xiao and Lian continued their charade inside. Xiao pretended to be deeply asleep, snoring softly for effect, while Lian sat perfectly still, her hands folded in her lap.

"I can't believe they're just sitting there," Dao muttered to Chao. "I thought spying would be more exciting."

"Well, sometimes it's just like this," Chao said wisely. "The key is patience. And snacks."

Suddenly, Chao's stomach growled loudly, causing both spies to freeze. Lian had to stifle a laugh as Xiao turned his head slightly, pretending to be disturbed in his sleep.

"Oops," Chao said sheepishly. "Maybe we should get something more substantial after this."

"Good idea," Dao agreed, still munching. "But we need to focus. What do you think they're really doing?"

"I don't know," Chao replied, squinting through the crack again. "They just look...boring."

The two spies continued their awkward surveillance, completely unaware that their presence was anything but secret. Their whispers and munching grew louder as they debated what to do next.

Inside, Xiao and Lian were struggling to keep straight faces. The entire situation was so absurd that it took all their willpower not to burst out laughing.

Finally, Chao turned to Dao. "You know what? I think we should report back. We've been here long enough. Besides, we're out of snacks."

"Agreed," Dao said, dusting off his hands. "Let's go. Maybe we'll get assigned to something more interesting next time."

With that, the two spies clumsily backed away, their departure as noisy as their arrival. Once they were out of earshot, Xiao and Lian couldn't hold back their laughter any longer.

"Those two," Lian said between giggles, "are the worst spies I've ever encountered."

Xiao chuckled, shaking his head. "Indeed. But at least we know we're safe from their prying eyes. For now, at least."

Chao and Dao returned to their master and only elder cousin, Wang Shen, who was waiting impatiently in his chamber. As they shuffled in, still munching on their snacks, Wang Shen raised an eyebrow.

"Did you find anything useful about Xiao and Lian?" Wang Shen asked, his tone sharp.

Chao and Dao exchanged glances. Chao stepped forward, crumbs falling from his mouth as he spoke. "Well, we found out they like to nap a lot."

"Yeah," Dao chimed in, "and Lian is very good at sitting. She didn't move an inch!"

Wang Shen's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's all you found out? Are you serious?"

Chao nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, and they have very comfortable chairs. I almost wanted to join them."

Dao grinned, adding, "And their room smells nice. Like flowers."

Wang Shen slapped his forehead, groaning in frustration. "You two are the dumbest people I have ever met!"

Chao blinked, looking genuinely confused. "But we were very quiet, cousin. No one noticed us."

"Yeah, and we finished all our snacks. Very stealthy," Dao said, clearly proud of their efforts.

Wang Shen felt a headache coming on. "You didn't gather any useful information at all? Nothing about their plans or what they were discussing?"

Chao scratched his head. "Well, we heard some snoring. Maybe Xiao has a sleeping disorder?"

Dao nodded in agreement. "And Lian is really a good maid. She sits still completely."

Wang Shen couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You mean to tell me you spent all that time spying and the only things you learned are that Xiao snores and Lian can sit still?"

Chao looked thoughtful. "Well, when you put it that way... Yes."

Dao added, "But we're sure they didn't suspect a thing. We were very stealthy."

Wang Shen buried his face in his hands. "I can handle the king of the state, but dealing with you two is impossible."

Chao and Dao exchanged proud smiles, completely missing Wang Shen's frustration. "See, cousin? We did a great job!" Chao said.

"Yeah, we're the best spies ever!" Dao agreed, still munching on a leftover snack.

Wang Shen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Just... go. And try not to ruin anything else today."

Chao and Dao saluted him clumsily, nearly knocking over a vase in the process. "Don't worry, cousin. We've got this!" Chao said confidently.

"Yeah, we'll be back with more important information soon," Dao assured him.

As they left the room, bumping into each other and laughing, Wang Shen sighed deeply. "How did I end up with these two as my cousins?" he muttered to himself.

Chao and Dao, meanwhile, continued their hilarious antics as they made their way out of the palace. "Did you see the look on his face, Dao? He was so impressed!" Chao said, grinning.

"Yeah, we're definitely getting better at this spying thing," Dao replied, nodding enthusiastically.

Back outside, Chao and Dao were already planning their next "mission." "Maybe we should spy on the kitchen next," Chao suggested. "I heard they make the best dumplings."

"Great idea, Chao! We'll be the best-fed spies in the kingdom," Dao agreed, his eyes lighting up at the thought of more snacks.

And so, the two hapless spies set off on their next adventure, completely unaware of their own ridiculousness but always ready for their next snack.

Wang Shen paced back and forth in his chamber, his thoughts a tangled mess of frustration and suspicion. The incompetence of his cousins, Chao and Dao, had left him with no useful information about Xiao's plans. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Xiao was more than he appeared. Was Xiao truly the weakling everyone believed him to be, or was he a cunning wolf in sheep's clothing?

As he mulled over this, Wang Shen muttered to himself, "What are you up to, Xiao? Are you really just a timid mouse hiding in the shadows, or are you a lion waiting for the right moment to strike?"

He stopped and looked out the window, lost in thought. His mind drifted back to Xiao's childhood. He remembered how Xiao had always been the target of bullying, not just from the other children but from the very servants of the palace.

Wang Shen could still see the image of a young Xiao, huddled in a corner of the courtyard, his clothes dirty and torn. The older boys had pushed him around, mocking him for his frail appearance. Xiao had never fought back, never complained. He simply endured it all with a quiet dignity that seemed almost unnatural.

"How can someone who has been bullied all his life suddenly become strong? No,no it can't be. " Wang Shen mused aloud. "He was always the weakest, the one everyone picked on. Even the maids and guards treated him with contempt."

He recalled another memory, one that had haunted him for years. Xiao, no more than ten years old, had been assigned to carry heavy water buckets to the servants' quarters. The task was far too arduous for a child of his size, but Xiao had not protested. He had struggled under the weight, his small frame shaking with the effort, yet he had never uttered a word of complaint.

One day, Wang Shen had seen Xiao trip and spill the water, only to be berated by a guard. The guard had kicked the bucket aside and slapped Xiao, knocking him to the ground. Xiao had picked himself up, his cheek red and swollen, and silently continued his task.

"Even his own father does not want him," Wang Shen said, shaking his head. "How could a person like that ever be strong? How could he ever hope to defy anyone? Is my gut feeling wrong or my mind is just doubting everyone around me. "

Yet, despite these memories, there was something about Xiao that Wang Shen couldn't quite place. The way Xiao had looked at him the other day, with a glint in his eye that spoke of something deeper, something hidden.

"Is he really just a weakling?" Wang Shen pondered. "Or is there something more to him? Something he's been hiding all these years?"

He remembered the times when Xiao had seemed almost too calm, too composed, even in the face of blatant disrespect. There had been moments when Xiao's eyes had flashed with a hidden fire, only to be quickly extinguished by his usual meek demeanor.

Wang Shen sighed, rubbing his temples. "What are you planning, Xiao? Are you just biding your time, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal your true self? Or am I just imagining things?"

He thought of Xiao's relationship with his father, the king. The king had always shown a clear preference for Xiao's younger brother, Hong. Xiao had been treated as an afterthought, a burden. Wang Shen had seen the king's cold indifference, the way he looked through Xiao as if he didn't exist.

"How can someone who has been treated like that his entire life ever hope to be strong?" Wang Shen asked himself. "Yet, there's something about him... something I can't ignore."

He recalled the way Xiao interacted with Lian and Ming. Despite his apparent weakness, there was a quiet strength in how he cared for them, how he seemed to command their loyalty without ever demanding it.

Wang Shen sighed deeply, his frustration mounting. "I need to find out what he's planning. I can't let him surprise us. If Xiao is truly a lion in disguise, we need to be prepared."

He resolved to keep a closer watch on Xiao, to uncover the truth behind his facade. Whether Xiao was a weakling or a cunning strategist, Wang Shen was determined to find out.

As he paced the room, Wang Shen's mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts and memories. Xiao remained an enigma, a puzzle he was determined to solve. And until he did, he knew he couldn't rest easy.

Wang Shen clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. "I will uncover your secrets, Xiao. One way or another, I will find out who you truly are."

The next day, the palace was abuzz with activity as Princess Huo Meixiu arrived, accompanied by her younger brother Huo Ling and their uncle and aunt, Huo Zhang and Huo Lan. The purpose of her visit was of great significance—an arranged marriage with Xiao had been proposed, a union that could strengthen the alliance between their kingdoms.

Princess Huo Meixiu stepped out of the ornate carriage, her presence immediately commanding attention. She was a vision of grace and elegance. Her long, ebony hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, adorned with delicate silver hairpins that sparkled in the sunlight. Her skin was porcelain smooth, and her cheeks held a natural blush that complemented her youthful beauty.

Her eyes, however, were her most striking feature. Large and almond-shaped, they were a deep, mesmerizing shade of brown, framed by long, dark lashes. Despite her innocent appearance, those eyes were incredibly sharp and observant, missing nothing as she surveyed her surroundings with a calm yet piercing gaze.

Princess Meixiu wore a flowing gown of pale blue silk, embroidered with intricate patterns of silver thread that shimmered as she moved. The dress accentuated her slender figure, and the subtle elegance of her attire spoke volumes about her noble upbringing and refined taste.

As she walked towards the throne room, flanked by her family, she moved with a grace. Her younger brother, Huo Ling, followed closely behind, a cheerful and lively boy with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Huo Zhang and Huo Lan, both dressed in dignified robes, walked with an air of authority and respect.

Upon entering the throne room, Princess Meixiu and her family bowed deeply to the king. She then straightened and looked up, her sharp eyes meeting the king's with unwavering confidence.

"Your Majesty," she said, her voice clear and melodious, "it is an honor to be welcomed into your esteemed palace."

The king nodded, clearly impressed by her poise. "Princess Meixiu, it is a pleasure to have you here. Please, make yourself comfortable."

As the formalities continued, Xiao and Lian stood nearby, observing the princess with keen interest. Lian leaned in and whispered to Xiao, "She's even more impressive than I imagined."

Xiao nodded while looking at Lian. "Indeed. She carries herself with such grace and confidence. But it's her eyes... she sees everything. But I am wondering how my Lian would look if she is all dressed up like a Princess? ".

Lian told Xiao to be quite. He can't say anything so carelessly. In the past few days, Lian who was a carefree and bold person had become a quiet and meticulous one who thinks twice before speaking in palace.

Princess Meixiu's gaze swept the room, taking in every detail. She noticed Xiao and Lian, her eyes lingering on them for a moment longer than necessary. She smiled politely but said nothing, her expression giving nothing away.

When the king introduced Xiao, Princess Meixiu stepped forward, her eyes never wavering. "Prince Xiao, I have heard much about you," she said, her tone respectful yet probing.

Xiao bowed slightly. "Princess Meixiu, it is an honor to meet you. I hope your journey was pleasant."

"It was," she replied, her eyes searching his face as if trying to read his thoughts. "I look forward to learning more about you and your kingdom."

The King, with commanding tone orders, "Xiao, show Princess Meixiu around the palace. Make sure she feels welcome and comfortable."

Xiao bowed again. "Yes, Your Majesty. Princess Meixiu, would you like to see the gardens first? They are quite beautiful this time of year."

Princess Meixiu smiled graciously. "That sounds wonderful, Prince Xiao. Lead the way."

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the palace gardens as Xiao and Princess Meixiu strolled along the winding paths. Flowers of every color bloomed in abundance, their fragrances mingling in the air. Xiao, however, had little appreciation for the beauty surrounding them. His mind was focused on one thing: making Princess Meixiu dislike him enough to break off the engagement.

Princess Meixiu walked beside him with an air of quiet confidence. Her sharp eyes took in every detail of the garden, but her attention was also firmly fixed on Xiao. She had heard much about him, and she was curious to see if the rumors were true.

"Prince Xiao," she began, her voice polite but probing, "I've heard that you are quite skilled in martial arts even though you just recovered from you illness. Is that true?"

Xiao frowned hearing the false rumour that he is cured but then he forced a lazy yawn, stretching his arms exaggeratedly. "Martial arts? Oh, I dabble here and there. But honestly, I prefer sleeping in and taking it easy. Why bother with all that hard work when you can relax instead?"

Princess Meixiu raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "But surely as a prince, you have responsibilities to your people and your kingdom. How do you handle those?"

Xiao picked a flower from a nearby bush and twirled it absentmindedly between his fingers. "Responsibilities? Oh, I leave all that boring stuff to my younger brother, Hong. He's much better at it than I am. I prefer spending my days lounging around, maybe taking a nap or two. You know, the important things in life."

Meixiu's eyes narrowed slightly, but she maintained her composure. "I see. And what about your strengths and weaknesses? What do you consider to be your greatest asset?"

Xiao chuckled, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "My greatest asset? Probably my ability to avoid work. I have a knack for slipping away just when someone is about to ask me to do something. As for weaknesses, well, I'm probably allergic to hard work and seriousness."

Despite her growing annoyance, Princess Meixiu kept her tone even. "That doesn't sound very princely, Prince Xiao. Surely there must be something you take seriously?"

Xiao pretended to think hard for a moment, tapping his chin theatrically. "Hmm, let's see... Oh! I take my naps very seriously. And maybe my meals. I never skip a meal. It's very important to stay well-fed, you know."

Princess Meixiu's patience was wearing thin, but she continued to speak calmly. "And what about your future? How do you see yourself contributing to the kingdom in the years to come?"

Xiao leaned against a tree, looking utterly bored. "Future? Who thinks about the future? I'm more of a live-in-the-moment kind of guy. Tomorrow will take care of itself, right?"

Meixiu sighed inwardly, struggling to keep her composure. "Prince Xiao, with all due respect, it seems like you don't take anything seriously. Is there nothing that you are passionate about?"

Xiao's heart ached as he saw the disappointment in her eyes. He knew he was being cruel, but he had no choice. "Passionate? Oh, I'm passionate about finding the best spots to nap. There's this one tree in the courtyard that's just perfect for an afternoon snooze."

Princess Meixiu's expression hardened. She had tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, but his flippant answers were testing her patience. "Prince Xiao, I must say, your attitude is quite disappointing. I had hoped to find a partner who takes his duties seriously."

Xiao forced a lazy smile, though inside he felt a pang of guilt. "Sorry to disappoint, Princess. But I'm just not cut out for all that responsibility stuff. Maybe you should look for someone more... dedicated."

As they continued their stroll, Princess Meixiu's frustration grew. Xiao's antics were becoming increasingly annoying, and she struggled to maintain her composure. "Is there anything you care about, Prince Xiao? Anything at all?"

Xiao's heart sank. He wanted to tell her the truth, that he cared deeply about someone, but he couldn't. Instead, he shrugged. "Not really. Life's too short to get worked up about things. Just take it easy and enjoy the ride, that's my motto."

Princess Meixiu's eyes flashed with irritation, but she kept her voice steady. "Well, Prince Xiao, I must say this conversation has been... enlightening. I appreciate your honesty, even if it is somewhat disheartening."

Xiao nodded, feeling a mix of relief and sorrow. "Glad to be of service, Princess. If you'll excuse me, I think I need a nap."

Meixiu watched him walk away, her mind racing. She had expected many things, but this level of indifference was surprising. Yet, despite his annoying behavior, there was something about him that didn't quite add up. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Prince Xiao than met the eye.

Back in his quarters, Xiao slumped onto his bed, exhausted from the effort of acting like someone he wasn't. He knew he had hurt Princess Meixiu, but he couldn't let himself be forced into a marriage he didn't want. His heart belonged to Lian, and he would do whatever it took to protect their bond, even if it meant playing the fool.

Meanwhile, Lian had watched the exchange from a distance, her heart aching for Xiao. She knew why he was doing this, but it didn't make it any easier to see him act so out of character. She longed to comfort him, to tell him that everything would be alright, but she knew she had to stay strong.

Later that evening, Xiao and Lian met in the quiet of the garden. Xiao looked at her, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Did you see?"

Lian nodded, her own eyes reflecting his pain. "I did. You're doing the right thing, Xiao. But it breaks my heart to see you like this."

Xiao sighed, taking her hand in his. "I have no choice, Lian. I can't marry someone else. You're the only one for me."

Lian squeezed his hand, trying to offer him some comfort. "We'll get through this, Xiao. Somehow, we'll find a way."

They stood together in the garden, finding solace in each other's presence. Despite the uncertainty of their future, they drew strength from their love, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The next morning, Xiao and Lian sat in his quarters, discussing Princess Meixiu. Both of them were aware of her reputation as a just and upright ruler in her state. They knew that she was someone who would always uphold justice and treat everyone fairly, regardless of their status. This made Xiao feel even worse about the lies he had been feeding her.

"Lian, do you think we're doing the right thing?" Xiao asked, a hint of guilt in his voice.

Lian sighed, placing a reassuring hand on his. "I know it feels wrong, Xiao. But we have no choice. We can't let them force us into something we don't want."

As they spoke, there was a soft knock at the door. Lian quickly moved to tidy up the room while Xiao lay down on his bed, pretending to sleep. The door creaked open, and Princess Meixiu entered, her eyes scanning the room before settling on Lian.

"Lian, isn't it?" Meixiu asked, her voice gentle but firm.

Lian nodded, trying to keep her composure. "Yes, Princess Meixiu. How can I help you?"

Meixiu took a seat nearby, her gaze shifting from Lian to the seemingly sleeping Xiao. "I wanted to ask you about life in the palace and your work here. How is it?"

Lian hesitated, knowing she had to stick to the fabricated story. "Life in the palace is... comfortable. I owe everything to Prince Xiao. He saved me when I was an orphan, and he gave me a place to stay."

Meixiu's eyes softened with sympathy. "That is kind of him. But I also wanted to know more about Prince Xiao. What is he like?"

Lian felt a pang of guilt as she continued the charade. "Prince Xiao... he's very laid-back. He prefers to spend his days resting and enjoying himself. He doesn't concern himself with the affairs of the state much."

Princess Meixiu listened intently, her expression thoughtful. She sighed softly, her eyes filled with understanding. "I see. Everyone has their way of living life. Prince Xiao's way may be different, but I cannot spend my life with someone who doesn't share my ambitions and drive to serve the people."

Lian looked down, feeling the weight of her words. "I'm sorry, Princess Meixiu. I wish things were different."

Meixiu shook her head gently. "There's no need to apologize. I respect Prince Xiao's choices, but I must think of my future as well. I fear I will have to break off the engagement today."

Xiao, who had been pretending to sleep, felt a deep sense of regret. Meixiu had shown herself to be a kind and understanding person. Under different circumstances, she could have been a good friend. What a loss it was, indeed.

Meixiu rose from her seat, giving Lian a small, reassuring smile. "Lian, please inform Prince Xiao that he needs to meet with the king for a discussion. I will return to my room for now."

Lian nodded, watching as Princess Meixiu left the room. Once she was gone, Xiao sat up, his face a mix of relief and sadness. "Did you hear that, Lian? She's going to break off the engagement."

Lian nodded, her eyes filled with empathy. "I did, Xiao. She seems like a good person."

Xiao sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "She is. It's a shame things had to be this way. But I can't marry her, Lian. My heart belongs to you, and only you."

Lian smiled softly, though her eyes were tinged with sadness. "I know, Xiao. We just have to stay strong and face whatever comes our way."

Xiao nodded, taking her hand in his. "We'll get through this together, Lian. No matter what."

In the evening, everyone gathered in the King's palace. The King, feeling unusually energetic and enthusiastic, began to speak highly of Xiao in a manner that seemed more condescending than complimentary. He described Xiao as a very well-behaved boy who listened exceptionally well, almost as if he were introducing a servant rather than a prince. Princess Meixiu, listening to the King's words, felt a growing sense of discomfort. How could a father insult his own son so publicly?

As the King droned on, Xiao remained stoic, his face a mask of indifference. The King then ordered Xiao to serve tea to Meixiu's uncle and aunt, despite the presence of numerous servants. Xiao obediently rose and began to serve, his movements graceful but mechanical.

As Xiao approached Meixiu's uncle and aunt with the tea tray, a loud hiss startled him. He turned to see a large ginger cat, fur bristling and eyes glaring. The King laughed heartily, calling out to the cat with affection. "Ah, there you are, Baozi! My favorite pet," he said, still chuckling.

Turning back to the guests, the King continued his tirade, his tone dripping with disdain. "Xiao, you see, is just like his mother. She was always too gentle, too soft. No wonder he turned out this way."

At the mention of his mother, Xiao's expression changed. His usually calm demeanor shifted to one of barely contained fury. Princess Meixiu, observing him closely, noticed the transformation and was taken aback. This was a side of Xiao she had never seen before.

Xiao, holding the tray of hot tea, seemed to lose his footing. He stumbled, making it appear as if he had tripped on his own robe. The tray tipped, and the steaming tea cups went flying, spilling their contents all over the cat, Baozi.

The cat let out an ear-piercing yowl, leaping away from the scalding liquid. The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to Xiao. The King, his face red with anger, shouted, "What have you done, you clumsy fool?"

Xiao quickly bowed, feigning regret. "My deepest apologies, Your Majesty. It was an accident."

Meixiu, watching the scene unfold, saw a flicker of something else in Xiao's eyes—determination, perhaps even defiance. She felt a strange mix of pity and admiration for him. Despite his father's public humiliation, Xiao had managed to retain a shred of dignity.

As the King continued to berate Xiao, Meixiu's uncle and aunt exchanged uncomfortable glances. The atmosphere in the room was tense, and it was clear that the evening was not going as the King had planned.

"Your Majesty," Meixiu interjected gently, "perhaps we should allow Prince Xiao to rest. It has been a long day, and he seems quite tired."

The King, still fuming, waved his hand dismissively. "Fine. Take him away. Let him rest."

Xiao bowed once more and left the room, his steps measured and calm. Lian followed closely behind, her heart aching for him. As they exited, Meixiu couldn't help but feel that there was much more to Xiao than met the eye. She resolved to learn more about this enigmatic prince who hid his strength beneath a veneer of weakness.

Once they were alone in Xiao's quarters, Lian turned to him, her voice soft with concern. "Xiao, are you alright?"

Xiao sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I had to do it, Lian. He insulted my mother. I couldn't stand by and let him tarnish her memory."

Lian nodded, understanding his pain. "I know, Xiao. But be careful. The King won't forget this."

Xiao's eyes hardened with resolve. He looked at Lian with a sassy and confident expression. "Let him try. I'm not as weak as he thinks I am."

Lian stared at Xiao, taken aback by his boldness. She thought she knew him well, but in that moment, she realized there was more to Xiao than met the eye. "Who are you, really, Xiao?" she whispered to herself, feeling a mixture of curiosity and admiration.