Divine Love and Royal Conspiracies

It is said that the prince and his mother died during childbirth. One of the other princes ascended to the throne, but the truth was that the baby did not die.

Helena had to maintain the profile of a teacher, not out of effort but because she loved what she did; the children were to her like pearls on a beautiful jade necklace. Her preparation to protect the prince since she was a child had been extreme, as her father was the closest officer to the king and empress. Sometimes she wondered if everything in the kingdom would remain the same, and if they would be able to keep secret that the princess’s son was the son of the monkey god. As far as she knew, the monkey god fell in love with the princess (before she became queen), she was the most beautiful princess, and once when she went to the garden of beings, the monkey god took her. She refused to leave with him because her heart belonged to the king. When the god of wind knew of the conflict, he sent a disease to the princess and when the monkey god learned of the misfortune, he promised never to return to the garden of beings. The empress, seeing that the princess was dying, took her to the mountains of the golden stones and there she gave birth.

The power of the stones where they placed the newborn baby shone so brightly that the baby disappeared. Grief invaded the kingdom and the empress ordered that one of her best soldiers, trained and not exceeding a young age, travel wherever the stones led them. That was when I arrived with my maid and my soldiers, but so much time has passed, I say it with sadness, but I know I am close to finding the real Prince.

Knowing the future is dangerous, it could change and I had no permission to do so. Intervening would be harmful or they could discover where I came from, not believe it, and many deaths could be unleashed by time travel. Many would want this information, it’s a risk. The god of the wind would be lord and the world its slaves, as this was the only gift that the monkey god granted to his son with the golden stones. This could be a rumor, but it is their reality and must be kept secret. Whoever finds it must suffer death. Teaching him the strategies of war is important since he knows nothing about containment and what could happen.

Hours pass and Huang prepares to receive his guests. The grandparents have prepared some desserts. Mei arrives and greets them. Minutes later, Helena arrives and greets them very kindly.

—Miss Helena, it’s a pleasure for us to have you in our home. We know you’ve been to many places and your aunt is very elegant, right?

—Well, I’ve had the opportunity to travel, Mei exaggerates a bit.

What do you say, friend?

Yang intervenes in the conversation: - Tell us, Miss, specifically where have you been?

—I spent some time in the United States and in France.

—How interesting, because I also visited France. What did you like the most about France?

—Its architecture, its people, and its history. We can say that I am interested in culture. As you know, I am a teacher and it is important for me to share these important places with my students. And you?

—Well, I also know some places.

—You are very modest.

—Do you think so?

—Yes. Now tell me, what do you think of modern architecture?

—Well, they are using materials that help the ecosystem and are easier to produce.

—You know Helena, my cousin’s firm is very well-known. —Mei says, looking very mischievous at Yang and Helena.

—Yes, I’ve seen it on television and in some famous celebrity magazines.

—You are very informed, Miss.

—I just have to keep up with the latest trends for my students, Mr. Huang.

A few minutes pass and then…

—Oh, grandparents! Did you know that my cousin is very famous in Europe?

—Then we are grateful for having such a well-known grandson. —The elders smile.

—They exaggerate, grandparents!

—Everyone in Lijiang knows that Yang is a famous and single man. Do you know, cousin, that Helena is also very single? —Mei says with a smile.

—Interesting, a young woman like you? —Yang asks.

—I only focus on what’s important, my children! —Helena responds while everyone sips tea and eats some desserts.

Huang looks at Helena carefully and Mei, realizing the moment, proposes: —What do you think if we go out? It’s very beautiful outside, the mountains are beautiful and the cherry blossoms have started to bloom. Let’s go, cousin! Helena!

—Sorry, cousin, I have to finish my project, —Huang Yang responds.

—Oh! Grandpa, convince him, —Mei insists.

—Son, it’s good to take a break, —adds the grandfather.

—I’m sorry to say that I don’t have time either, —Helena said with a sad tone of voice.

—What party poopers you are! I hope it will be next time. For now, I bid you farewell. My aunt is waiting for me, —Helena said as she stood up, bowing to Huang Yang’s grandparents.

—Take care, friend! I’ll call you, —Mei responded, accompanying Helena to the door.

—What a charming girl, son, —the grandmother said. Huang cleared the plates and headed to his room.

Once inside his room, Huang received a Line message from Helena.

“Thanks for the invitation. Being with your family is a pleasure for me,” Helena wrote.

Huang smiled and replied: “Rest well, miss.”

He began to think things like, “What a girl! She’s not only intelligent, but also beautiful… but what am I saying? I’m not here to find a girlfriend." Meanwhile, he grabbed his computer.

If the investors agreed and everything went well, Huang would have to travel to the United States for a good while, while his grandparents thought their grandson needed more recreation.

Helena commented to one of her escorts:

— I’ve been investigating and it seems that some of the Wind Lord’s guards have followed us here, —she added with concern.

—But my general, how is that possible if I’ve been too careful? The subject asked.

— I don’t know, but it’s best not to trust ourselves, —Helena replied seriously.

The second female escort asked Helena: —How was tea time with the young man?

— He’s a pretentious, fake person who only wanted to show off in front of his grandparents and cousin, —Helena replied disdainfully.

—Ma’am, do you know that the painting that was delivered to the maid of the Royal Prince was sold to the young Huang? What should we do to recover it? It was painted by one of the royal painters and it has the entrance to the mountain, written in an ancient language.

—Oh no, that’s terrible, —the first guard comments with concern.

—The mark on the Royal Prince’s painting is the key to finding the entrance to the mountain.

—Ugh, everything is getting complicated.

—We have to keep an eye on that presumptuous boy’s house until we recover the map.

—Yes, my lady, we will, —responds the first guard.

—Be cautious and make sure they don’t know we’re watching them. Otherwise, we’ll have trouble with the authorities of this time and nothing will save us. We’ll have to give a lot of explanations and they won’t understand that we come from the past. We’ll be seen as crazy. We have to be diplomatic, —she adds with determination.

—Yes, my general! The royal guards respond before Helena leaves the place.

She stays for a moment thinking about what happened. The cherry blossom leaves fall softly and the beauty of the place is incomparable; everything around the place makes it so charming and impossible to forget.