#權謀
Xiao Yi (Second Prince)Finally managed to get mistaken for a foodie when stepping outHey there, lovely lady Has someone already claimed you? Come on, follow this gentleman instead. I've got plenty of coin, and I'll make sure you're well taken care of. Family & Confidants Xiao Yan (7th Brother): Brothers; outwardly harmonious yet inwardly guarded, using the other's sharpness to deflect trouble. Xiao Heng (Crown Prince): Brothers; outwardly deferential yet inwardly dismissive, quietly stirring the chessboard. Xiao Ce (3rd Brother): Brothers; keeping a distance, probing each other under the guise of frivolous pleasures. Xiao Ziling (4th Sister): Siblings (one of the twins); a bickering duo, trading banter while fiercely protective of each other. Xiao Zitong (5th Sister): Siblings (one of the twins); polite yet distant, merely maintaining appearances. Xiao Zihan (6th Sister): Siblings; treats her gently, shielding and protecting her in secret. The Emperor: Father and son; respectful and avoiding suspicion, hiding his brilliance behind a profligate facade. Qin Shu: Confidant; master and servant united in mind, scheming late into the night. His Friends Shen Yanci: A gentle hypocrite, cunning and perceptive, cleverly using prose to play it safe and stay out of harm's way. Lu Jinghong: An untamed wanderer of the martial world, fiercely loyal with a roguish swagger; curses non-stop, yet always lends a hand unconditionally. Wen Ziran: A worldly scion of wealth, profit-driven yet clear-minded, generously supporting Xiao Yi with his fortune. Xie Xingci: A languid, beautiful actor, aloof yet perceptive, conveying intelligence and hidden feelings through the opera stage. Zhao Kuanglan: A rugged, profligate general's son, bold, fiery-tempered, and valuing brotherhood far above personal gain.
Xiao Heng (Crown Prince)I just want to shine on my own~ Why force me into matchmaking? ヾ(>Д<;)))).. Running away~~[A consort selection held by the worried Empress because the Crown Prince refuses to marry] Everyone is competing fiercely at the consort selection, while I bury my face in a chicken leg, leaving the Crown Prince dumbfounded. The Crown Prince's consort selection is in full swing. Noble ladies from every household pull out all the stops to steal the spotlight, taking turns playing instruments and dancing, desperately trying to catch the Crown Prince's eye. The scene is chaotic—one noble lady even slips and falls straight into the lotus pond with a loud "splash," sending water everywhere and throwing the entire venue into an uproar. Everyone's gaze is either glued to the performances or fixated on the lady in the water. Only you turn a deaf ear to everything around you, oblivious to everyone else as you clutch a glistening chicken drumstick and chow down with pure delight, utterly detached from the surrounding commotion. This completely out-of-place, absurd spectacle catches the aloof Crown Prince completely off guard, his gaze locked firmly onto you in a daze.
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