In the palace of Li Chung-Shen, the late-night silence was broken by their conversation. Fang Tian stood to the side, his eyes revealing concern as he knew Li Chung-Shen was troubled by emotions.
"Your Highness, but doing so may lead you into even greater difficulties," Fang Tian gently reminded, his eyes filled with loyalty and worry.
Li Chung-Shen turned around and looked at the moonlight outside the window, his voice firm and deep, "I know the risks, but I cannot sit idly by. poetry vine Such changes must have a reason behind them."
Fang Tian walked to Li Chung-Shen's side, speaking earnestly, "Your Highness, perhaps you should first uncover the truth. Matters of the royal family are always complex and difficult to unravel."
Li Chung-Shen nodded, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness, "Ever since she started distancing herself from me, I felt that something was off. I always feel like there's something we don't know behind this."
Fang Tian pondered for a moment, then said, "Your Highness, perhaps we can send someone to secretly observe the movements of the royal family."
Li Chung-Shen turned around, a determined look flashed in his eyes, "Alright, tomorrow, I will personally visit the royal family again."
Fang Tian was slightly taken aback, then nodded, "Your Highness, I will accompany you."
Li Chung-Shen's eyes flashed with a hint of gratitude. He lightly patted Fang Tian's shoulder and said, "Thank you, Fang Tian."
Fang Tian smiled slightly, with a determined look in his eyes. "Your Highness, this is my duty."
At this moment, in another part of the Royal Residence, Wang Shimeng sits alone by the window in her room.
Her heart is filled with contradictions and struggles. Recently, her distance from Li Chung-Shen has definitely caused him deep hurt.
"Miss poetry vine, you haven't rested yet? You will be heading to Consort Yang tomorrow," a close maid named Lotus asked softly.
Wang Shimeng shook her head gently, her voice tinged with a hint of helplessness, "Lotus, there are some things in my heart that are hard to calm."
Lotus walked to Wang Shimeng's side and said gently, "Miss, is it about Third Prince?"
Wang Shimeng's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, "Yes, I don't know if what I did is right. I'm afraid my decision will hurt him."
Lotus gently held Wang Shimeng's hand and comforted her, "Miss, you have always been wise. Whatever decision you make, it is made after careful consideration."
Wang Shimeng smiled faintly, but there were tears in her eyes. "Thank you, Lotus. But sometimes, the wise decision doesn't necessarily mean it's the best one."
Lotus silently accompanied Wang Shimeng because at this moment, Wang Shimeng needed not only comfort, but also someone who could listen to her heart.
Consort Yang paced anxiously in her palace, filled with worry. royal family The current situation was becoming increasingly precarious. So, she sent someone to find her sister Wang Fengluan, hoping to find a solution.
"Little sister, prudence has been restless lately, uninterested in her studies, and constantly running off to the royal family. At this critical moment, many teachers and ministers have begun to criticize prudence and Third Prince for being too engrossed in their romantic relationship, losing the proper demeanor expected of a prince. This is very unfavorable for us. Do you have any good ideas?" Consort Yang asked eagerly, her eyes revealing anxiety.
A hint of fierceness flashed in Wang Fengluan's eyes as she replied, "Sister, I already have a plan. We can use Wang Minyi to get close to prudence and help Third Prince emerge from this gloom."
Consort Yang's eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation, "But Minyi is just a common-born girl. Can she really make Prudence forget Poetry Vine?"
"Minyi is clever and resembles Poetry Vine. With a little cultivation, I believe she can handle it," Wang Fengluan's voice was full of confidence.
At the same time, Wang Minyi sat quietly in her room, filled with conflicting emotions and struggles. Since her mother Zhu Fangyu died mysteriously, she understood that her fate was no longer in her own hands.
"Wang Minyi, are you ready?" Wang Fengluan's voice came from outside the door, with a hint of anticipation.
Wang Minyi took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and her voice was firm and clear, "Mother, I know what to do."
Wang Fengluan nodded in satisfaction, "Very good. Remember, you are now the hope of the royal family. As long as you do well, I will ensure that your brother Wang Rui receives proper care and nurturing."
Wang Fengluan walked slowly into the study, with a barely noticeable hint of nervousness on her face. She approached Wang Minyi and whispered, "Minyi, from today onwards, you will no longer be Wang Minyi, but you will become Wang Shimeng."
Wang Minyi Lifted her head, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, mixed with complex emotions. "Mother, I understand. I will do my best."
Wang Fengluan Nodded slightly, a hint of relief in her eyes, but more caution. "Remember, your every word and action represents the honor and disgrace of the royal family. You must be careful and not make any mistakes."
Wang Minyi gently bit her lip, feeling a whirlwind of emotions inside. She knew she was about to step into a world full of power struggles and schemes, and she would have to become a part of it.
Wang Fengluan turned and left, leaving Wang Minyi alone in the room. Wang Minyi gazed at the moonlight outside, her heart filled with complex emotions. She would no longer be the innocent Wang Minyi, but a pawn of the royal family.
She walked gently to the mirror, gazing at her reflection. There was a subtle sadness in her eyes.
For the sake of her family, for the sake of her younger brother, she had to give up everything, including her secret love for Li Chung-Shen.
Wang Minyi took a deep breath, her eyes gradually becoming determined. She began practicing imitating every move of Wang Shimeng, from her tone of voice, her smile, to even her walking posture.
She demanded perfection in every detail from herself. As time passed, Wang Minyi became more and more skilled at playing the role of Wang Shimeng. Her expressions and actions, even her tone and speech, were astonishingly similar to Wang Shimeng.
But deep down, there was always a voice reminding her that all of this was just a show, a show she had to participate in.
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