It was 2:02 PM in New York. The neighborhood and the house were quiet, with no sounds except the occasional background noise...typical of this low-traffic area, especially on weekends when things were even more subdued.
Zhan was sitting in the sitting room with Lao, his phone in hand, absentmindedly tapping at the screen. Although he was known for constantly reviewing study materials he'd already memorized, today he couldn't concentrate. He went through the motions, but nothing stuck. Meanwhile, Lao sat beside him, watching a program on the mounted plasma TV, while Bai Wuxia was in one of the bedrooms, packing their belongings in preparation for moving.
The doorbell rang, drawing both of their gazes to the entrance. Zhan didn't move...his body lacked any energy. So Lao stood first and went to answer it.
He heard her speaking Chinese briefly before she opened the door and returned to fetch Bai Wuxia. Moments later, they both emerged. Lao returned to her seat, and Bai Wuxia headed for the door.
"Oh, Lawis! Come in, why are you standing out there?" she called warmly as she stepped aside.
Soon, a tall, dark-skinned young man entered the room. He had a commanding build and was likely no older than twenty-nine. He didn't resemble the Chinese at all; he looked more like someone from Mali, indicating mixed heritage.
Bai Wuxia didn't let him sit before offering him a drink and soda. Once settled, they exchanged greetings. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out a passport and plane tickets, and handed them to her.
"Here's your passport and tickets. Everything's finalized."
"Has Queen Zhaiye arrived?"
"Yes, she's here and together with the prince. They came for his graduation ceremony, and I believe they'll be returning together…"
Before he could finish, Zhan abruptly stood up, not bothering to hear the rest. The mere mention of those names drained him, making the room unbearable. He had no idea what had kept him sitting there in the first place.
He trudged into his room and sat heavily on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at his phone, now unable to grasp anything on the screen. His mind drifted into distant, tangled thoughts.
For almost twenty minutes, Zhan sat that way, unmoving. He only lifted his head when the door creaked open. Bai Wuxia entered quietly and sluggishly, saying nothing as she sat beside him. Then, without a word, she handed him a small red booklet and a folded piece of paper.
Zhan looked at them...his passport and ticket.
"These are our travel documents. We're leaving the country in five days."
He couldn't quite name what he felt. One part of his heart brimmed with joy at the idea of freedom, while another was tight with dread. His chest felt compressed with an emotion he couldn't identify.
"Let's hope we make it," Zhan murmured as he searched for Fenghua's number...the one he often used to contact his younger siblings.
Slowly, the luxury car carrying the royal family and entourage of the Tianjin Palace pulled up. Among them were Queen Zhaiye and all her children, along with four trusted attendants. Xueyin, who had requested to join them, was also present with her own maid and her unmarried daughter.
Queen Zhaiye had not wanted Xueyin to come, but she kept quiet...especially since His Majesty himself had insisted. Initially, Xueyin hadn't liked the idea either. But after a conversation with Princess Dingzhi, her attitude shifted:
"This is your chance," Dingzhi had said. "An opportunity to show the world you love him. Second, you'll be able to keep a close eye on him. Perhaps you'll even find something useful...no matter how small."
Those words brought a smile to Xueyin's face. After some thought, she was convinced Dingzhi was right.
The house they arrived at was spacious enough for everyone to settle comfortably. The sitting room led into a corridor of bedrooms: Queen Zhaiye shared a room with her youngest daughter, Nalan. Her other children stayed in another room. Xueyin and her daughter took a separate room...although her daughter refused to share with the younger children and stayed with her mother. A spare room near the kitchen housed the rest of their attendants.
Once everyone had unpacked and rested, Queen Zhaiye...now refreshed from her bath...sat on one of the armchairs in her room. Nalan knelt before her, organizing their clothes neatly, placing them in the wardrobe for easy access.
Though composed, Queen Zhaiye was deep in thought. She had planned everything carefully to shut out Xueyin's presence from her mind, but this trip had brought them too close. And as the saying goes, when the razor reaches the scalp, it cuts deepest.
She hadn't intended to travel with Xueyin. But since His Majesty asked, she couldn't refuse...not if she wanted to avoid suspicion. She had long studied Xueyin's behavior and knew her methods: always watching, always digging. That was why she stayed cautious in every interaction.
Though slightly relieved after sending Bai Wuxia their return tickets, she still needed to ensure they left the country without Xueyin ever seeing any of them again.
"Nalan…call your brother on phone," she said at last, exhaling slowly as she came out of her thoughts.
Nalan paused and frowned. "But Mom, why don't you just call him? You know how he gets. If I call again, he's going to act out."
Before Queen Zhaiye could reply, Nalan's sister entered and said, "I already called him. He didn't pick up. Just texted me that he's still at school finishing up some things."
"Okay, no problem. Leave him be. I'm sure he'll be home soon."
Not long after, the household chef informed them that dinner was ready, neatly arranged on the large dining table. Everyone was hungry, so they all emerged from their rooms around the same time.
Queen Zhaiye was seated in the center, surrounded by her children, halfway through dinner when Xueyin appeared. She hesitated briefly, watching Queen Zhaiye's grace, then reminded herself why she was here...she was on a mission, and she didn't give up.
After sitting down and serving herself, she looked across the table.
"Has Prince Yibo still not made it back?"
With the poise of royalty, Queen Zhaiye responded, "No, not yet."
The answer wasn't even directed at Xueyin, but she swallowed her irritation.
Her hatred for Queen Zhaiye burned brighter than ever. She silently wished for the day she could see her fall.
Xueyin eventually stood and left for her room. At the table remained Queen Zhaiye, her children, and one of the younger girls, who was too absorbed in her meal and phone to notice anything around her.
His royal greeting echoed through the sitting room, his foot steps making it obvious he was exhausted. She hastily stood to greet him, her face lighting up with joy at the sight of her son. He headed straight to the dining table. Each of his sisters quickly straightened up, attempting to compose themselves. Rui couldn't sit still when she saw him pull out a chair with the intention of sitting down. Reluctantly, she stood and muttered, "Good evening."
"Good," Prince Yibo replied curtly. She turned and walked off, pouting once she was sure he couldn't see her. In her mind, she grumbled...of course, his greetings were always this dry.
Nalan and Zhenxi also stood and greeted him before leaving. Everyone knew his temperament. Soon, it was just Xifan and Queen Zhaiyen remaining with him. With respect, she greeted him.
"Everything's fine... are the preparations in order?" she asked.
Rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand, he replied, "All is fine… everything is nearly complete."
"That's good to hear," she said warmly, genuinely pleased that things were going as planned.
"What would you like to eat?" Xifan asked with care, having just finished her own meal. She was also ready to excuse herself, knowing that their mother wanted to speak with him. He didn't respond immediately, scanning the dishes before pointing at what he wanted.
"Not too much," he said.
She nodded, served him everything, and pushed the tray toward him. Then she stood and looked at Queen Zhaiyen.
"Mom, I'll get ready to head out. Baby's Dad arranged for me to visit his Auntie today."
Queen Zhaiyen nodded, and xifan left.
A silence settled between them as Prince Yibo continued his meal. Queen Zhaiyen cleared her throat before speaking.
"I've sent passports and plane tickets to Bai Wuxia and the boy. They'll return directly to Beijing, China. We won't be meeting again. Everything is in place. As soon as they arrive, the boy will be handed over to his father. All that's left is the divorce documents. Have you arrange and signed them? Do it today or by tomorrow morning. Wei will pick them up, along with the boy, and deliver everything. Once that's done, you'll get your copy."
She paused, then continued.
"As for the legal stamp....once we return, I'll arrange for Ms. Bao to collect the papers from the boy and have them stamp. That'll be filed in Henan court, where the marriage was registered. You'll keep your copy privately, where no one can ever find it. Everything must be ready. His Majesty has spoken about a possible arranged marriage. I'm sure he'll bring up the professor's daughter again. We won't repeat that conversation, you already know what to tell him. Once you explain, the next step will be his contacting Qiantang's family."
"This is the next chapter of your life. I've invested all my hopes into it. Once this matter is resolved, we can talk about continuing your studies...perhaps even changing the state."
Yibo looked up at his mother. So, the time for him to stay in their City...within their palace...still hadn't come. He thought this quietly to himself.
"Alright," he replied simply. The room fell silent again as he finished his meal, then left for the only room still available to shower and head out.
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The next day, no one stayed home. Everyone was out, roaming the city. This left Queen Zhaiyen without a chance to speak to Yibo again. Despite her preoccupations, she made sure to summon him that evening.
He found her in her room with Nalan and the others, unpacking items they had purchased. She was seated on the edge of her bed, dressed in a long, ornately detailed gown that ran from her neck to her wrists, and her matching hood covered her hair. Her eyes were on the girls, but one glance at her told you her mind was elsewhere.
His entrance prompted everyone to greet him, and he acknowledged them, heading to a small carpet near Queen Zhaiyen's feet, where she had rested her legs.
"Give us a moment," she said to Zhenxi and the others. They quickly set aside their things and exited to the room.
"Good evening, Mom."
"Evening," she replied, her expression neutral. She reached beside her and picked up a pen...one clearly set aside for a specific purpose. She handed it to him, and he looked at her, then the pen, before accepting it.
"Bring the documents. Sign them. I think they'll leave tomorrow," she said.
He said nothing. Already anticipating this, he pulled the papers from his pocket. He lowered his gaze and began to sign. Queen Zhaiyen's eyes never left him. As he signed, a strange weight settled in his chest...he couldn't quite explain the feeling.
When he finished, he handed them to her. She didn't even check...they both knew it was done. She placed them aside, picked up her phone, and called Wei to meet her.
Turning back to Yibo, she asked, "What time does the ceremony begin? His Majesty might attend. He wants to know the exact schedule. I doubt he'll stay long...perhaps arrive in the evening and leave the next morning."
Yibo stood up and answered, "It starts at 6 PM."
She nodded.
"I'll head out, Mom. I might come back, or maybe not until tomorrow."
"Okay," she replied softly. As he left, she let out a long sigh, feeling peace for the first time in days. She had constantly worried over this marriage...fearing the worst. Yet everything had gone more smoothly than she had imagined.
Wei found only Bai Wuxia in the sitting room. Zhan and Lao were in the backyard and had been there for a while. She didn't know what they were doing and hadn't asked, knowing everyone was dealing with the pain of separation in their own way. She, too, was carrying a heavy heart. But it was Zhan's situation that weighed on her the most.
When Wei handed her the documents, she knew exactly what they were. After he left, she kept turning them over in her hands, feeling as though the message was for her, as if she were Zhan herself. The burden of delivering this painful truth to him was unbearable. If only Queen Zhaiyen had done it herself...or even Yibo. That would've spared her from this responsibility, this guilt. Facing Zhan with such news felt like committing a sin.
As she flipped through the documents, the kitchen door connecting to the backyard opened. Lao entered first, Zhan following behind. One look at their faces revealed the sadness written across them. Bai Wuxia quickly set the papers aside, watching them silently.
She didn't sleep that night. She couldn't bring herself to hand the documents to Zhan. Knowing they were leaving in the morning made it worse. She'd been up since dawn, had Lao start getting ready, and eventually went to Zhan's room to wake him...only to find him already awake. She quietly closed the door again, her heart breaking.
Bai Wuxia forced herself to remain composed, even keeping Lao away from Zhan so he wouldn't be further heartbroken. She assigned her chores to keep her distracted, while she went to the kitchen to prepare their last breakfast together...though she doubted any of them would have the appetite to eat it.
While cooking, Lao came to hand her the phone....Queen Zhaiyen was calling. With respect, she answered and greeted her.
"I trust my message reached you through Wei?" Queen Zhaiyen asked.
"Yes. It did."
"Good. Your flight is at 12 noon. I'll send a driver to take you to the airport. When you arrive in Beijing, there will be two cars...one to take the boy to his father, and the other to bring you home. I want no complications. Make sure everything goes exactly as I instructed."
A heavy, bitter weight settled in Bai Wuxia's chest. Was this really the end? Were they truly to leave without even knowing where Zhan would end up? But there was nothing she could do. She wasn't in control...Queen Zhaiyen was. She had no choice but to say, "Alright," and assure her everything would proceed exactly as directed.
Bai Wuxia set the phone down slowly, a bitter taste in her mouth as she felt the weight of injustice hanging heavily over everything. From what she had always known, Queen Zaiyen was a woman of compassion, reason, and admirable character. She couldn't understand what had changed her so drastically. It baffled her how the Queen had allowed ambition...and a vow to fulfill the desires of her enemies...to strip her of her grace. She had held such high hopes for Yibo, hopes far greater than anyone could imagine. True, she had always cherished her children, but her love had never clouded her sense of justice. That balance had earned her deep affection from all who knew her. And yet, now… now she was acting in ways Bai Wuxia could barely comprehend....cold, unjust, and uncaring to everyone but her own flesh and blood.
If that was the case, then the enemies had succeeded. Their poison had seeped deep, warping her from within until her very nature had been replaced.
As expected, no one touched the food...not even Bai Wuxia herself. Each heart in the house was burdened. Still, something confused her that day: she couldn't read Zhan. For the first time, she couldn't tell what emotion clouded his face. Was it joy? Sadness? Something else entirely? She couldn't place it.
Zhan dressed like a man carrying eggshells in his chest. He himself didn't know where his heart or spirit stood. The only thing he knew for certain was that he had woken up with renewed resolve after spending the night turning over thoughts and searching for strength. He had built a quiet bravery within himself...a willingness to face whatever life now had in store for him.
As he dressed, his eyes traveled slowly over every part of the room, recalling the year he had lived in this house. His breath caught when his mind dragged him back to the day Prince Yibo shattered his dignity. All the confidence he had so carefully gathered seemed to collapse in an instant. He slid to his knees beside the bed, covering his face with trembling hands, feeling something rise violently in his chest.
Eventually, he forced himself up, sat at the edge of the bed, gathered what composure he could, and continued getting ready.
When Zhan glanced at the clock again, only twenty minutes remained before they had to leave for the airport and return to his homeland. Suddenly, he heard the doorbell. The sharp ring snapped him back to the present, and moments later, he heard Bai Wuxia opening the door and speaking with a woman whose voice he didn't recognize....though he caught her say the name "Lanhui." Then, silence. He rushed to finish dressing.
Ten minutes left.
Just as he looked away from the clock, the door to his room opened again...this time it was Bai Wuxia. Her eyes were on him, and something in her gaze made his heart sink with apprehension. He couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes.
She walked slowly toward him. For a moment, she simply looked at him, as if she too wasn't sure why she had come in. Then, wordlessly, she reached for his hand and pressed a document into his palm.
Zhan looked up at her, confused. She gently shook her head, and if he looked closely, it seemed her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Neither of them said a word. Just then, Lanhui entered the room, greeting them softly. Bai Wuxia didn't respond...she simply released Zhan's hand, turned swiftly, and walked out. But before disappearing, she said with a tight voice:
"Sign them all. Take your copy...the rest will be returned to Prince Yibo."
And she was gone.
Zhan's eyes followed her until she vanished from sight. That's when he realized Lanhui had been speaking to him. She repeated herself:
"If it's alright, I'll start taking your bags to the car. The driver is here."
He couldn't answer. His mouth felt foreign to him, as if he had never spoken before. His legs were weak, his feet unsteady. He felt as if he were walking through a world not quite real.
He sat at the edge of the bed, pulled a pen from the bedside drawer, and opened the document, letting his eyes fall on the bold heading at the top:
DIVORCE AGREEMENT BETWEEN PRINCE WANG MO YIBO AND XIAO ZHAN...
He didn't bother reading the rest. Without even glancing at the part bearing the Prince's signature, he began to sign with trembling hands. When he finished, he pulled out his copy and stood up with the rest, intending to hand them to Bai Wuxia once he stepped out.
Without looking back, without checking to see if he had forgotten anything, Zhan walked toward the door. His hands held nothing but the documents. When he reached the sitting room, it felt like his legs could carry him no further. Weighed down by everything inside him, he found a chair and sank into it, as though that might relieve the pressure crushing his limbs and chest.
In the blur of his thoughts, he saw movement....faint figures, likely staff...coming in to strip the room. He thought he saw them removing the bedding and all the decorations, but it all felt like a shadow, like he was watching someone else's life unfold. His mind had disconnected from his body, making it impossible to tell illusion from reality.
Zhan sat in the living room like a ghost of himself. His ears heard nothing, his eyes saw nothing. His entire being was numb, aware only of the uncertain road his life was about to take.
In his right hand was the document—now feeling more like a sentence than a solution. Its message pierced him as if it were a declaration of death, burning from his palm up through his veins, seeping into his skull, his heart, and through every inch of him.
He had known this day would come. He had counted down the days, braced himself for it. But somehow, the moment of signing had struck him deeper than he'd imagined. He couldn't explain why....was it habit? Or fear of what came next? What would become of him now? What page would he turn to next in this story?
Lanhui emerged one last time from the bedroom with his suitcase...the last thing he owned in this house. She placed it beside the others, then approached Zhan and spoke gently, crouching before him.
"Everything's packed. They said the flight's at noon. The driver's outside."
His brain registered only part of what she said, but from her words, one truth struck him:
You're leaving. You're going back to China. You're going home.
As if receiving a silent command, Zhan stood. With quiet resolve, he straightened the papers in his hands and began walking, as if balancing on glass shards, toward the bedroom....once the center of his personal history.
Anyone watching him would think he'd entered to inspect the very ground the room had been built upon. He moved slowly, eyes taking in every corner from ceiling to the empty floor.
His gaze settled on a spot at the far end of the room wall. He walked toward it like a magnet was pulling him. Reaching out, he ran his fingers across the area.
Prince Yibo used to stand here. Zhan had always seen him in that space, even in the dark. The Prince had loved it, though Zhan had never seen him clearly. Still, he leaned closer now, breathing in the faint scent that still lingered there....the scent that was unmistakably his. Of everything in this surreal chapter of his life, that scent was what remained with him most deeply.
He exhaled a long, shaky breath. And that single breath was enough to loosen every tight muscle in his body. A tear...he wasn't even sure why...slipped from one eye.
Suddenly, like someone had snapped him from a trance, he turned and made for the door. The room now felt barren, lifeless, as if no one had ever lived in it. The furniture was gone. He hadn't even noticed when it had been taken...none of it had been his, after all.
Shaking his head quickly, he muttered to himself: he had nothing left. Not even a photo of the Prince's face. All that remained was the lingering scent imprinted in his memory.
He wished he had seen Yibo's face clearly. He wished he could recognize him if they ever crossed paths again. He wished he had something solid to remember him by....so that if he ever saw him, no matter how many years passed, he would know. So that he could walk away forever.
Then he stopped. His eyes caught something glinting on the floor. He bent down and picked up a ring...one he had seen many times on Prince Yibo's finger, lit by the small lamp on the bedside table.
It was the only object Zhan had ever truly associated with him.
He grabbed the ring and clutched it tightly, then strode out of the room, past the sitting room, and out of the house entirely....feeling that now, at last, he needed to sever every remaining tie.
He could hear Lanhui speaking behind him, but he didn't stop. He didn't even turn. His only goal now was to leave behind everything that had existed in that year.
To end it all....completely.
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She sat in the designated seat reserved for distinguished guests, beside her was His Majesty, the King of the Tianjin region. They were joined by their children, each of them sitting in their respective spots, their full attention focused on the ongoing ceremony. Happiness filled the hearts of all present as they watched their son and brother accept various honors and accolades.
As per the custom of remarkable individuals, his presence stood out from the rest of the students. This was evident not only in his academic achievements but also in his popularity within the school. He was admired by both teachers and students alike.
Queen Zhaiye's face was as serene as a cotton field, her heart as firm as a mountain, and it was evident even in her expression. Her dazzling smile revealed the gleaming white of her teeth, reminding her of Yibo's brilliance. She was sure by now that Yibo had surpassed all expectations, and he was now on the path to achieve everything she had hoped for. His star had risen, his name had spread far and wide...if only Xueyin were here to see this, she wouldn't fake her discontent.
Even though Xueyin wasn't present, Queen Zhaiye knew that Rui would inform her of everything that was happening, as she had a phone in hand, capturing every detail.
Tears of happiness welled up in Queen Zhaiye's eyes when it was announced that her husband, King Mo Yi, would be honored at the school for his contributions and exemplary leadership. This recognition also led to the school's further rise in prestige. After King Mo Yi arrived, Yibo asked for his mother's blessing, and she was overwhelmed with joy. She felt that her dreams were almost complete, that only a little more was needed to see them fulfilled.
The ceremony had been underway for two full hours when, just before it was concluded, a moment of lightheartedness came. King Mo Yi looked at Queen Zhaiye with a playful smile and said, "Are you sure you're not hiding anything? Your face looks like a cotton field in bloom!"
With a slight bow of her head, she chuckled softly, her voice low as she replied, "I can't hide my happiness. Yibo has done us proud; he has done everything he could for his country, even more than we expected."
King Mo Yi nodded in agreement, a sense of pride swelling within him as he reveled in the success of his son. His pride in Yibo, his only son, was beyond measure.
Meanwhile, at the student seating area, Sikong was sitting, fully immersed in watching Yibo's every move. His heart seemed to race as he observed the honors Yibo was receiving from every teacher. Sikong could tell from the way his mother spoke that this wasn't the happiest news to her ears. He couldn't help but wonder why Xueyin hadn't shown up, despite her earlier promise to be there when Yibo received his accolades. He felt a knot in his chest at the thought of her absence.
Further across the room, Meng Zi sat quietly, her thoughts focused on Yibo. A sense of bitterness churned within her as she reflected on her lost opportunity with him. She regretted missing her chance, regretted losing him despite having avoided pursuing him directly. Though she kept her distance from him, she couldn't help but wonder if there was still hope. Would Yibo even remember her when they met again? What would she do if she saw him again, especially now that he was receiving so much admiration?
"This guy is too perfect, he's got it all...looks, brains, everything," Meng Zi overheard a group of girls whispering from nearby. She turned to glance at them, and something inside her clenched tight. The way they followed Prince Yibo's every move with wide, admiring eyes...like witches under a spell...made her want to leap up and strangle them. She tore her gaze away, letting out a loud, irritated scoff. The sound was sharp enough to make her friend glance over and ask what was wrong. But Meng Zi didn't answer. She couldn't.
Eventually, just as scheduled, the ceremony ended, and the students began exchanging contacts....phone numbers, addresses....and taking group photos to mark the moment.
It was the same for Yibo. A line of people, some he barely even knew, surrounded him, asking for photos, sharing contact info, slipping him their details. Many weren't even close to him, but still jumped at the chance. Yibo, being selective, went through the motions with those he respected, then politely excused himself and made his way to the parked vehicles.
His father was already in the car, along with his mother. The others were waiting in a separate vehicle. As he got in, his father turned to him with a smile.
"What about those people who were waiting for you?"
Yibo glanced back through the window, then replied respectfully,
"Your Majesty… I've said my goodbyes."
His father simply smiled again, saying nothing. He already knew his son well...the boy carved like from stone. Yibo's temperament hadn't changed, even after all these years. From his childhood to now, almost twenty-one, he remained grounded and steady.
As the driver started the car and they pulled away, King Mo Yi cleared his throat. When he spoke, his voice carried wisdom, dignity, and calm authority.
"Every gift a person receives in this life… it's not because he's better than others. No. The heavens choose. Our creator does as He wills, when He wills, how He wills. Every blessing is a test, Yibo. Some overcome it, others let it ruin them. Now, you've stepped into the next phase of your life. You've reached higher learning, your age is crossing into full adulthood. I hope you learn to reflect and act with wisdom in every circumstance, no matter the position or success you attain. Be a complete man...balanced, fair, and just in all you do. This will give you the foundation to build a worthy life. You'll have a good family. Marry a woman who won't harm you, just as it is forbidden for you to harm her. That… is the next stage of your journey."
Those words stirred something deep in Yibo. And instantly, his thoughts flew to Zhan.
Had he been fair to him… in the one year they were together?
Softly, with genuine respect, he answered:
"I will be."
Queen Zhaiye smiled faintly, trying to suppress the emotion rising within her. Because, truthfully, only one person had come to her mind too: Zhan.
"Your Majesty, giving advice already? Couldn't you have waited till we got home and rested first?" she teased lightly.
He turned to her with a small smile of his own. "They say strike the iron while it's hot. Every word has its right time and place."
She nodded, turning her face away slightly, but inside, it felt like a nail had been driven straight into her chest.
As they continued the ride home, speaking now and then with Yibo, they finally arrived at the house. It was quiet...only Xueyin was there, pretending to be sick, using a false excuse to stay behind. All because she was upset… that His Majesty himself had come to the graduation?
Perhaps it was jealousy. Or perhaps it was the undeniable love and attention the King gave Yibo.
And that, she couldn't compete with.
NB
For the ones who wish to read my straight fiction novels, not Yizhan woo😂 random story. Here is the link :
https://www.webnovel.com/book/three-faces_32681187108358805
The tittle of the book is, "THREE FACES" On Webnovel by the author, Shooly84.
See you on Monday, and be ready for the new one tomorrow Saturday, (Between Family and Self...)
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