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Chapter 3 - Sinking ships

Xu Xin

Duo approached the double doors to Prince Yu's study with steady, deliberate

steps. The flickering torchlight along the corridor cast long shadows,

illuminating the intricate carvings of dragons and phoenixes that adorned the

polished wood. A servant stood at attention outside the doors, his posture

rigid, his gaze fixed forward. His uniform, though simple, was pristine, a

reflection of the discipline Prince Yu demanded from his household.

 

The

servant's sharp eyes flicked toward her as she drew closer, but he did not move

until she came to a stop directly in front of him. He bowed deeply, his

movements precise, but his expression betrayed the faintest hint of unease.

 

"Lady

Xu," he said, his voice respectful but cautious. "His Highness is currently

occupied. Shall I announce you?"

 

Xu Xin

Duo met his gaze evenly, her calm demeanor unwavering. "No," she replied, her

tone firm but measured. "This matter cannot wait. I will speak with him now."

 

The

servant hesitated, his brows furrowing slightly. "His Highness has instructed

that he not be disturbed during council, my lady."

 

She

regarded him coolly, allowing the weight of her presence to settle between

them. "Inform him that I bring news from Minister Xu," she said, her voice

carrying the quiet authority of someone who expected to be obeyed. "I assure

you he will want to hear what my father has to say."

 

The

servant's hesitation lingered for only a moment before he nodded sharply. "Very

well, my lady. Please wait here."

 

He

turned and entered the study, closing the door softly behind him. Xu Xin Duo

clasped her hands loosely in front of her, her expression composed as she

waited. Though the moments stretched into silence, her mind remained sharp,

considering her approach. Prince Yu was not a man who trusted easily, and any

misstep could prove costly.

 

The

door reopened, and the servant reemerged, his expression more guarded than

before. "His Highness will see you now," he said, stepping aside and holding

the door open for her.

 

Xu Xin

Duo inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment before stepping forward, her

movements smooth and deliberate. She entered the study with the same calm grace

she carried through the corridors, her gaze immediately finding Prince Yu

seated behind his desk.

 

Xu Xin

Duo entered Prince Yu's study with her usual composed grace, the soft rustle of

her robes the only sound in the otherwise silent room. The firelight

illuminated the rich furnishings: shelves filled with scrolls and books, silk

tapestries depicting scenes of valor, and the gleaming lacquered desk at which

Prince Yu sat.

 

The

prince did not rise as she entered. Instead, his sharp, angular features

settled into an expression of cold indifference, his dark eyes narrowing as

they met hers. Dressed in a robe of deep black silk embroidered with silver

threads, he radiated authority and disdain in equal measure.

 

"Lady

Xu," he said, his voice low and cutting, as though her very presence was an

affront. "What urgent matter brings you here? Another scheme, perhaps?"

 

Xu Xin

Duo inclined her head slightly, her expression unreadable as she approached the

desk. "I bring news from my father, Your Highness," she said evenly, ignoring

the pointed insult. "It concerns the Imperial Guards."

 

Prince

Yu leaned back in his chair, a faint sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

"How considerate of you," he drawled. "Yet I find myself reluctant to hear what

you—or your father—might deem important."

 

Xu Xin

Duo remained unfazed, her calm demeanor betraying none of the irritation that

might have risen in someone less disciplined. Instead, she stepped closer, her

movements deliberate, and retrieved a letter from within her robe.

 

"This

warning is not a matter of consideration," she said simply, holding the sealed

parchment out to him. "It is a matter of survival."

 

Prince

Yu did not reach for the letter immediately. Instead, he regarded her with open

contempt, his sharp gaze sweeping over her with the precision of a blade. "You

speak as though you are privy to matters of consequence," he said coolly. "But

your actions have already shown your character, Lady Xu. Forgive me if I am not

inclined to trust your words—or your father's."

 

Xu Xin

Duo met his gaze without flinching, her expression calm and unreadable. She

knew the source of his disdain, though she found it tiresome. The original Xu

Xin Duo's stepmother and niece had orchestrated the infamous night that now

tarnished her reputation, but explaining the truth felt like an unnecessary

chore.

 

"The

Guards are coming, Your Highness," she said evenly, her voice devoid of

emotion. "Their orders are to arrest you and everyone within this estate. My

father's warning is clear, and ignoring it will be your undoing."

 

For a

moment, the room was silent, the fire crackling softly in the hearth. Prince

Yu's gaze hardened, his fingers drumming idly against the armrest of his chair.

Finally, with a sharp movement, he reached for the letter, breaking the wax

seal with little care.

 

As his

eyes scanned the contents, his expression remained cold, though his jaw

tightened imperceptibly. When he finished, he folded the letter neatly and

placed it on the desk, his gaze returning to her.

 

"How

convenient," he said, his voice sharp with derision. "Your father's sudden

concern for my welfare. Tell me, Lady Xu, do you expect gratitude? Or is there

another scheme hidden in your act of loyalty?"

 

Xu Xin

Duo's lips twitched slightly, though her expression remained otherwise

impassive. "I expect nothing, Your Highness," she replied calmly. "What I

expect is irrelevant. What matters is the Emperor's will and the Guards already

have their orders. If you hesitate, you will lose not only your position but everything

you've worked for."

 

Prince

Yu's eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, a flicker of something—anger,

perhaps, or disbelief—passed across his features. "You speak boldly for someone

whose position here is tenuous at best," he said coldly. "What exactly do you

hope to achieve with this warning? Perhaps the chance to save yourself?"

 

Xu Xin

Duo met his cutting words with the same steady calm she had carried since

entering the room. "Survival," she answered simply. "Yours, mine, and that of

everyone loyal to you. Whether you trust me or not is irrelevant. The threat is

real, and time is running out."

 

For a

long moment, Prince Yu said nothing, his sharp gaze fixed on her as though

trying to discern her true intentions. Finally, he leaned back in his chair,

his posture still radiating disdain.

 

"Very

well," he said at last, though his tone remained cold. "If the Imperial Guards

are coming, we will act. But know this, Lady Xu: this changes precious little

between us."

 

Xu Xin

Duo inclined her head, her expression betraying no reaction to the veiled

threat. "It doesn't matter" she said evenly.

 

Xu Xin

Duo watched Prince Yu carefully as he leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze

lingering on her. The air between them crackled with tension, though she

refused to let it affect her calm demeanor. His distrust was palpable, his

words edged with contempt, yet she knew better than to respond with emotion.

 

"I

find your sudden concern curious," Prince Yu said, his voice cold and

deliberate. "Why should I believe your father's warning when the Emperor,

despite his displeasure with me, has never sought to go beyond exile or

disgrace? Do you think I'm so easily swayed by theatrics, Lady Xu?"

 

Xu Xin

Duo regarded him evenly, her voice steady as she replied. "This is not a matter

of theatrics, Your Highness. It is a shift in strategy. The Emperor seeks to

neutralize perceived threats to his rule. Stripping you of power and title

might suffice for the court, but it does not eliminate your influence. Exile

would leave loose ends. The Guards are a message—to you and to anyone who dares

to align with you."

 

Prince

Yu's lips thinned as he absorbed her words. Though his expression remained

impassive, the slight narrowing of his eyes revealed his mind was working

quickly. He was a man who had fought wars, both on the battlefield and in the

treacherous arena of court politics. She knew he would weigh every possibility,

every consequence, before committing to action.

 

"Neutralizing

a threat is not the same as eliminating it entirely," he said finally, his tone

measured. "The Emperor is no fool. He would not risk the court's favor by

shedding the blood of his own son."

 

Xu Xin

Duo inclined her head slightly, acknowledging the logic of his statement. "The

Emperor is calculating, but so are the men who serve him. What matters now is

not his intent, but the intent of those carrying out his orders. They may not

come to kill you, Your Highness, but their arrival will destabilize your

position and scatter your allies. Once that happens, recovery will be extremely

difficult."

 

Prince

Yu studied her with an expression that bordered on disdain, though his sharp

eyes betrayed the weight of her words. "You are remarkably adept at speaking in

riddles, Lady Xu," he said coolly. "But your vagueness does little to inspire

trust."

 

"I

have no need to inspire trust," she replied calmly. "The truth is simple: the

Guards will arrive soon, and their presence will change the course of your

future. You can choose to dismiss this warning, or you can act. Either way, I

have done my duty."

 

The

faintest flicker of irritation crossed Prince Yu's face at her directness,

though he quickly masked it. Rising from his chair, he walked to the window,

his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed out at the estate grounds. The

flickering torchlight from the outer walls cast long shadows, a reminder of the

vigilance that surrounded him at all times.

 

 

Xu Xin

Duo stood, her movements deliberate as she approached the desk. She remained

composed, her voice steady as she replied. "It is likely that false evidence as

already been hidden here. You'd do well to find it… quickly"

 

Prince

Yu turned slightly, his gaze flickering toward her with renewed curiosity. He

also understood that he should of heard about this before Minister Xu, that

fact that he hadn't was cause for extreme concern. It appeared he needed to

clean house. "You speak as though you have knowledge of matters beyond what a

lady of the court should concern herself with."

 

She

allowed a faint, unreadable smile to touch her lips. "I speak only of basic

facts, Your Highness. My knowledge is irrelevant. What matters now is whether

you are willing to act."

 

For a

long moment, silence filled the room. Prince Yu's expression remained guarded,

though the tension in his posture lessened slightly. At last, he nodded, a

reluctant acknowledgment of her point.

 

"I

will take care of things here." He said simply, not bothering to explain further.

"There is still precious little trust between us."

 

Xu Xin

Duo inclined her head, her voice calm as she replied. "Trust is not necessary,

Your Highness. Only results."

 

Xu Xin

Duo inclined her head slightly, signaling the end of her exchange with Prince

Yu. She understood his stance well; he was a man shaped by war and court

intrigue, cautious to the point of paranoia. Explaining herself further would

only fuel his mistrust, and she had no patience for needless justifications.

Her purpose here was clear, and she had done her part.

 

Prince

Yu's attention shifted back to the letter on his desk. He reached for it, his

fingers brushing the folded parchment as though weighing its significance. His

expression remained cold, but his sharp eyes betrayed a flicker of

thoughtfulness as he considered her warning.

 

"You

are dismissed," he said curtly, his tone returning to the clipped command of

someone accustomed to authority. "I will see to this matter personally."

 

Xu Xin

Duo inclined her head once more, her composure unshaken by his dismissal.

Without another word, she turned and left the study, her steps measured and

purposeful. The servant stationed outside the doors straightened as she exited,

casting her a curious glance before resuming his rigid stance. She walked past

him without acknowledgment, her mind already shifting to the next step in her

plans.

 

The

corridors of the estate were quiet, the faint flicker of torchlight casting

shifting shadows along the stone walls. Xu Xin Duo moved through them like a

shadow herself, her sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings. The air felt heavy

with tension, as though the estate itself sensed the coming storm. The Imperial

Guards would arrive soon, and while she had delivered her warning, she knew the

true test lay ahead.

 

Reaching

her chambers, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. The warmth of the

fire greeted her, a small comfort against the chill of the night. Ying'er stood

by the hearth, her hands clasped nervously in front of her, but she

straightened the moment Xu Xin Duo entered.

 

"Miss,"

Ying'er said, her voice tentative. "Did the prince—"

 

"He

will act," Xu Xin Duo interrupted calmly, moving toward the small table near

the window. She retrieved the jade pendant from where she had left it earlier,

its smooth surface cool against her fingers. "For now, we prepare."

 

Ying'er

nodded quickly, her expression a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety. "What

should I do, Miss?" she asked, her tone more resolute now.

 

"Ensure

the servants remain discreet," Xu Xin Duo replied, her tone firm but measured.

"If there are those who are loyal to the prince, they will need to be ready.

The rest should stay out of sight when the Guards arrive." She turned to face

Ying'er, her sharp gaze pinning the maid in place. "And you will stay by my

side. Do not wander."

 

"Yes,

Miss," Ying'er said, bowing her head.

 

Xu Xin

Duo moved to the window, her hands clasped behind her back as she stared out

into the darkness. The faint outline of the estate walls loomed in the

distance, a reminder of the barriers both physical and metaphorical that now

enclosed her. This was no longer about mere survival; this was a battle of

strategy, and every move mattered.

 

The

jade pendant rested against her palm, its weight grounding her as her thoughts

turned to the steps ahead. The prince had his suspicions, and she had no

illusions about the fragile alliance between them. But she knew this much:

trust was irrelevant. Only results mattered.