Xiao Yu couldn't help feeling like she was where she needed to be in his arms. She disregarded the fact that they had just met and listened to how her heart fluttered when he pulled her into his arms and held her tight up against her. She was always a hopeless romantic who believed that true love could not be separated by time and space and in a a wider understanding, death. She was a sucker for the TV dramas where the two leads found one another again in a second life time and now she was on her couch curled up in the arms of the American and it felt like she had found the one she been searching her whole life for. She was complete and if he pulled away from her she would, could actually die of a broken heart.<br/><br/><br/>A broken heart was such a devastating concept and one that many people did not understand. She used to think that her heart was broken when Yi Long drove the last stake into it by cheating on her with someone she thought was a friend, but now she understood that he was an asshole who couldn't keep his dick in his pants and she was a whore ready to spread her legs for any guy who paid attention to her. Xiao Yu was now thankful that it happened because now she understood what heartbreak was. It was having to lie to the man that you loved knowing that they only way he would stay away from you was to make him hate you, to break him down and go against what you swore you would never do. She felt it all when she was pulled into the body of her old self. She would have known that it was someone else body if it had been but it was her own. The man on the bridge, what was his name? An something. She had loved that man so much that it literally killed a part of her to hurt him.<br/><br/><br/>"The picture of Yi Long father?" What an odd question to ask. "Yes I remember it. What about it?" Then in sunk in. The wheelchair! "Milo!!" She bolted up so fast that she feel off the couch laughing. She didn't realize that when she fell her legs were jelly, weight underneath her. "Holy shit the wheelchair is the same one no?" She tried to get up and fell down. "Oh Christ really? Gimme a hand, babe." That time she realized what she called him and turned pink.<br/><br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Wuqing was dead bored but she knew that she has to keep up appearances. Shen Hou Fu was invaded today by the etiqutte experts of the royal palace. The reason they were there was because the Crown prince had announced his engagement to Wuqing during early morning court where Zhuge Zhengwo had to attend. The Emperor's only request was that Wuqing be educated on the etiquette of the court ladies. The experts were sent to train her as they would any maiden that was entering the palace as a maid or a trainee that would usually become a concubine. Normally the Emperor would not allow his son and heir to the throne marry beneath his status and make her his Taiho, Empress. But he knew that he owed her so much and she was very loyal to his court despite the pain and loss that he forced on her. Letting his beloved son take her as his wife and making her Empress was a good compensation. When Zhuge Zhengwo returned from court, The Royal Uncle, The Emperor's brother came along and so did the ladies.<br/><br/><br/>Wuqing delighted in the little things that she did or could not to to drive the ladies crazy. She had no control of her legs so she laughed them off when they proceeded to teach her how to walk. In fact she wasn't even lady like about it. she threw her head back and laughed so loudly that her god father and Lengxue's god father, the Royal Uncle, rushed from their game of qi to see what was wrong. She only stopped when Zhuge Zhegwo cleared his throat. At the very moment she was learning all the names of the court officials. She didn't bother to tell them that she already knew who was who.<br/><br/><br/>--somewhere else--<br/><br/><br/>"A prince?" The comment made Lengxue so mad. He was as much of a prince as the nest homeless farmer. What did rank matter if he couldn't have the woman that he loved with him? It didn't. He glared at the scholar. "I don't see what she fucking sees in you. You are the lowest piece of scum there is in this world. She tells you she hates you and this is waht you fucking do? Hide away with your useless books?! Don't you know how to keep her with you?"<br/><br/><br/>He closed the distances between them unsheathing his sword and taking swings at An Bo. They were threatening and swift. He knew he was being a bully. "You don't deserve to live if you're just going to let her marry Taizi. Do you even love her?"