Li Xueyue rushed down the hallways, her footsteps quiet yet quick. It had been a while since she panicked like this. The Empress would do something. And it would not be pleasant. Before it happens, Li Xueyue would stop it. She had to.
It was bad enough that both Yu Zhen and Xueyue did not have a pleasant childhood. What if their children would experience the same thing? At the very least, their sons and daughters deserve to have more than just the love of their parents.
With the future in mind, Li Xueyue walked down an unfamiliar path. Opal decorations, white lilies, and golden trimmings on the walls, this place was a stark contrast to everything that Yu Zhen represented. It was no wonder why they were so different.
"Prince Yu Shisheng."
The First Prince was painting the scenery outside of his window, when suddenly, a voice demanded his attention. He turned around on his velvet chair, bewildered that someone had interrupted him.
