Prince Yu's Residence
Rear Courtyard
Clang, clang!
Sword in hand, Xiao Yu was sparring with Xiao Zhiyu.
Half an hour later
"Stop. Let's take a break." Seeing how distracted he was that day, Xiao Zhiyu called a halt.
Then she turned to him and asked, "Tell me, what's on your mind? You've been miles away."
Xiao Yu looked up at her, hesitating.
"Elder Sister... if I told Father and Mother that the person I love is a man, and the king of Southern Zhao at that... do you think they'd approve?"
A trace of worry crept into his voice.
Xiao Zhiyu frowned slightly at his words.
She looked up at him, her tone questioning and tentative. "Are you serious? Are you sure he's the one you want to spend your life with?"
"Yes," Xiao Yu replied without hesitation.
He had never considered being with anyone other than A-Heng.
"Then you have my support."
Xiao Zhiyu set down her sword and told him, "Father and Mother aren't narrow-minded. As long as you truly love him, they'll support you too."
Xiao Yu relaxed a little at her words, growing even more certain of his decision.
Resting her chin on her hand, Xiao Zhiyu regarded him with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Qi'an, tell your elder sister what this new king of Southern Zhao is like."
She had no fondness for the Former King of Southern Zhao.
No, it would be more accurate to say that none of the people of the Southern Border had any fondness for him.
In his youth, he had often led his men into the Southern Border to seize beautiful young women and violate them at will.
The people of the Southern Border loathed and hated him.
When news of the Former King of Southern Zhao's death