A Love Written In The Stars

What use would a grieving queen be?

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A gentle knock tapped at the door. "My lady, a prince requests an audience," came a muffled voice from outside.

Princess Chàn Juán rose from her seat, her heart leaping in her chest. Could it be that Crown Prince Cheng had finally come to see her? Without a second thought, she hurried to the entrance and threw open the door.

But it was not Cheng who stood there. Prince Xuan looked at her with mild surprise, and she flushed in embarrassment.

She shot one last glance outside, hoping to see Cheng, but he was not there. Chàn Juán sighed softly as she reentered the chamber, the sting of disappointment pressing on her shoulders.

"I apologize for that unseemly display. When the servant mentioned a prince, my thoughts leapt ahead foolishly."

Xuan noticed the trace of disappointment in Chàn Juán's eyes but chose not to dwell on its cause. "It is okay," he said, offering a kind smile.

A quiet pause settled between them before Xuan spoke gently. "How have you been faring all these years?" he asked softly.

Chàn Juán returned his smile. "Well enough. The palace remains as it ever has—full of complex schemes and politics. But I try to keep to my duties and devotion."

"I am glad to hear it," Xuan replied, observing her.

A curious look entered her eyes. "Forgive me, Prince Xuan, but I find myself wondering—what brings you here today?"

Xuan was startled by the question. Had his concern seemed unusual? "Lady Chàn Juán, I simply wanted to welcome you properly to the palace."

Chàn Juán considered this, then bowed her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend—just surprised." A small smile appeared on her lips again.

Xuan returned her smile. "Think nothing of it."

After a while, he added, "I must be going now, but I hope we'll see each other more often." Rising from his seat, Xuan bowed respectfully.

Chàn Juán watched as Xuan departed, feeling terrible about how she had acted.

"Prince Xuan, wait," she called softly after him.

Xuan paused and looked back in surprise. Chàn Juán walked toward him, stopping just inside the doorway.

"I wanted to thank you for your kindness in coming to greet me," she said, meeting his eyes directly. "I am honored, and your visit is truly appreciated, Prince Xuan."

He smiled warmly and he took his leave.

———

Mei's Chamber

Mei looked out the window of her guest chambers, lost in her thoughts. Xiao's offer to stay at her manor in the palace kept replaying in her mind.

A soft knock came at the door. "Mei, are you in?" came the gentle voice of Yu Jin.

"Yes, come in," Mei replied.

Yu Jin entered, closing the door quietly behind her. "You seem troubled. Is it about Xiao's invitation again?"

Mei exhaled sharply. "She means well, I'm sure. But the palace..." Her voice trailed off, unsure how to voice her doubts without seeming ungrateful.

Yu Jin placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I understand your reluctance."

"I never intended to live in the palace," Mei admitted. "But you know how reckless Xiao can be. Her bold words caused a misunderstanding between Prince Yizong and Princess Xin Yi," she recalled, remembering Xiao's behavior at the emperor's birthday party.

"Then go, if only to protect her," Yu Jin urged gently. "With your level head to guide her, no real harm will come."

Mei knew her friend's advice was wise, yet she still hesitated.

Yu Jin took both of Mei's hands in hers. "Think of your family, not me. The short time you spent here was the best."

Mei considered Xiao's safety, setting aside her own desires. Family should always come first. "Very well. For Xiao's sake, I will accept her offer."

That evening

Somewhere in the palace

Across the palace grounds, in a secluded courtyard, Mr. Sha requested an audience with Lady Xia. When she arrived, she was escorted by her personal handmaid. Mr. Sha wore a smug smile, making pleasant small talk about the celebratory feast the previous night.

Once they were alone, he shifted to matters of greater importance. "The prince seems quite close with the crown prince, my lady," he said, watching Xia closely for any reaction.

"But is it in his best interest?" he continued. "Or yours? With the right... influences, his prospects could be much brighter. And ours along with him."

Lady Xia feigned reluctance, glancing around as though worried they might be seen. "Mr. Sha, while I enjoy your company, this secrecy raises suspicion. The emperor would not take kindly to it. Let us return to more public surroundings, for both our sakes."

Mr. Sha waved off her concerns. "The emperor cares little for an old man's counsel to one of his beautiful consorts. And these walls have ears—my words are best kept for your ears alone, Consort Xia."

He leaned in boldly. "You need allies to thrive in this court, as I'm sure you've learned. I offer such aid, with no demands, as long as you hear my... counsel on certain matters."

"There may be ways to boost your standing and ensure a bright future for your son."

His insinuation was clear, but Lady Xia was no stranger to these games. She saw an opportunity to advance her own influence. Perhaps this man could prove an... unexpected ally. She would listen, and let this snake dig his own pit.

Mr. Sha continued, "Consider the emperor's health... unfortunate events sometimes arise. When they do, the empire needs a strong leader, one supported by steadfast advisors."

"Your son could suit such a role well. With the right influences, of course. And you, Consort Xia, could ensure those influences align with your vision for your son's future. Imagine—becoming Queen Dowager, guiding him as emperor. While I, as chancellor, support your family's ascension. Together, we would follow destiny's plan."

Lady Xia's eyes tightened slightly. "Strong words, Mr. Sha. What influence could you possibly wield?"

Sha smiled. "Let's just say I am not without certain... talents that could smooth your son's path. Or create obstacles for those who might oppose this vision. With your favor, many doors will open. So, what do you say, my lady?"

Lady Xia remained quiet, considering his words carefully. Elevating a mere magistrate to the rank of chancellor seemed an impossible feat. That position was the pinnacle of power, reserved for men of the highest birth and standing.

Yet, she could sense the ambition beneath Sha's polished exterior. Desperate times bred desperate measures.

If Sha's influence was as great as he claimed, his support could help elevate her son above any rivals when the time came. But to risk her future on such a dangerous gamble could lead to disaster. She knew she had to be careful in her choices and play this game with utmost caution.

"Your offer is tempting, but words alone are not enough. Show me some proof of what you claim. A small sign that your... talents can reshape the order of things. Then perhaps we'll speak again."

A flicker of interest appeared in Mr. Sha's eyes at her challenge. "You demand proof, Consort Xia? Very well. While I work to provide what you need, do not forget—we both seek to rise to where we belong. My talents thrive on mutual advantage."

Lady Xia smiled, greed and ambition were virtues in this den of vipers, so long as she held the reins tightly. If she could harness this man's hunger, she might use it to elevate her own standing, securing her son's path to the throne.

"Might I remind you, I am not someone to be toyed with. Prove your worth, and we will walk as partners. Fail, and you will fall alone."

With her terms set, Lady Xia rose in a rustle of silks and made her exit.

Mr. Sha bowed deeply to her retreating form, as he rose, a new look appeared in his eyes—calculating and cold.

This puppet thought she could control the strings. But in the dance of power, plans within plans were woven until the final cords were cut. If her son took the throne, so be it—Sha would rule through him, their fortunes intertwined.

But should she neglect him... well, accidents had been known to happen. And what use would a grieving queen be? Regardless of the outcome, when this game ended, he would stand victorious.