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Xie Lian awoke to an intense cold. He tried to stretch out, but he could barely uncurl his body given the tight space that he was locked in. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he was let out to start his work. Part of him wanted to remain within the cage, but the other part wanted to get out and do something. However, in the cage, Xie Lian did not have to worry about being beaten or whipped. It was a lose, loss situation. If he was lucky, which he wasn’t at all, he would be sent off to work outside of the mansion grounds.

The sound of the cages alongside Xie Lian’s were being opened. That was the sign of the beginning of yet another grueling day. Xie Lian was the last to be let out and it took some time before there was blood in his legs again. The slaves of the Feng household were allowed 10 minutes to wash, eat and ready themselves for that day’s chores.

Xie Lian got in the line that was quickly forming to get his breakfast, which was served out of a large pot by the kitchen door. Each slave would take a small wooden bowl and be given some gruel. The only good part about the stuff was that it was hot and warmed Xie Lian up quickly.

Not one of the slaves spoke as they eat. A guard was walking about the yard, and seeing to it that they were behaving and talking was highly discouraged. Even if they had been allowed to speak, no one would dare talk to Xie Lian. He was the guards’ current whipping boy and no one wanted to draw attention to themselves by interacting with him. Xie Lian honestly couldn’t blame them. He would do the same thing if he was in their position.

The call came for them to get moving and Xie Lian made his way toward a trough full of half-frozen water. It wouldn’t be long before they had to move the slaves into the stables for the winter, so they would not all freeze to death in the night. Xie Lian much preferred being locked in the stables than in the boxes. He loved the smell and sound of the horses. It held a deeply peaceful quality to it that made the slave happy. The horses also kept the stables warm, which made it far more comfortable than the boxes.
Xie Lian could hear the sound of one of the servants talking with the cook. The word “Palace” got his attention. He took a moment longer to wash his face in the frigid water to listen to the conversation.

“When did the letter come?” the cook asked, her voice curious.

“Last night. Apparently, all of the noble families are to present a tribute to the Emperor,” the servant explained. “The lady and lord are trying to decide what will be sent now.”

“Hopefully they choose well,” the cook muttered. “The last thing any of us need is to displease the Emperor.”

Xie Lian had to agree with the cook. The lady and lord of this land were known for not being the most loyal of nobles. So this was important for everyone in their land.

“Move along!” a voice snapped behind Xie Lian making him jump in surprise.

Xie Lian did as he was told, making his way to the center of the yard where jobs were assigned by the head slave. He was a bitter old slave, who enjoyed lording his power over the others. He would point to a slave and order them to a job.

“You,” the older slave snapped, pointing to Xie Lian. “will be scrubbing the floors in the main hall.”

Xie Lian cringed internally. However, on the outside, he gave a respectful nod. He left the group of slaves to get a bucket of water and a rag. He did not want to be in the main house, but orders were orders. Maybe if he kept his head down and got it done quickly no one would bother him.

Xie Lian made his way into the mansion, his head fixed on the floor. He knelt in the far corner of the main section of the house and began mopping the floor. It would take at least half the day to get the main house done and then it would take the rest of the day to take care of the kitchen, servants’ quarters, and the personal rooms of the noble family.

Xie Lian tried to keep his mind from wandering as he worked up. However, at some point, he got lost in thought and did not hear the sound of someone walking up behind him.

“You,” a voice snapped, causing Xie Lian to jerk around to find the lord’s personal assistant standing behind him. “Leave that and come with me,” the assistant ordered.

As Xie Lian followed the man, his mind was racing trying to think of what he had done wrong to warrant being called for like this. He had not tried to escape in years and he had not stolen anything, ever. Xie Lian found himself in his master’s private office. The lady of the house was also there. She appeared uncharacteristically frazzled, her hair a mess, and her wrinkled clothes.
Xie Lian knelt on the floor, his head hovering just above it. The assistant bowed low but did not sink to the same level as the slave.

“Who is this one?” the master of the house snapped.

The assistant gave Xie Lian a light kick. “State your name,” he ordered.

“I am Xie Lian, my lord,” Xie Lian answered. He made sure his tone was as respectful as possible. He had never actually spoken to his master.

“Strip,” the lord ordered.

Xie Lian froze in surprise. His head slowly rose to look up at his master.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” the lady snapped, her irritation clear.

Xie Lian got to his feet and began removing his rough cotton Hanfu. He hated that his hands shook as he dropped his clothing to the floor. He had always known that his body wasn’t his own, but this cemented that in a way that nothing else could.

Xie Lian was down to his small clothes when he went for the strips of fabric that were wrapped around his neck. The brand that encircled his neck was then visible in all of its hideous scarring. The last thing to drop to the floor was his small clothes. It took all of his self-restraint not to cover himself, shame building in him.

“How long ago did you try to escape?” the master of the house demanded, clearly annoyed about the damage that had been done to Xie Lian’s body.

“Eight years, Master,” Xie Lian answered, his eyes on the short legs of the man’s desk.

The Lord turned to his assistant. “Any trouble since then?”

“No, my lord. Xie Lian has been the picture of a good slave since his punishment,” the assistant answered, dutifully.

Xie Lian was not going to point out how debatable that statement was. He was honestly a terrible slave. He fought in his own quiet way, but that was very different from bare-faced defiance.

The Lord considered this for a moment. “Very well. He shall be sent to the palace with the others. Get dressed,” the man ordered without turning to look at the slave.

“Are you sure, my dear?” the lady asked as Xie Lian pulled on his clothes and rewrapped his neck. “I would not wish for the Emperor to think he sent him damaged goods.”

“Nonsense. This slave is a perfect example of good work. We had a disobedient slave and now he has been the model of good behavior for such a long time. Plus, the Emperor has one male lover already, I am sure another one would be pleasing to him, if the slave catches his eye.”

Xie Lian was ordered to present himself at the front gate where three large wagons were waiting with treasures to be taken to the Xian Le Palace. There were several other slaves there as well, only they were all women. He couldn’t help but commiserate with them. They were all headed for very similar miserable fates after all.

Xie Lian noted that one of the wagons was piled high with beautiful fabrics of all different colors. The next one had lovely painted pots and small chests that were surely filled with jewelry. The last wagon contained him and the three women. It was a sorry caravan indeed.

They started off, each wagon flanked by several guards. There was only silence for what felt like hours before one of the slave girls spoke to Xie Lian.

“Are you frightened?” she asked in an undervoice.

Xie Lian forced a gentle smile. “A little. Are you?”

She nodded. “I’m surprised they would send a man to the Emperor. Are you going to be a eunuch?” the girl questioned.

Xie Lian turned slightly red at the question. He wondered if the girl knew what becoming a eunuch actually involved. He highly doubted it given that no one had eunuchs except for the Palace.

“If that is the Emperor’s wish,” Xie Lian answered.

One of the other girls, who hadn’t yet spoken, curled her lips in disgust at Xie Lian.

“With his face, he’ll end up in the Emperor’s bed,” she said, coldly.

Xie Lian almost winced at the harsh tone in her voice.

The first slave girl appeared confused. “What do you mean? Why would the Emperor want a man in his bed?”

For the next hour, the rude girl went into great detail about what pain a man causes to another man in bed. Xie Lian wasn’t sure where she had heard such horror stories and he did not wish to find out.

“You’re making that up,” the first girl gasped, once she finally had a chance to get a word in.

“Am not,” the rude slave girl responded. “Ask the pretty boy.”

The girl turned to Xie Lian with large shocked eyes. “The Emperor won’t really cut you like that, will he? He won’t put himself in you to hurt you?”

Xie Lian’s cheeks were on fire. “If it pleases him to do so, he shall,” he managed to answer.

That put an end to all conversations for the rest of the day. They stopped when the sun started to disappear and the guards made camp, being sure to bind the four slaves. Xie Lian lay awake for a long time, shaking and sick inside. He knew all four of them were going to face abuse and torture in their own fashion, but the prospect of being taken in such a manner made his blood run cold. He too had heard the stories of male slaves bleeding to death after being forced to their master’s bed. He had heard tales of infection and castration. He did not want to be mutilated, but it was required when a male slave entered Xian Le Palace to see that he did not impregnate any of the Emperor’s consorts, concubines, or even the Empress herself.

Xie Lian found himself wondering how it would be done. Were the male slaves given anything before to help with the pain? Or was such a thing not done? How long would it take to recover and would he even survive such a process?

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The caravan continued on the next day. They expected to make it to the Palace sometime late in the evening. Xie Lian ignored the pitying looks of two of the other slaves and the smirking looks of the third. He knew the rude girl was just scared but he did not appreciate how she dealt with it.

Around midday, they stopped to rest the horses. Xie Lian was sent to fill up the water skins. As he was kneeling on the bank, he looked up to see an abandoned temple. He had not expected to see such a place here out, miles from anything. Once the skins were filled, Xie Lian rose and crossed the stream to get a better look at the small dilapidated building. The door was hanging on by a single rope, the altar table was broken and the floor was covered in dirt and bird feathers. Xie Lian noted a small plant growing at the foot of the statue at the back of the temple. He recognized the goddess as Guanyin. She was the goddess of mercy and compassion.

Xie Lian drew near the statue and knelt before her. “I am sorry that I have no offering for you, only water.” He watered the goddess’s small plant, which had grown up through a crack in the floor. It had a little bud that was trying to bloom. Once the flower was watered, Xie Lian turned his attention back to the goddess. “I would pray for mercy, but I have prayed for such things before. I know I don't deserve it, so I will not ask for it anymore. However, I will ask that you keep those three girls safe. They are frightened, like children and I have no comfort to give them because I am just as scared.” Xie Lian was silent for a long moment. “When I was trampled by the horses, I did not curse you. When I was poisoned by snakes, I did not curse you and when I was taken and branded, I did not curse you. Please grant me this now. Grant those girls favor and please send someone to protect them. If my suffering and torture is required, I will willingly go to meet it.” Xie Lian had nothing left to say, so he slowly rose to his feet and bowed to the goddess before turning to leave.

“That’s an unusual prayer,” a voice said from a corner of the temple.

Xie Lian practically screamed in surprise, dropping the water skins. He looked around to find a young man around Xie Lian’s own age, leaning against the wall of the crumbling temple. He was tall and slim and his skin was snow white. His hair was dark and tied up in a ponytail that had fallen to one side, in a haphazard manner. One eye was covered by a black eyepatch. He was wearing red robes that, while nice, were plain. His one eye was a bright brown that was almost boarding on red. He must be the son of a minor noble.

Without thinking, Xie Lian bowed. “Forgive me, my lord. I did not know anyone else was here.” He snatched up the water skins.

The noble laughed lightly. “Do not apologize for your prayer. It was honest and selfless.”

Xie Lian was growing red in embarrassment. “Excuse me, my lord, but I must return before I am missed.”

“I will walk back with you,” the noble said, offering his arm to Xie Lian.

The shorter man was hesitant to touch the noble. “My lord, I cannot touch you. I am a slave,” he tried to explain.

The noble only smiled softly. “Nonsense, in the eyes of the goddess we are both just people. Don’t you think her opinion matters more?”

Xie Lian had no answer for that, so he reached out and took the noble’s arm. He was led back across the small river and towards the wagons. Xie Lian turned to the young man and bowed his head as they neared the camp.

“Thank you for your kindness, my lord,” Xie Lian said. The need to make haste was obvious in his voice.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you were trying to get rid of me,” the noble said, a small dancing on his lips.

Xie Lian shook his head, panic slipping through his heart. “No, my lord. It is only, well I was gone longer than allowed and what is to come will not be pleasant.” Without another word, Xie Lian turned and strode into the camp.

Instantly the guards were around him. One of the men grabbed him by the front of his clothes.

“Where were you, you little shit?” the guard snapped, shoving Xie Lian to the ground.

Xie Lian was about to answer, to explain when a boot came down on the small of his back, pushing into the dust. A foot connected to his ribs, making him gasp in pain. He saw another boot headed for his face when suddenly a voice made the guards stop.

“Damaging your employer's goods doesn’t seem like a wise choice,” the voice of the young man said, pulling the guards’ attention away from Xie Lian.

“What business is it of yours?” the guard snapped.

“None at all,” the young man smirked. “I am only trying to help you, sir.” There was nothing but mocking in the man’s tone of voice. He went and sat by the fire. “Come, tell me where you are headed.” His tone was conversational, but Xie Lian could sense a deal of anger lying under the surface.

The guards all hesitated for a moment before wandering over to the fire to sit with the young man, Xie Lian, forgotten for the moment.

“So, where are you going,” the young man asked, his smile bright.

“To Xian Le Palace,” the head guard answered. “We carry tribute from a noble family.” He gestured to Xie Lian. “He is part of the tribute.”

“You don’t say,” the young man said, his one eye fixed on Xie Lian suddenly with a deep intensity. “Well, you don’t need to worry about him running off,” the noble said. “I found the slave in a temple and a faithful slave is hard to find these days.” He was still smiling, but it did not reach his eyes.

Xie Lian slowly got to his feet and slipped back to the wagon, glad to have escaped the guards’ anger for now. He found the other slaves waiting in the wagon. All four of them were silent, listening to the guards and noble speaking. Finally, the young man went on his way and the wagons continued on.

Xie Lian was lulled off to sleep by the steady clomping of the horses’ huffs and the turning of the wagon wheels. He dreamt of silver butterflies, flitting about the darkness and in the darkness, a pair of reddish brown eyes stared back at the slave.

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The sound of a horn jerked Xie Lian out of his sleep. He sat up to find that the sun had almost set and they were outside the towering red and gold gates of Xian Le Palace. Slowly, the gates were opened and the three wagons pulled inside. Xie Lian was not sure what to expect, but his eyes danced about as the wagons were driven into the grounds. Xie Lian knew that he would likely never leave the Palace until after his death.

Xie Lian ignored the guards as they explained why they were there and who had sent them. A man dressed in simple purple robes strode over to the wagon that Xia Lian sat in. The man eyed the group with an air of assessment about him. He held a scroll laid across a thin board of wood. As he inspected the wagons, he would write on the board, cataloging everything.

The man turned to the guards. “The Emperor will no doubt be pleased with your lord’s gift.” His voice was gentle and high. With a start, Xie Lian realized this must be the Emperor's head eunuch. Xie Lian was surprised at how well the man looked. He had expected to see something more horrifying for a Palace eunuch.

The guards were offered lodging in the nearby city for the night. There was no way they would be allowed to remain in the Palace overnight. It was not long before the guards gave their respects and left.

The eunuch turned his attention back to the slaves. “Girls, please follow the maid to the maid’s quarters. You will be assigned to a department in the Palace tomorrow.” An older maid came and took the three girls away. Then the eunuch turned back to Xie Lian.

“If you will follow me,” he said, motioning for the young slave to come along.

Xie Lian did as he was told, trailing after the tall man as they made their way through the corridors of the Palace. Before Xie Lian knew it, he was being guided into a small building that was set aside from the other buildings in the courtyard. Xie Lian found himself in what appeared to be a mix of a wash house and a dressing room. There were two other young men there, filling up a deep bath with streaming water. They both bowed their heads respectfully at the sight of the head eunuch.

The man closed the thin wooden door and then Xie Lian was trapped with the three men. However, the man with the white hair gave Xie Lian a sad sort of smile.

“Hello, young one. My name is Mei Nianqing,” the man said. “I am the Head Eunuch here at Xian Le Palace. Can you tell me your name?”

Xie Lian was surprised at the gentle kindness of the man. “I am Xie Lian,” he answered. His hands had begun shaking. “Please, sir, am I to be cut now,” he asked, his voice trembling.

The eunuch took Xie Lian by the hands. “No, my dear,” Mei Nianqing told him. “You are not to be cut, I promise.”

Xie Lian felt some of the tension drain from his body in a great rush, leaving him feeling weak and numb. “But, to be in the Palace… I know the rules,” he tried to explain.

“Hush now,” Mei Nianqing muttered softly. He led Xie Lian to the bath. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m sure you are dusty from the road.”

Xie Lian shed himself of his clothing, going red as the two young men stepped up to help him. Before long he had sunk into the hot water. One of the other eunuchs went over to a small box and got a tiny pot from it. He poured the contents of the pot into the bath. Instantly the scent of flowers filled the air.

Xie Lian was confused beyond words. This was not how a normal slave was treated. This was how a concubine was treated. His heart dropped. The shaking that had subsided returned tenfold, as perfume and oil were added to the water. One of the young men began washing Xie Lian’s hip-length brown hair.

Xie Lian was ghostly pale and the water rippled wildly around him. His hands found the edges of the bathtub and he clung to it like a drowning kitten.

“Eunuch Mei Nianqing,” the same young man called to the man, who had disappeared into the next room.

The man instantly reappeared. “What is wrong?” Mei Nianqing asked. His eyes landed on Xie Lian, shaking in the bath. The man knelt down beside Xie Lian and took over washing the young slave’s hair. “You must calm yourself, Xie Lian,” the man said. “You are okay.”

“What’s going to happen to me?” Xie Lian demanded, his voice a harsh whisper. He heard the head eunuch sigh loudly. He hadn’t thought much of the rude girl’s words at the time, but it appeared as if she had been right about Xie Lian’s fate.

“It is like this, my child,” Mei Niaqing began. “The prince, Hua Cheng, has asked for you as his own. I cannot promise that your life will always be pleasant or easy, but you will be well cared for and I will help you.”

“Why? Why help me?” Xie Lian asked, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Because, before I came to this place and became what I am now, I was a father. I had a child and you, dear boy, could be his twin, so like him you are,” the head eunuch explained, his voice as kind and gentle as ever. “It will be alright. The prince is a good man,” Mei Nianqing promised.

Xie Lian nodded, wiping at his watery eyes. He had to get it together. He had expected to be castrated so many would consider this a vast improvement.

“Do you know how one man lies with another?” the head eunuch questioned, as he continued washing Xie Lian’s hair.

Xie Lian gave a jerking nod. “I- I have never been with anyone, but I have heard stories,” the slave tried to explain. He was scared and embarrassed beyond description.

“Do you mind if I explain how it is done, just in case you have gotten some wrong information?” Mei Nianqing suggested.

Xie Lian nodded. He did not want to make a fool of himself before the prince. That might be enough to get him whipped, especially if he displeased the man.

“Alright, now you will wait for the prince to start matters off. Once you are undressed you will ask the prince to allow you to prepare yourself for him. You must word this as being for him,” the eunuch stressed.

Xie Lian frowned. “Why?”

“The prince is perfectly within his rights to refuse to allow you to prepare yourself. If you do not do this, the act will be painful and you will likely tear inside.”

Xie Lian sucked in a hard breath at the idea of it. “How do I prepare myself?” He hadn’t known that it was possible to take another man without ripping.

“You use your fingers. Cover them with oil and open yourself,” the eunuch told him. “It will likely be painful but if you do it correctly you should be alright.”

Xie Lian nodded, his understanding. That made an uncomfortable type of sense.

“You must do exactly as the prince asks of you. I will come to you as soon as I am able,” the man promised. Mei Ninqing helped Xie Lian out of the water after he had been completely scrubbed down.

Xie Lian was doused in perfume and he was wrapped in a loose silk robe. He was led into the next room and there the two younger began cutting, cleaning, and painting Xie Lian’s fingernails and toenails. Mei Ninqing started combing out the slave’s hair.

“What are your names?” Xie Lian asked the two younger men.

They appeared surprised that Xie Lian spoke to them.

“I am Lang Ying,” one of them answered. His face was covered in old burn scars and he appeared deeply shy, keeping his eyes down.

“I am Tian Sheng,” the other boy answered. He smiled brightly at Xie Lian. “Don’t worry, I am sure you will like the prince. He is very handsome.”

“Tian Sheng,” Mei Ninqing scolded, his tone half smiling.

Xie Lian managed to smile. “Now if he is ugly, I don’t think anyone would be brave enough to criticize the prince.” He paused thinking about the matter. “How many princes are there?”

“There are five princes and one little princess,” Mei Ninqing explained. “It is the third prince that has asked for you. His name is Hua Cheng. However, sometimes he is called ‘San Lang’, as he is the third son.”

Xie Lian thought about the name Hua Cheng. It sounded nice, almost romantic in a way, but maybe he was just thinking that because he was trying to make the whole situation better in his own mind.

“There are also the Emperor’s seven consorts,” Mei Ninqing continued. “I don’t know if you will ever happen to meet them, but if that becomes the case, you will need to learn their names.”

Xie Lian nodded. “I heard- I was told that one of them is a man. Is that true?”

Mei Ninqing nodded. “Yes, indeed. That would be Consort He Xuan. He is a very pleasant young man.”

For some reason knowing that he wasn’t the only one made Xie Lian feel somewhat more confident. If someone else could do this, well then so could he.
After Mei Ninqing finished with Xie Lian’s hair, the man moved on to his makeup, painting his face white and his lips bright red.

“Rise your mouth with this,” the man ordered, holding a small bottle out to Xie Lian.

“What is it?” Xie Lian asked, smelling the green-tinted contents.

“It is mouthwash,” the eunuch explained. “Do not drink it. It will make you sick.”

Xie Lian did as he was told, spitting the strong-smelling stuff into a bowl that Lang Ying held up for him. Next Xie Lian was dressed in beautiful silk robes that would be easy to pull off. He supposed that was the point after all.

Mei Ninqing stepped back, studying Xie Lian for several long moments before giving a nod. “I believe you are ready.”

There was a note of finality to the statement that sent a cold tendril of fear through Xie Lian’s heart.

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Xie Lian followed the man out of the little house, his head bowed. He was surprised to find two palace guards outside waiting for them. There was also a third that stood back away from the others. His eyes were watchful and serious. He was dressed as a lord, looking down on everyone.

Mei Ninqing stepped aside, leaving Xie Lian defenseless before this new threat. The head eunuch bowed and Xie Lian was led away by the guards, the lord heading the group. Xie Lian shivered in the icy air. The clothes were not meant for the cold. Hopefully, he would not be kicked out of the Prince’s quarters to spend the night in the garden courtyard. He would have to do everything in his power to see that that was not his fate.

“Let me make myself clear, boy,” the lord snapped suddenly. “If you attempt to harm Prince Hue Chang, I will personally see to it that you suffer before you die.”

Xie Lian sucked in a frightened breath. “Yes, my lord,” he answered, keeping his voice soft. “I would not do such a thing.”

The lord let out a humph. “I am Lord Pei Xiu, the Prince’s personal companion, and attendant.”

Xie Lian was not sure if that meant he was to introduce himself or not, so he answered as best as he could. “It is an honor to meet you, my lord.”

The lord humphed again but was silent. So Xie Lian’s response must have been okay.

They arrived at what must be Prince Hue Chang’s palace. Xie Lian had no chance to take in the beautiful gardens and lovely house before he found himself in what appeared to be the prince’s bedroom. The bed was large and covered in heavy soft blankets. Candles lit the room in a gently flickering light. Movement caught in the corner of Xie Lian’s eye caught his attention. Someone was standing behind a red curtain, watching him. Instantly, Xie Lian knelt, his knees hitting the floor with a loud thump.

“Prince Hue Chang, the slave,” the lord said with a respectful bow.

“I see that, Pei Xiu,” a familiar voice said.

Xie Lian’s head snapped upright, locking eyes with the noble from the road. Realization shot through him and he dropped his head to the floor, trying to remember if he had been at all disrespectful during their earlier meeting.

“You can leave now,” the prince said, dismissively.

“My prince, I am sure you are aware of the rules of the palace, just as I am,” the lord said.

Xie Lian was not at all sure what they were talking about, but he did not like the sound of their conversation.

“Very well,” the prince said. “But send the guards out and be quick about it.”

The guards were told to leave and Xie Lian was ordered to his feet. He was shaking badly now.

“Please, disrobe,” the lord ordered.

Xie Lian could have choked in horror, but he forced himself forward, shrugging off the robe and letting it drop to the floor.

“What is that in your hand?” the lord snapped, totally unbothered by Xie Lian’s nakedness.

The slave held up the bottle, his cheeks bright pink. “It is oil,” he answered, shame overpowering him. He held out the bottle for the lord to see.

“Where did you get it?” the lord demanded, snatching it away to inspect.

“Head Eunuch Mei Ninqing,” Xie Lian answered. Should he have lied? He did not want to get the man in trouble for trying to help him.

Pei Xiu smelled the contents of the bottle and poured some out on his skin, examining it. He appeared satisfied and gave the bottle back to Xie Lian, who still stood there naked and bright red by that point.

“He has no weapons, my prince,” the lord announced.

“You can put your clothes back on,” Prince Hue Chang offered, still standing behind the curtain.

Xie Lian was quick to do so. He wasn’t sure how long he would be allowed to keep it on this time.

“Pei, you are excused for the evening,” the prince said, with a slight wave of his hand. There was a warm light in the nobleman’s eyes. The lord bowed deeply, sent Xie Lian a withering look, and then left the prince’s palace. Xie Lian had to force his trembling body to be still. He had to be whatever the prince wanted and Xie Lian simply had to go along with whatever that was.

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There was a long silence that Xie Lian finally dared to break. “Master, please forgive my behavior towards you. It was not in my intention to disrespect you at the temple,” his voice shook slightly as he spoke, but he managed to get the words out. He sank to his knees, his forehead touching the floor. He hoped the prince did not want to hurt him because of how Xie Lian had spoken to him in the temple.

Prince Hue Chang was silent as he stepped around the curtain and sat down beside Xie Lian on a plush pillow. “Rise your head, pet,” the young man ordered.

Xie Lian did as he was told, not daring to look at the prince’s face. He was sure he would pay the price if he dared to do such a thing again.

“You did not tell me your name when we met before. Will you tell me now?” the prince asked.

“I am Xie Lian, my lord master,” Xie Lian answered. He had not thought that his new master would care about something as unimportant as the name of his new slave, but he had also never thought that a prince would put on an eyepatch and roam about the countryside. It would be hard to predict the third prince if he was often taken by such flights of fancy.

“Xie Lian,” the prince repeated to himself. His smile brightened. “When we are alone, you can call me ‘San Lang’,” the prince stated. His tone almost made it sound like an offer, but Xie Lian took it as an order. He could understand why the prince would want some level of familiarity with his bed slave.

“Yes, Master,” Xie Lian answered. He jumped at his mistake. “Excuse me, San Lang,” he said quickly. He was not sure how long he could hold the prince’s interest, but he knew that the moment he lost in, this smiling young man would be replaced with an angry violent master.

A hand on Xie Lian’s shoulder made the young slave jerk reflexively. Instantly, the hand was removed.

“I am sorry, Xie Lian. I did not mean to frighten you,” the prince said, his tone slipping into a sad tone. “I was merely going to ask if those guards had hurt you more after I left.”

Xie Lian shook his head in the negative. “No. Thank you for stopping them.”

“Dumb bastards should have their ankles broken,” the prince stated. “I imagine they take their cues from the lord and lady of the Manor you have come from.” His tone was conversational, but Xie Lian sensed a dangerous aura coming off of the prince in waves. However, he did not know what the danger was. He did not want to lie to his new master, so he spoke the truth.

“Yes, my prince,” Xie Lian answered, with a dip of his head. A horrible thought entered his head. What if the prince wanted to know if Xie Lian needed to be punished often and violently? The brand around Xie Lian’s neck was a testament enough to that, not to mention the scars that covered a large portion of his body. “I did not mean to anger them. I only ran away twice and it was years ago. I swear that I will never run away.” His panic was growing with each passing moment.

The prince’s hand on his cheek made Xie Lian jump, only this time he did not jerk away. San Lang could have struck him, but instead, the prince was smiling sadly at his slave.

“If it was in my power I would have you set free this very moment, my little Butterfly,” San Lang said. “However, I do have the power to protect you. As my slave,” his nose wrinkled in disgust at the word ‘slave’, but he continued. “No one, but the Emperor has the authority to have you beaten and my father expects me to keep my own slaves in check. That being said, please avoid running about the throne room naked and resighting lewd poetry. That would get us both into trouble.”

Xie Lian’s cheeks went red at the very thought. “I would never, my lord,” he said, indignation rising in his voice. He ducked his head. “I mean, San Lang,” he corrected.

The prince laughed loudly, clearly amused. Xie Lian dared to flash a shy smile at his new master. Maybe, he could be pleasing to San Lang after all.

“Tell me, Xie Lian, are you hungry?” the dark-haired prince asked.

Xie Lian hesitated for a moment before nodding. “It would be nice to eat.” He hoped he did not sound whiny and desperate, but he had not eaten since that morning and the guards had not given him or the three girls much food.

The prince rose to his feet and stepped over to the front door. He spoke to someone standing outside. Xie Lian assumed it was a guard. He wondered if the guards standing outside would be able to hear what the prince did to him. He resolved to be completely silent no matter how hard he had to bite his tongue.

The prince returned to Xie Lian’s side, a bright smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “A maid will be here soon with dinner. While we wait, will you tell me about yourself?”

Xie Lian was not at all sure what the prince would want to know about him, but he would try to do as his master asked of him. So, he began speaking in a hesitant voice about his life, starting with his childhood. “I remember only a little of my parents. I do not know their names, but I recall their faces. I believe they were both slaves, but I am not sure.”

“Have you always belonged to the lord and lady that sent you to me?” San Lang asked, his tone light and gentle.

Xie Lian shook his head. “I belonged to a general when I was young. He was fighting on the border of Banyue and Xian Le. That was when I got this,” he said, motioning to the brand around his neck. “The one around my ankle came later.”

“When you were praying yesterday, you spoke about being trampled by a horse,” the prince commented.

Xie Lian nodded. “It was my own fault. I startled a herd of horses when I was trying to escape and in their fear, they ran me down.”

“Were you trying to get to the Banyue Kingdom?” San Lang questioned.

Xie Lian was instantly on guard. If he admitted to such a thing he could be executed as a trader to Xian Le. “I did not have a plan,” he tried to explain. “The general took his anger out on the camp slaves and I wanted to get away from him.”

San Lang took Xie Lian’s thin hand in his own larger one. “Do you think I am trying to set a trap for you, little ferret? Get you to admit to attempted treason?”

“Can a slave truly commit treason?” Xie Lian shot back, a note of clear defiance lacing his words. He snapped his jaw shut, expecting the hand holding his to twist painfully, but instead, the prince continued to gently hold Xie Lian. “Please forgive this slave’s impertinence,” Xie Lian said, quickly.

The grip the prince had on Xie Lian’s hand, tightened ever so slightly. However, at no point did it become painful. “Please do not talk about yourself like that, Xie Lian,” the prince said, gently. “I was not trying to set you up, Xie Lian. One of my father’s concubines is from Banyue. She gave my father a daughter, who is named after her mother’s homeland. That was why I asked. Also, within these walls, you are free to speak your mind. I want you to say what you wish.”

Xie Lian was hesitant to respond, but after a moment he found his voice. “I was trying to get into Banyue,” he admitted.

San Lang’s smile did not falter. “That would have been best. Slavery is not as common there. You would likely have found freedom there. I am sorry that you were not able to get there, but I am glad I found you.”

Xie Lian studied. “Why did you choose me? You could have anyone in Xian Le.”

The prince waved a hand in a circular motion, trying to organize his thoughts. “You are a good person and good people are hard to find, especially here in the palace. I want to protect you.”

Xie Lian did not know what to make of San Lang’s words or if he could even believe them, but the prince had been far more kind to anyone in his miserable life. He was inclined to tentatively trust the young man for the moment. It would probably come back to bite him in the end.

At that moment, a maid entered the room, a large tray in her arms. She set it down before the prince on the low table. She bowed and was silently dismissed without a word from the prince.
San Lang took up a bowl and chopsticks. He motioned to the other set. “Please, eat.”

Xie Lian picked up the chopsticks as well. He cast nervous glances at the young man. “Wouldn’t you rather I wait until after you finish?” he suggested. He had never eaten before any master.

“Of course not,” San Lang spluttered.“In my palace, you are free to eat and drink what you want, whenever you want.”

With eyes fixed on his master’s face, Xie Lian slowly began to eat. He had never eaten so well in all of his life and he tried to enjoy it, but he was on edge and waiting to do something that would cause the prince to lash out at him. However, the meal was peaceful. San Lang did not even glance at Xie Lian after the slave started eating.

There was also tea and Xie Lian sat, just smelling it for some time before he could bring himself to drink from the beautifully painted cup. He looked up to find San Lang studying his face with an odd expression pulling at his handsome features. Xie Lian was quick to put the delicate cup down in case the prince decided that his slave had done something wrong and lashed out. The last thing Xie Lian needed was to break a cup that was likely worth more than himself.

“How is your tea?” the prince asked his tone, light, and conversational.

“It is wonderful, Mas-, I mean San Lang,” Xie Lian corrected. He was surprised at the beaming smile the young prince was sending him.

“You know, it’s okay to make mistakes. I won’t be mad at you for calling me the wrong thing, or doing something incorrectly,” San Lang told him. “I want you to be happy here.”

Xie Lian sent a shy smile back to the prince. He found that he liked the third prince. He was kind, gentle, and very pleasant to look at.

“There is however one issue,” San Lang said, his voice suddenly wary and uncertain.

Xie Lian stiffened, trying to prepare himself for whatever the prince might say.

“I am sure you know of the rules regarding men being in the Forbidden City,” San Lang began. “All men living within these walls except for the royal family, are castrated and become eunuchs.”

Xie Lian had thought he had avoided that fate, but he nodded along with his new master. He was desperate to keep his features under control.

“Do you know why that rule is in place?” San Lang asked, his tone was soft and patient.

“So that no one other than the Emperor’s true son sits on the throne,” Xie Lian answered, quietly. He looked up at San Lang, wanting the young man to protect him. The prince was still holding his hand and Xie Lian found himself finding comfort in the warm smooth hand.

“That is right, my Butterfly,” San Lang answered. He almost sounded proud of Xie Lian’s response. “It is also so that no man is able to lay with the Emperor’s wife, consorts, and concubines, even if no child results. To do such a thing is punishable by death.”

Xie Lian nodded. “Am I to be cut now?” he asked, hating how frightened he was. He had been stupid to think that he would avoid this just because he was to be the prince’s plaything. Hue Chang did not need him to be intact to use his body.

Xie Lian was surprised when he was suddenly pulled into the prince’s lap. San Lang wrapped his arms around the slave.

“I would not allow that to happen to you. I will not let you be mutilated,” the prince said. There was a promise in his voice that sparked a flicker of hope in Xie Lian’s chest.

“Then what is to be done to me?” Xie Lian asked. He was not bothering to hide his fear. He suddenly hated that he needed the prince to like him, he hated that every breath he took was dependent on the prince and he hated the prince.

That anger flickered in his eyes even as he looked up at San Lang and worst of all the young prince saw it. Xie Lian expected to be pushed away and slapped. Instead of being annoyed the young man’s expression remained ever-patient and kind. San Lang’s arms did not loosen from around Xie Lian’s narrow shoulders.

“I do not want to frighten you, but I will need to get something,” San Lang said, a note of hesitation painting his voice. “Will you wait here?”

“Of course,” Xie Lian answered. Where was he to go after all? If he was to try to walk out the door, the guards there would stop him, and even if he could leave the Forbidden City, there was nothing for him outside of the high walls. There was no family waiting for him, no lover, and no friends. The prince was his whole life now and Xie Lian would need to learn how to survive with San Lang as his sun, air, water, and Earth.

The third prince returned holding something wrapped in fabric. He seemed suddenly uncertain as he took his seat next to Xie Lian.

“I do not wish to make you uncomfortable, Xie Lian,” the prince began. “However, this was the only thing I can think of to protect you.” Xie Lian did not speak, not at all sure how to respond or what he was supposed to say, so he waited. San Lang opened the package to reveal what could only be described as metal smallclothes with a set of metal rings where a phallus could be trapped. There was a padlocked binding the contraction to shape. The lock was placed at the back so that the wearer or rather so that Xie Lian would not be able to tamper with it.

Xie Lian turned red from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes. He had heard silly stories of jealous lords locking up their ladies in such things, but he had not thought such a thing was real or that they were made for men.

“It’s called a chastity device,” San Lang explained, his voice quiet in the stillness of the room. “I had it lined with a soft material so it won’t hurt your skin and the metal is thin so it won’t show through your clothing even if you only have on a robe. Well, the lock might, but you won’t be going around in just a robe anyway. You can tie ribbons through it and cross them over your shoulders if you find that it pulls at you.” He was talking faster, having seen the horror and panic in the young slave’s eyes and trying to reassure him. He knew he was doing little to nothing to help the situation.

Xie Lian finally found his voice. “Will it hurt?” he asked, finally. It did look like some type of torture contraction. He was suddenly reminded of his prayer to the goddess. It was only right if it did harm him. He had offered up himself in place of the three girls.

“No!” San Lang said, adamantly. “And if you ever feel pain while wearing it, you are to tell me at once.”

Xie Lian nodded along, unable to tear his gaze away from the thing. He almost asked how he was to serve his master while wearing such a thing, but then he saw the hole in the back and he was red all over again.

“I know this is not ideal,” San Lang told him, clearly bothered by the expression on Xie Lian’s face. “But this was the only arrangement I could make with the Emperor that kept you from being mutilated or imprisoned day and night.”

Xie Lian shook himself, trying to get his emotions in check. “Thank you,” he finally managed to say. Suddenly a rather hysterical thought popped into his head and he spoke without thinking. “I believe I can say that I am one of the few people who have had their cock as the topic of conversation by the Emperor of Xian Le.”

The concern on San Lang’s face vanished and his laugh filled the room, warm and full of amusement. “I believe you are right, my ferret. Come now, I will help you put it on.”

Xie Lian’s mouth went dry at the order and he was instantly reminded of the lack of control he had. Thankfully, there was no one else there this time to watch Xie Lian pull open his robe. He expected the prince to grope him or at the very least comment on what now belonged to him, but that did not happen. Instead, San Lang opened the humiliating device and motioned for Xie Lian to step into it.

The slave did as he was directed. Xie Lian allowed himself to close his eyes as the prince pulled the cursed thing into place.

“Is it pinching or hurting?” San Lang asked from where he stood behind Xie Lian.

Xie Lian shook his head. “No.” He jumped at the sound of the padlock clicking into place. He did not look at the device, jerking his robe around his body. He was tying it closed when the prince stepped in front of him. Xie Lian dared to look into his master’s eyes. He did not know what he was expecting to find there, but it was not the slight red in the prince’s cheeks, revealing his embarrassment.

San Lang opened his mouth to speak, but he seemed to think better of it, choosing instead to return to his seat at the table. Xie Lian did not move, unsure if he could. The prince finally seemed to find his words.

“Please, don’t be too angry with me, Xie Lian. I am bound by the rules of the palace and I have already bent them a great deal by doing this,” San Lang said, not looking at the slave.

Xie Lian was surprised. “I am not angry, San Lang.” He paused, not sure how he was supposed to reassure his master. “I am frightened.” He hated to admit it, but it would not take much to figure that out.

San Lang looked up, a sad look in his reddish-brown eyes. “I know. This is a frightening place, but I will do everything I can to protect you. You may come to hate me for it, but I can accept that as long as you are not hurt.”

Xie Lian could not even fathom why someone would care about the feelings of one damaged slave, but if that’s what San Lang wanted to trouble with himself, Xie Lian would do what he could to comply.

The slave forced himself to return to his seat, beside the prince. “Thank you,” he said, quietly. A level of peace slipped over his mind. Given the situation, he was grateful. The prince did not need Xie Lian intact to take his pleasure from the slave’s body. This was far more than any master had ever done for him.

San Lang shook his head, but he said nothing for several long moments. They sat there for some time. It was Xie Lian who finally broke it.

“Where did you get it?” Xie Lian inquired. He was not sure if he was allowed to ask such questions, but he was curious as to who had come up with such an embarrassing thing.

San Lang was suddenly even redder than he had been before. He looked at a corner of the room, away from Xie Lian. “I asked Imperial Concubine He Xuan.”

“Is there anyone here who has not disgusted my genitals?” Xie Lian asked, daring to fake dramatic exasperation.

San Lang laughed, his cheerful smile at least partially returning. “My older brothers thankfully have had nothing to say on the matter as far as I know.”

Xie Lian snorted. “I would hope not.” He was glad he could make San Lang smile. The prince had such sad eyes after all and Xie Lian wanted to see some of that sadness disappear.

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Xie Lian found that after a while he was able to forget about the thing trapping him. It was by no means comfortable, but he had been far more uncomfortable in the past and he was luckier than most slaves who had entered the Palace.

The slave sat comfortably beside his master, who was excited to hear that Xie Lian knew who to read and write.

“I can take you to the library tomorrow,” San Lang said. He started as if he was going to take Xie Lian in his arms once again, but he stopped and continued speaking. “You will have to meet my mother. She loves to read and has a wonderful collection in her palace.”

“Who is your mother?” Xie Lian asked, finding that if he forgot that he was a slave and that his master was a prince, then he would like to be very good friends with the kind, gentle San Lang. The dark voice of doubt whispered in his ear that it would not be long before this version of the prince vanished and was replaced by the cruel master, who demanded more than Xie Lian was willing to give.

“My mother is Ling Wen,” San Lang said, a note of pride in his voice. “She is my father’s Imperial Consort. She will want to meet you soon.”

Xie Lian could only assume with a title like that that Lady Ling Wen was very important indeed. “Do you have many siblings?”

San Lang nodded. “I have four brothers and one sister. First there is Lang Qianqin, then Fu Yao, then me. Next is Nan Feng, then Shi Wudu, and lastly little Ban Yue.”

Xie Lian was surprised at the name. “I know you said she was named after her mother’s country, but I did not think you meant her mother literally named her ‘Ban Yue’.”

San Lang chuckled. “Yes, it was funny when Noble Lady Jian Lan announced the name she had chosen. Father’s advisers were incensed.”

“Will I get to meet Ban Yue?” Xie Lian questioned.

The prince paused before answering. “Yes, but not right away. You should meet her mother first and she will introduce you. I think you’ll like Ban Yue. She’s a sweet girl, but it’s hard for her to smile. I think having someone to talk to, who she does not have to worry about upsetting would be good for her.”

Xie Lian sat, thinking to himself for a long moment, biting at his lip. San Lang noticed and took the young slave’s hand once again.

“What are you thinking about with such a serious expression?” San Lang asked.

“Well, I was thinking, wouldn't it be improper for your slave to be talking to these people? I would not want to embarrass you,” Xie Lian tried to explain. What he truly meant ‘Wouldn’t it be improper for your whore to be talking to the royal family?’. However, he could not bring himself to acknowledge that’s what he was. He would not call himself that while he still had a shadow of pride left. He had assumed that San Lang would keep him locked away, like some dirty little secret, but the prince had talked about Xie Lian meeting Lady Ling Wen, and others.

“Not at all,” San Lang said, his voice adamant. “Legally, you belong to me, but I-” He faltered suddenly, unsure of himself. “Well, I wanted us to get along and enjoy each others’ company. I know you did not choose any of this, but I would like it if you chose to find this place like a home, maybe someday.”

Xie Lian felt something warm fill his chest. He was quick to tamp it down. He could not dare to hope, not yet. Here, he was dressed in next to nothing, his genitals locked up and he was thinking about a future. The only future he would have was as a bed slave and the sooner he stopped pretending things were different the easier his role would be.

“Are you still hungry?” San Lang questioned, rushing on before Xie Lian had to think of an answer.

“No, but thank you,” the slave answered.

“In that case, we should probably get ready for bed. It is late and I am sure you’re tired after…well everything,” the prince said, rising to his feet. He offered a hand to the other young man, who took it.

Xie Lian felt as if a cold bucket of water was dumped over his head. He had more focused on just being pleasant and compliant. Now was the time to fulfill his purpose. The prince led Xie Lian to a small room filled with a beautifully decorated dressing table. There were clothes hanging on the walls. There was jewelry in glass dishes and hanging on hooks. There were also shoes and slippers strewn across. Xie Lian even saw the eyepatch the prince had been wearing the day before.

San Lang pulled Xie Lian over to the dressing table and much to the slave’s surprise, motioned for Xie Lian to sit before a large mirror. He had of course seen the brand before, but that had been in the distorted reflection of water. Now, he could see the brand in all of its horrible scarring. He dropped his eyes in shame. How could the prince stand to look at him, much less hold his hand and feed him. It was no wonder that the guards beat him and the other slaves avoided him.

Xie Lian was jerked out of these thoughts by a soft damp cloth touching his face. He looked up to find the prince washing away the makeup that the eunuchs had taken so much care in putting on him.

“I should be washing your face,” Xie Lian said without thinking. He was the slave after all even if his master was not acting like it yet.

“Nonsense,” San Lang said. “You’ve had a long journey and I am sure you are tired.” The prince’s voice was so earnestly gentle that something warm bloomed in Xie Lian’s chest.

Xie Lian did not try to argue the point. If his master wanted to wash his face, who was Xie Lian to say anything to stop him?

Once all the makeup was gone from Xie Lian’s skin, San Lang washed his own face and changed into a white silk hanfu to sleep in. Xie Lian made a point to look away as the prince removed his clothes.

“Are you comfortable in that?” San Lang asked, glancing at the thin robe Xie Lian was dressed in.

Xie Lian nodded. His focus was on doing whatever the prince wanted. He could not afford to make San Lang. The prince was his whole world now and Xie Lian had to keep that in mind if he was going to survive.

“Then why don’t we go to bed?” San Lang suggested, offering a hand to Xie Lian, who took it.

Xie Lian trailed after the prince, his head down. San Lang led the slave to his bedroom, which was just as messy as his closet. There were scrolls, clothes, and personal items scattered about everywhere. At the other side of the room was a large canopy bed with a mountain of blankets and pillows strown about the large mattress.

Xie Lian was surprised San Lang did not have servants waiting on him hand and foot. The lord and lady he had served before would not bother with putting out the light and they most certainly had beaten those responsible for allowing their rooms to be such a mess. Maybe, San Lang did not like other people poking through his things.

“Go ahead and get into bed. I need to put out the candles,” the prince said.

Xie Lian was suddenly alone. He did not have much time. Could he prepare himself before Hua Cheng got back? No, the prince would know and if Xie Lian did it without San Lang’s permission, the slave would be in trouble.

Instead of trying to figure out what he was supposed to do, Xie Lian did as San Lang had ordered, arranging himself on the bed in a manner that he hoped would if not enticing, would at least be willing.

Xie Lian smelt the smoke from the extinguished candles. There was still a bright lamp burning, casting wild shadows on the thin walls of the room. A moment later, San Lang appeared in the doorway. The image of a predator coming to find its prey flashed through Xie Lian’s mind. He banished that thought at once, instead smiling at Hua Cheng as the prince drew closer.

San Lang lay down beside Xie Lian, who was barely able to contain his shaking. He lay there waiting for some type of contact, but the prince kept his hands to himself.

“Goodnight, Xie Lian. Sleep well,” the prince said, his voice making it clear that he was sleepy. Within twenty minutes San Lang was breathing heavily in the slave’s ear.

Xie Lian lay awake for sometime waiting for… Well for something else, but by the time the night was over half over, he finally decided that San Lang wanted nothing more than a bed warmer, at least for that night. Tomorrow that would probably change, but Xie Lian would deal with that when the time came. For now he was going to enjoy being in a warm soft bed, with a handsome kind man.

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Xie Lian woke with a pair of arms wrapped tightly around him and a hard length pressing into his lower back. It took him a moment to remember whose arms he was in and even longer for him to figure out what was pressed into him. His cheeks turned bright red as embarrassed horror overtook him. The slave buried his face in his hands, hiding from the whole situation.

Xie Lian tried to wiggle away, but that only served to make the prince moan in his sleep. Xie Lian froze, panic building up inside of him. Surely once San Lang awoke he would take Xie Lian, as was his right.

The prince jerked awake. Xie Lian was turned away from the young man, but he knew San Lang was up by the change in his breathing. Xie Lian tried to keep his own breathing slow and even. He was not sure how to deal with this and so he was not going to until he absolutely had to. A pair of soft lips kissing behind his ear had Xie Lian turning to look up at the prince, who had a soft look in his eyes.

“Good morning, my little ferret,” San Lang said. “Did you sleep well?”

Xie Lian nodded, his lips forming a tight line.

The prince’s smile morphed into a confused frown. “What’s wrong, Xie Lian?” Before the slave could answer, realization dawned on Hua Cheng. His hips pulled away from where they had been pressed snuggly against Xie Lian’s. “I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Xie Lian had to swallow before he could answer. “It is alright, San Lang. Would-.” The slave cut himself off. The prince had kissed him. That probably meant he wanted more. Without another word, Xie Lian rolled over so that he was facing San Lang, looking up at his master. He reached down between their bodies and tentatively took the prince in hand through his thin silk humfu.
San Lang let out a gasp. Before Xie Lian could do more, the prince’s hand was on his own and guided the slave’s hand away from his body.

“I do not want you to do that?” San Lang said, his voice suddenly heavy with a cold serious note.

Xie Lian bit his lip in confusion and fear. “But I am supposed to serve you,” he pointed out. He hated how scared his voice sounded. He did not want the prince to think that he was scared of him. That would only put Xie Lian on uncertain ground.

“And you did. Last night, you let me hold you and sleep. That is all I want from you,” the prince answered, simply. “Come on, breakfast should be here soon.”

Without pushing the issue further, Xie Lian followed San Lang into the large room where they had eaten last night. Wanting to do something Xie Lian moved so he was sitting behind the prince and before he could lose his nerve, the slave began untangling Hua Cheng’s long black hair.

“You do not have to do that,” San Lang said, his voice far more relaxed than it had been a few minutes ago.

“I want to,” Xie Lian said and he found that it was true. He liked running his fingers through the prince’s soft hair.

“Stop whenever you want,” San Lang said. It sounded as if he did not mind Xie Lian’s actions at all, so the slave continued.

Xie Lian hummed in acknowledgment, but he did not stop what he was doing. He was however self-conscious when the same maid that had brought them dinner appeared with breakfast. The tray was filled with milk, fried dough sticks, rice porridge, egg dumplings, duck, pudding, and two streaming cups of tea.

Xie Lian could not stop the smile that spread across his face. Of course, he had been fed last night, but he had been too scared to truly enjoy it. Now, he did not have to worry about going to the prince’s bed at the moment.

San Lang and Xie Lian enjoyed their breakfast, chatting all the while. It was probably the best time that Xie Lian had ever remembered having. Once they were done eating, San Lang motioned for Xie Lian to remain sitting in front of the low table.

“There are some things we need to talk about,” the prince said, still sipping his tea.

Xie Lian was suddenly on guard. He was surprised he had gone this long without doing something to upset his master. He prepared himself to be hit or at least yelled at.

“What happened this morning, will not happen again. You are not to touch me and I will not touch you in that manner. I would like to hold you and kiss you and if you wish you may do the same to me, but that is as far as things will go. You are forbidden from touching or lying with anyone and if someone tries to force you or bribe you, you are to come to me at once and report it. Are we clear?” San Lang told his slave.

Xie Lian nodded violently. He would not dream of trying to lie with someone, not when he belonged to the prince. He of course knew what he was. He was a bed slave, but for some reason, San Lang did not want him, not yet anyway. However, to go around showering others with his affection would be a surefire way to get himself punished or killed. There was also the issue of the chastity belt that made it impossible to do anything but give pleasure to others and that was something he would not do without his Master ordering him to. He would very much rather not have to do anything like that.

“Good. Now, let us get dressed. There is a lot we have to do today and you have so many people to meet,” San Lang said, rising to his feet. “I think I have some clothes that you can wear,” he commented, headed for the dressing room.

Xie Lian hesitated but followed nevertheless. “Would it not be inappropriate for me to wear clothes for someone above my station?” he asked.

“Normally, yes, but I have clothes that are not meant for a prince,” San Lang explained. He turned to look down at Xie Lian. “You must not tell anyone this, but you know how you saw me at the temple, with the eyepatch and the plain clothes?”

Xie Lian nodded. “Yes, I was very surprised to find you here.”

“Well, I like to dress up and leave the palace without anyone knowing. It's the only time when I get to do as I please without anyone caring who I am. This is beyond forbidden,” San Lang explained. “If the Emperor found out he would be very upset. He could order me to stay in my rooms as long as he pleased and refused to allow anyone to see me.”

Xie Lian smiled slightly at the knowledge his master was sharing with him. “I will not tell anyone, I promise,” he swore.

“Good! So that is the reason I have clothes that are appropriate for you to wear,” San Lang explained. “They might be a little long for you, but I am sure we could pin it and tie it in place.”
Xie Lian was slightly surprised to find that he enjoyed helping the prince put on his intranet red Dachang robe. They were able to find a simple blue Zhiduo-style hanfu for Xie Lian. It was in fact far too long for Xie Lian. It did not help that the prince was a very tall man, especially when compared to Xie Lian.

“It is alright that it is not perfect. We will have clothes made for you soon enough,” San Lang said, as he carefully pinned the long legs of the ku. “When we go out, follow slightly behind me and to the right. Please keep your eyes down if anyone approaches us and remember to bow at the waist. If it is the Emperor or Empress that approaches, you are to bow on your knees to the floor, but you do not have to worry about that. They are probably still getting ready for the day.”

Once they were both dressed and their hair fixed, San Lang led the way to the front door. There were once again guards waiting outside to walk the prince to the innermost circle of the Forbidden City. They passed lovely gardens and other palaces with closed guards and silent guards. Maids and eunuchs walked by on their way to complete their duties. Each bowed respectfully as San Lang and his procession went by.

Xie Lian was rather surprised to see one of the maids he had come there with. It was the rude one. He had not bothered to learn her name. Now, she was following after an older maid who was explaining the rules to her in a clipped tone of voice. When the rude maid saw Xie Lian, a smug smile spread across her face. Her eyes flickered to the prince and instantly she schooled her expression to a deferential one and bowed. Xie Lian decided that he very much did not like that girl. Before he had been willing to excuse her behavior for fear, but now her situation was largely secure, especially compared to Xie Lian. All she really had to do was work and follow the rules. Xie Lian was still walking on ice, never knowing what misstep would be his downfall. The older maid bowed to San Lang and then smiled up at the young prince. All formality dropped from the woman and San Lang took her small hands in his.

“Good morning, Wu Yingluo,” the prince said, his tone full of fondness. “How are you doing?”

“Well, my prince,” the woman answered. Xie Lian could see the warmth in her eyes when she looked at Hua Cheng.

The prince motioned to Xie Lian to come near. “Wu Yingluo, this is Xie Lian. He is my….” San Lang paused, the tips of his cheeks and the tips of his ears suddenly going a bright red.

Xie Lian bowed slightly to the woman. “I am the prince’s slave, ma’m. It is very nice to meet you.”

Wu Yingluo laughed at the prince’s embarrassment. “Please call me by my name. I used to be Third Prince’s nanny until he got too big to have me kiss him good night and make sure The Aoyin ws not hiding in the shadows.”

“Wu Yingluo!” San Lang cried out, his voice filled with indignation “I was five.”

“Eight,” the woman corrected. She patted San Lang’s hand, completely ignoring his annoyance at her comments. Her attention was fully on Xie Lian. “Welcome to the Forbidden City. I hope you are settling in alright.”

Xie Lian nodded. “Yes, Madam Wu Yingluo. Thank you.”

“Such a polite young man,” the older woman laughed. She sent a telling glance at the maid beside her. “Have you met Ae-Cha?” she asked.

“Yes, we came here together,” Xie Lian answered, tipping his head to the maid, who offered up a small bow in return, but did not speak.

“Well, we had better be going,” Wu Yingluo said. The two women continued on their way after being dismissed by the prince with a nod.

Xie Lian glanced at his master. “You were scared of The Aoyin?” he asked, conversationally. He could not help smiling at the idea of little Hua Cheng. He must have been an adorable child to have grown into a handsome man.

San Lang nodded. “One of my brothers told me about a white ox with four horns and teeth like those of a wolf that liked to eat people. I was terrified,” he said with a light laugh.
“I would imagine so. Did your brother mean to scare you?” Xie Lian questioned.

“Of course, he ended up scaring himself too, so we were even. Plus, I got him back by putting a ton of black pepper in his tea,” San Lang smirked.

Xie Lian laughed. “Were there any more pranks?”

San Lang nodded and launched into a number of stories about him and his brothers tormenting one another.

They reached the Emperor Palace’s library. A guard allowed them inside with a bow. The prince’s guards remained outside.

“You may read what you like. I have some research to do,” San Lang said, pulling an armful of scrolls from their places on the tall shelves. He sat down at a low desk and began reading.
Xie Lian wandered through the library, looking for poetry. He was not sure that San Lang would like to hear him resight poetry, but that was something bed slaves did, so Xie Lian figured he had better start learning some.

Time passed pleasantly enough, until a sound Xie Lian from his reading. He looked up to see Mei Nianqing quietly stepping out from behind a shelf. A smile spread across Xie Lian’s face at the sight of the man.

“What are you doing here?” the slave asked in surprise.

“Hush,” Mei Nianqing ordered in an undertone. “I came to check on you. Are you hurt? Do you need me to treat any injuries?” There was clear concern in his face and voice. “I have some cream that will help with any pain.”

Xie Lian shook his head. “No, I am not hurt.” He turned slightly red in the face. “The prince did not make use of me.” He saw some of the tension leave Mei Nianqing’s shoulders. “He did put something on me,” he started to explain.

Instantly, the Head Eunuch was on guard again. “What is it?” he demanded.

Xie Lian pulled his clothing open with some difficulty, revealing the device. “It is locked on,” he told the man.

Mei Nianqing nodded as he fixed Xie Lian’s clothes. “I cannot say I am surprised. Does it hurt you at all?”

Xie Lian shook his head. “Not at all. That is what San Lang wanted to know too.”

“San Lang?” Mei Nianqing asked.

“He said that is what I am to call him when we are alone,” Xie Lian explained.

Mei Nianqing took a deep breath before he spoke. “I do not wish to take any peace you have found, but do not forget that the prince may change his mind in an instant. He can take anything and everything from you.”

“I will not forget, Mei Nianqing. I think he just wants someone to be friends with. I would like to be his friend if he would have me,” Xie Lian tried to explain. He did not mention the state San Lang had woken up in that morning or the fact that the prince had kissed him. That felt rather private.

Mei Nianqing gave him a kind smile. “I hope so. We all need someone we can call our friend. However, if something happens and things change I will help you.”

“Trying to steal away my beloved’s heart?” a voice asked suddenly, interrupting the two men.

Xie Lian snapped up to see San Lang leaning against a shelf, studying them with a smile on his face. Mei Nianqing was instantly on his knees before the prince.

“Forgive me, Prince Hua Cheng. I forgot my place,” the man tried to explain.

Xie Lian was reminded of the man’s place. Mei Nianqing was the Head Eunuch over all of the Forbidden City, but he walked the same dangerous line as everyone else.

“Tell me, Mei Nianqing, who told you to see to my slave?” San Lang demanded. There was something cold and dangerous about him that had not been there before.

Mei Nianqing bowed his head, low to the floor. “No one, my prince,” he answered.

“Then why are you here?” San Lang questioned.

“I was worried he might be hurt, my prince,” the man answered.

“And what concern is that to you? Why should you care what I do with what is mine?” Hua Cheng snapped.

Xie Lian stared up at the man, with wide eyes. Where was the easy-going San Lang who offered protection and happy smiles? Was this the real master? The one who was to be feared and placated.
Mei Nianqing was silent for a long moment before daring to speak. “He looks like my dead child, my prince. I could no more see him hurt than I could see my own son in pain.”

“Look at me,” San Lang ordered. The cold edge was still in his voice. “You know I can have you beat for going over my head like this?”

“Yes, my prince,” Mei Nianqing answered. He was resigned to whatever his punishment was.

“And yet you would still help Xie Lian?” San Lang asked.

The eunuch nodded. “Yes, my prince.”

San Lang strode forward and sat down in front of the Head Eunuch. “I am sorry for being harsh, Mei Nianqing,” the prince said, his voice suddenly soft and full of remorse. “I thought someone was trying to get to me through Xie Lian.”

The tension bled away from Xie Lian’s shoulders and he was able to take a full breath again.

Mei Nianqing raised his head in surprise, daring to meet Hua Cheng’s face. “I would not do such a thing, my prince.”

“I know my father trusts you and that you are loyal to him. However, I am not my father and I would not presume how far that loyalty stretches,” San Lang explained. He turned his attention to Xie Lian to find a pale face and large eyes staring at him. “Are you frightened, my butterfly?” he asked, gently.

Xie Lian nodded before he could think.

San Lang opened his arms and took Xe Lian into his lap without hesitating. “I am sorry for scaring you. Trusting someone in this place is the same as taking your life in your hands.” His attention was back on Mei Nianqing. “Would you continue to check on Xie Lian? I worry that if he needs something he might not tell me.”

“Of course, my prince,” the man answered, with a tilt of his head.

“He is too good for this place,” San Lang said more to himself than the eunuch, who had still not moved. He refocused on Mei Nianqing. “Whenever you can spare the time or feel like it, you are welcome to come visit Xie Lian in my palace.”

Mei Nianqing was clearly surprised at the sudden turn of events. “Thank you, my prince. I must be getting back to my duties.” The man bowed respectfully and slipped out of the library.
Xie Lian was still wrapped up in his master’s arms. He wriggled around until he was able to look up into San Lang’s eyes. The soft expression that Xie Lian was beginning to find quite nice was back on the prince’s face.

San Lang looked down at the young slave. “I am sorry for scaring you.”

Xie Lian shook his head. “Do not be. I never thought that someone would be trying to hurt you by using me.”

“It would be very easy to go to an abused slave, offer them freedom from a cruel master in exchange for causing a little accident or slipping something into their food,” San Lang explained. “Mei Nianqing would never act against my father, but if my death was ordered by the Emperor, Mei Nianqing would see it done.”

Xie Lian stiffened in the prince’s arms. “But that was not what he was trying to do, right?” he asked, looking for some reassurance.

“No, I doubt very much he would use you like that,” San Lang explained.

“No, I mean, your father does not want you dead, does he?” Xie Lian questioned. He did not want San Lang dead. He very much liked the prince and would hate to see anything happen to the young man.

“Not at all,” San Lang answered, clearly surprised by the source of Xie Lian’s concern. “However, if I was to betray him, he would have no choice but to kill me. I thought Mei Nianqing might be trying to lay the groundwork for such a plot if I ever needed to be removed.”

“Oh,” Xie Lian muttered, quietly. “You are not going to betray the Emperor, right?” he asked next.

A smile pulled at the corner of San Lang’s mouth. “No, Xie Lian. I happen to think my father is a very good Emperor and I have no interest in power. One of my brothers will sit on the throne next. I think I would make a good advisor or something along those lines, but I would not sit on the throne. It is a yoke around someone’s neck and I do not want to have a bent back,” the prince explained. “Now, come on. Let’s take these scrolls back to our- my rooms. Then we can visit my mother.”

Xie Lian could not help but smile at the implication that San Lang was beginning to think of the prince’s home as being their home. It would be nice to belong somewhere instead of belonging to someone for the first time in his life.

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Xie Lian followed after San Lang as they headed towards Imperial Consort Ling Wen’s palace. Servants were everywhere, running about to complete their work. They all looked rather tired. The prince noticed Xie Lian’s open concern for the worn-out servants.

“My mother has a great many responsibilities when it comes to running the Forbidden City. She oversees the kitchens, the sawing department, the maintenance department, and she is in charge of paying out wages to the maids and eunuchs,” San Lang explained.

Xie Lian raised his eyebrows. “Wouldn't it make more sense to divide those jobs up among others?”

San Lang sighed. “It would, but the fact of the matter is that my mother is very good at managing all of it. Empress Huanghou has her own responsibilities and my father does not trust Imperial Noble Consort Xuan Ji. There is the lady under my mother, Consort Jian Lan, but she is from Banyua, and if my father tried to put her in charge of anything his advisors would lose their little minds. No one easy in the harem has a high enough rank to be allowed to handle such matters, so it falls to my mother.”

“That is unfortunate for Imperial Consort Ling Wen,” Xie Lian sympathized.

“It is, but my mother also enjoys her work. It gives her purpose that many members of the harem find lacking in their lives,” San Lang explained. “Having your whole life being about having children and being pleasant can be damaging.”

Xie Lian wondered if the prince thought that about his slave’s life or if it was different because Xie Lian could not even give San Lang children. Maybe someday, San Lang would find a lovely princess or noble lady, who could give him children. Xie Lian could imagine that any noble lady would not want her husband’s bed slave hanging about and would have Xie Lian put out of the Forbidden City.

San Lang was allowed into his mother’s office and instantly Xie Lian knew where the third prince had gotten his personal habits from. The room was a complete mess. Two servants were desperately trying to clean the chaos, but the Imperial Consort kept waving them away.

“I know where everything is and if you move it I shall not be able to find anything,” the woman said, a serene note to her voice. She noticed San Lang and a pleasant smile spread across her face. She motioned him over to her desk. “Hua Cheng, good morning. Please, sit. Tea will be here in a moment.” Her eyes fell on Xie Lian and the slave felt as if she was staring into his soul. “So you are the one that caught my son’s eye.”

Xie Lian bowed, low. “It is an honor to meet you, Imperial Consort Ling Wen,” he said, his eyes on the floor.

“What is your name?” the woman asked, her gaze fixed on the top of the slave’s head.

“Xie Lian, ma’am,” he answered. He could only hope that he was not making a complete fool of himself before the Imperial Consort.

The woman turned her attention back to her son. “You know how I feel about slaves, San Lang,” she said, some of the calmness leaving her voice. Xie Lian did not like the sound of that. The Imperial Consort could order her son to get rid of Xie Lian and it would be highly disrespectful for San Lang to go against her wishes.

“If someone is a slave already and you take them in to protect them, how is that wrong?” San Lang said. Xie Lian glanced at his master in confusion. What did that have to do with Ling Wen not liking slaves?

Ling Wen sighed. “I understand, my child, but please be careful.”

Xie Lian found that he was even more lost than ever, but he quickly put such thoughts out of his mind. It was none of his concern what anyone thought about him. His only concern was following his master’s orders and not doing anything that could harm the Third Prince.

A maid entered the room with tea and instantly some of the tension left the Imperial Consort’s shoulders.

“I think now is a perfect time for a break,” the woman said, moving her paperwork to one side of her desk. The mother and son talked peacefully for some time. Xie Lian was able to fade into the background, glad that he was no longer the topic of conversation.

“There will be a feast next week,” Ling Wen told San Lang.

The prince seemed surprised. “What’s the occasion?” It was not common knowledge, but the Emperor did not care for events that called for an obnoxious amount of grander or ceremony. He found them to be a waste of time and expense.

“General Quan Yizhen is being promoted and your father wishes to honor him,” Ling Wen answered.

“I did not know General Quan Yizhen was returning from the west,” San Lang commented.

“Well, if you attended your father’s morning meets once in a while you would know what was going on in the palace,” Ling Wen told her son with slightly raised eyebrows.

San Lang flashed a smile. “But then you wouldn’t get to tell me about what you’re doing,” he pointed with a joking note to his voice.

“That excuse won’t keep you out of those meetings forever,” the woman told him. “You are allowed to bring a guest with you to the party,” Ling Wen told him, going back to the previous subject.

“I would like to bring Xie Lian,” San Lang answered instantly.

Xie Lian jerked his head up to look at the prince. He very much did not want to go to any feast, especially not one where Emperor Jun Wu would be. The last thing he wanted was to make a fool of himself or do something that would cause problems for San Lang.

Ling Wen turned her gaze to the young slave. “Would you like that, Xie Lian?”

Xie Lian did most certainly want that, but San Lang had already made it clear what he wanted. He could not go against his master, especially after San Lang had been so kind to him. “If I might be told how to behave, it would be helpful,” Xie Lian answered, keeping his feelings to himself.

“Of course. I can have one of my attendants inform you of what is expected,” Ling Wen told him. “However, that did not answer my question.”

Xie Lian withered slightly under Imperial Consort Ling Wen’s eyes. Why did it matter how he felt? It might be interesting to see a royal feast if he did not have to worry about messing. “I would like to go,” he told her finally.

Ling Wen nodded. “I will have some clothes ordered for you.”

“He actually needs a full wardrobe,” San Lang cut in. “Xie Lian didn’t bring any clothes with him when he got here.”

“I will see to it,” the Imperial Consort said.

Xie Lian was suddenly anxious at the idea of adding to the Imperial Consort’s responsibilities. “I don’t mean to trouble you, Ma’am,” he said, quietly.

“Nonsense,” Ling Wen answered. “If I let my son pick out your clothes you would look like a creature that escaped from the inside of a diamond. San Lang is a sweet boy, but he has no taste or sense.”

San Lang looked at his mother in horror. “That is not true. I picked out my own clothes today,” he said, motioning to his hanfu.

The Imperial Consort padded his hand in mock sadness. “I know, dear.”

San Lang snorted. “I have wonderful taste.”

Ling Wen totally ignored her son’s comment, instead looking at Xie Lian. “What kind of clothes do you like, Xie Lian?”

The slave did not know what the Imperial Consort continued asking for Xie Lian’s option, but he figured it was better to just answer her as best as he could. “I have always worn simple clothing and I would like to continue doing so.”

“Very well,” Ling Wen answered, signaling to a servant to see to it.

“Cannot he have at least one set of clothing that is more extravagant?” the prince asked. He sounded like a child asking for an extra cookie.

Xie Lian saw the fond smile that pulled at the lady’s red-painted lips. “You may pick out something, but I expect you to take into consideration Xie Lian’s feelings on the matter, and please remember to follow the rules on what material you are allowed to use. If your companion is seen running around in dragon robes or any silk, it will be unpleasant for both of you.”

The prince laughed. “I am not a fool, Mother. I will follow the rules, promise.” He turned to Xie Lian, an excited look in his eyes. “Come, let’s go to the sewing department and have something made up for you.” Xie Lian was pulled to his feet by San Lang’s strong hand on his arm.

Xie Lian bowed to his master’s mother. “Thank you for arranging for me to have clothing made for me, Imperial Consort Ling Wen.” He could barely get the words out as San Lang dragged him along. The prince waved goodbye to Ling Wen, who did not seem the least bit surprised at her son’s sudden wish to depart. Xie Lian got the feeling that Prince Hua Cheng was easily distracted and not one to sit still for long.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Xie Lian,” Ling Wen called after them.

San Lang was already chattering about the different types of clothing they could have made for Xie Lian. As they left Ling Wen’s palace, San Lang’s party came upon a group of guards carrying an ornate litter. Sitting atop the litter was a shockingly beautiful woman. Her face had an oval shape and high-arched eyebrows. Her hair was long and intricately arranged with pins and flowers. Her nails were long and painted blood red. There was a cold light in her dark eyes that Xie Lian found frightening. There was something not right about her. She was dangerous.

San Lang bowed to her and Xie Lian was quick to do the same. She did not deign to look at them as her litter passed. Xie Lian noted the sneering look on his master’s face that he sent at the woman’s back.

“Who was that?” Xie Lian asked as they continued on.

“That is Imperial Noble Consort Xuan Ji,” San Lang answered. The dislike in his voice was clear for everyone to hear. Xie Lian was surprised at how willing the prince was to act in such a manner about one of his father’s wives. “Avoid her,” he ordered.

Xie Lian nodded. “I will.” He wanted to ask questions, but he did not think that would be appropriate at all.

“She is the mother to Nan Feng, the Fourth Prince,” San Lang explained. “He is a good brother to me and the others, but I would not trust Xuan Ji. She steps on everyone to get ahead.”

“Why did your father marry her?” Xie Lian asked before he could think to stop himself. “Sorry, that was rude of me.”

“Don’t be sorry. I wondered that for years,” San Lang laughed. “When my father was crowned emperor, he married Empress Huanghou. Shortly after that clans sent their noble daughters to the Forbidden City to be chosen for the harem. Imperial Noble Consort Xuan Ji, my mother, Consort Shi Qingxuan, and Noble Lady Jian Lan were all chosen. My father picked them for a number of different reasons. With Jian Lan, he was trying to form a better relationship with Banyue. When it came to Shi Qingxuan, he liked how carefree and happy she was. As for my mother, he saw her intelligence and initiative. Lastly, with Xuan Ji, he was enamored with her beauty.”

Xie Lian was desperately trying to keep up with all of the names and titles but it was quickly becoming overwhelming. “Does your father have any more consorts?” He hoped not. He did not want to have to keep track of any more people.

San Lang nodded. “Yes, there is First Class Female Attendant Yushi Huang. She is the mother of the second prince, Fu Yao. There is also a Second Class Female Attendant, but she has just arrived and I have not met her yet.”

“How do you remember them all?” Xie Lian questioned. His head was beginning to ache.

“It is different when you grow up and live with them,” San Lang shrugged. “I get along pretty well with everyone but Xuan Ji. She had one of her maids beaten to death for slipping hot soup on her.” A dark look filled the prince’s eyes. “She claimed the girl was trying to attack her.”

Xie Lian’s stomach rolled at the thought. He was instantly aware that San Lang could order the same thing done to him and he would not need a reason. He had already done more than enough to have earned himself a whipping. However, Prince Hua Cheng did not seem very inclined towards violence. Xie Lian would rather be punished through starvation or being left outside in the cold. Maybe, once San Lang did have to punish him, Xie Lian could ask to be chastised in one of those ways instead. He would not even complain if it meant that his master would forgive him and continue being so kind to him. He could put up with anything if San Lang continued smiling at him as if he mattered.

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Xie Lian was lost in the rose of beautiful fabric that filled the sewing department. He wished he could touch them, but he was sure that would only end with him getting into trouble. He had never seen silk until he came to the palace and he did not want to risk even touching it. He did not know what the consequences were and he most certainly did not want to find out.

Xie Lian could hear his master’s voice in some other corner of the department. The prince was loudly listing off what he wanted for a beautiful paofu robe with intricate embroidered designs, a red bright zhongyi, and soft slippers made from the nicest material they had. Xie Lian smiled to himself. He should be trying to stop his master from going to such an expense for him, but he had a feeling he would not get very far if he tried. It was better to let San Lang make the

San Lang’s head appeared around a tall shelf. Instantly, his beaming smile overtook his features. “Did you find anything you like, Xie Lian?” he asked.

“It is all so lovely, San Lang,” the slave said. He had never seen so much beauty.

“Come see what the seamstresses are working on,” San Lang said, motioning for Xie Lian to follow him.

The prince led the way to several rows of tables where young women were working away on embroidery. Their heads were down and their eyes on the work that could take months to complete a single piece. Xie Lian dared to peer over one girl's shoulder to see a lovely set of peacocks seated on branches filled with tiny pink flowers.

“It’s amazing,” he muttered.

The girl turned to look at him, her neck cracking loudly from the sudden movement. She smiled. “Thank you,” she said. Her eyes landed on San Lang and she bowed her head. “Forgive me, Prince Hua Cheng. I did not see you.”

“There is nothing to forgive. I just wanted my slave, Xie Lian, to see your work,” San Lang explained. “What will it be when you are finished?”

“It is a hanfu for Princess Ban Yue,” the young woman explained.

At that moment San Lang was called away by the lady who he had given the instructions for regarding Xie Lian’s clothes.

“What is your name?” Xie Lian asked, his voice quiet so as not to disturb the other women working all around them.

“I am Zhu Yu,” the young lady answered. She glanced behind him at San Lang. “Do you really belong to the Third Prince?” she questioned, her voice full of curiosity.

Xie Lian was deeply put off by the girl’s question, but he kept his discomfort from showing. “Yes, I do.” He was sure she had not meant anything by her words, but he did not want to be reminded of his position.

“Prince Hua Cheng is so handsome. I got to sew his clothes for the last Winter Solstice Festival,” Zhu Yu told Xie Lian with clear pride in her eyes.
Xie Lian would much rather talk about San Lang’s Winter Solstice robes than the fact that he was the prince’s slave, so he spent the next few minutes encouraging the young woman to talk about her work. Finally, San Lang returned to his side.

“It will be a while before the more detailed robes are ready, but you should have your own things within a few days,” San Lang told Xie Lian.

Xie Lian could not help but be excited at the idea of having clothes that were all his own and not just rags that he had picked up here and there. San Lang was rushing off again, this time promising to take Xie Lian to meet the two older princes. Xie Lian waved farewell to Zhu Yu with a smile. She was a nice enough girl, but Xie Lian found that he did not like the way she talked. She needed to learn to watch her tongue or at least be a little more tactful. Xie Lian knew he was hardly one to judge when it came to such matters. Maybe if Zhu Yu had not said anything about him being a slave, he would not have minded her at all.

As they were leaving the building, Xie Lian saw a familiar figure headed towards them. It was Pei Xiu. When his eyes landed on San Lang, he increased his speed reaching them in a matter of moments. The young man bowed.

“Your orders have been carried out, my prince,” Pei Xiu said shortly.

Xie Lian glanced at San Lang. When had the prince given his royal attendant any orders? Xie Lian had not left his master’s side since he had been brought to him.

A dark look was lurking in San Lang’s reddish-brown eyes. “Thank you, Pei Xiu.”

Pei Xiu bowed and disappeared.

Xie Lian was silent for a while as they continued walking. “May I ask you a question, San Lang?” he said, his tone cautious.

The third prince looked down at him, his bright smile hiding any trace of that darkness. “Of course, my Butterfly.”

“What order did you attendant to do?” Xie Lian asked. He was watching carefully for any sign of anger or annoyance, but instead, San Lang became serious.

“I had the men that brought you here beaten,” the prince answered with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Xie Lian stopped in his tracks, causing one of the guards behind him to nearly trip over him. San Lang turned around to find his companion standing frozen in the middle of the stone path. Instantly, he was back at Xie Lian’s side.

“What’s wrong?” San Lang asked, taking Xie Lian’s hand in his own larger one. He found the skin icy cold. “Xie Lian?” he said gently, encouraging the young man to speak.

“Why did you have them beaten?” Xie Lian asked, finally finding his words.

“Because they hurt you,” San Lang answered, simply. “Anyone who hurts you has to be punished.”

Xie Lian shook his head. “But they were following orders.”

San Lang pulled Xie Lian to his side and continued walking until they came to a little garden. The trees had long ago dropped their leaves and there was a thin layer of frost covering the group. San Lang sat down on a stone bench and motioned for the slave to sit beside him. Once Xie Lian was seated, San Lang spoke again.

“I will not allow anyone to get away with hurting you, Xie Lian. Those men were ordered to bring you to the Forbidden City, nothing more, and even if they had been ordered to beat you, once they were away from their masters there was no reason to do it. No one was there to make sure they did it,” San Lang explained.

“Are they alright though?” Xie Lian asked.

San Lang ran a hand through Xie Lian’s long hair. “You are too sweet, but yes they are alright. They believe they were attacked by thieves, who, finding nothing worth stealing, went on their way.”
Xie Lian shook his head. “I am not sweet at all, San Lang.”

“Then why do you care what happens to men you should hate?” San Lang demanded.

Xie Lian dropped his eyes. “Well, they have families.”

San Lang only smiled brighter. “You truly are too good for me, Xie Lian.” There was that sad note in his voice once again.

“When did you give the order?” Xie Lian asked. “We did not even see Pei Xiu this morning.”

“Last night before you were brought to me,” San Lang answered. “It was better that it did not happen too close to the palace.”

Xie Lian nodded. Well, that explained that. He was surprised that after only meeting him for a few moments at a little abandoned temple the young man was so determined to avenge him. What had he done to warrant such a guardian? Maybe karma from a past life?

“Are you alright now?” San Lang questioned, still clutching the young slave’s callused hand.

Xie Lian managed to nod. “Yes, just surprised.” He tried to explain, but the words fell flat.

“Well, you shall have to get used to me wanting to protect you, my love,” San Lang muttered quietly.

Xie Lian looked up at his master. “That’s the second time you have called me that.”

A playful smile pulled at the prince’s lovely features. “Is it now?”

Xie Lian nodded. “Yes, it is. You called me your beloved at the library,” he pointed out.

“Does that bother you, dear one?” San Lang asked. His voice was still playful, but Xie Lian could see there was something serious and hopeful hiding behind that smile.

“No, San Lang, but no one has ever called me things like that and I am not at all sure how to respond,” Xie Lian explained to his master. He was expecting to be laughed at, but instead, San Lang kissed the top of Xie Lian’s rough hand.

“You do not have to respond, Xie Lian. It is enough that you know how important you are to me,” the prince explained. “Maybe someday you will know how you want to answer, but until then I shall make sure you know.”

Xie Lian felt something flutter in his chest. It was different from the nervous panic he had felt before. This was much warmer and spread to his face.

“Do you want to go back to our rooms or would you like to continue meeting people and seeing the palace?” San Lang asked, moving on.

Xie Lian could not help but bite his lip nervously. “If it would be alright, I would like to go back.” He was bone tired. He had not slept much last night and the morning proved stressful. If he truly had a choice in the matter, he would like to go back to San Lang’s palace.

“Alright,” San Lang said, pulling Xie Lian gently to his feet. “I think a quiet afternoon with a hot drink is in order.”

Xie Lian could not agree more. He could not remember the last time that he had just sat around doing nothing in the middle of the day, but he could not bring himself to feel guilty. A deep pain was building in the back of his head and there was an unpleasant tightness in his chest. He suspected that he might be coming down with something, but he could be wrong. He had not been sick in some time. Slaves could not afford to be sick and even if they were, the work was not going to do itself.

San Lang did not let go of Xie Lian’s hand as they left the little garden. Xie Lian found that he was excited to see it in the spring when new life would overtake the peaceful place. He was sure it would be lovely.

Later that afternoon Xie Lian drifted off to sleep, leaning against San Lang. The teacup he had been holding would have slipped from his fingers and broken on the floor if the prince had not carefully removed it from his loose grip and placed it on the table.

This meant that Xie Lian was unaware as he was carried to bed by the prince and he missed the way San Lang pulled the blankets up around his shoulders he most certainly did not see how the prince knelt beside the bed on the floor to get a better look at Xie Lian’s sleeping features, before planning a soft kiss on his forehead.

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Xie Lian drifted back to consciousness, deeply aware of the pain in his head, the tightness in his chest and now there was a tickle in the back of his throat. He could hear soft voices coming from the next room. Sitting up made Xie Lian aware of the deep ache in his muscles. He looked around, surprised to find himself in San Lang’s bed. He did not remember getting into bed. Xie Lian hoped he had asked permission before doing something so bold.

It took him a few moments to get to his feet, but once he finally did Xie Lian swayed dangerously. He steadied himself before walking towards the doorway. He slipped it open to find his master sitting across from a young man dressed in dark rich clothing. There was a sharp intelligence in his eyes. His face was framed by light brown hair.

Xie Lian bowed. He was scared that he was going to tumble forward with the action, but thankfully that did not happen.

“Come sit with us, Xie Lian,” Hua Cheng said, his voice light. “This is my older brother and the second prince, Fu Yao.”

“Hello,” Xie Lian said, his voice sounding slow in his own ears. He shook himself. That was not an appropriate response to meeting a prince. “It is an honor to meet you, your highness.” Xie Lian sat beside his master, his head fuzzy.

“Hello, Xie Lian,” Fu Yao said, his eyebrows slightly raised. “My brother has spoken well of you.”

San Lang pulled the slave close to him and Xie Lian found himself leaning heavily upon the young man. “He is a good master,” Xie Lian told the older prince. That felt like the correct thing to say. There was a shining light at the edges of his vision, making the world look strange.

San Lang looked down at Xie Lian, with a small frown. “Are you alright, little ferret?”

Xie Lian nodded, his eyes sliding closed. He wanted to go back to sleep for a little while longer. San Lang would not mind, right? He had not minded anything Xie Lian had done so far. A cold hand on his forehead jerked Xie Lian out of such thoughts.

“You’re burning up!” San Lang said, concern filling his voice. “Xie Lian, how long have you been feeling poorly?”

Xie Lian shrugged. “My chest was tight when we were talking in the garden. It was cold,” he said simply. “Now, I am freezing. Is there a window open?”

San Lang’s hand was gone. “You are burning up.” The prince turned to his brother. “Will you stay here while I go to the doctor?”

Xie Lian whined loudly at the sudden loss of San Lang’s warmth. He reached out for the prince, but he was already gone.

“Wait! San Lang, come back here!” Fu Yao called, but there was no response. The second prince looked back at the slave with his half-open hanfu and shivering form curled up on the floor. He frowned, totally unsure of what he was supposed to do. He had never dealt with a sick person before, not even for a few moments. “Would you like some tea, some water perhaps?” he offered. Never had he felt so helpless in his whole life.

Xie Lian shook his head. The idea of trying to drink anything sounded unpleasant. “Thank you, but I do not think I could, your highness.” He looked up at the second prince, studying his face. “You do not look much like San Lang,” he said after a long moment.

Fu Yao could not help but be amused by the slave. “Does my brother know you call him by his nickname?”

Xie Lian nodded. “He told me to. I tried to call him ‘master’, but he did not like that.” He frowned. “What should I call you, your highness?”

“I suppose ‘Fu Yao’ would be alright here, but I would not advise that in public. When you see me about the Forbidden City, ‘your highness’ or ‘Prince Fu Yao’ will have to do,” the second prince said, smiling ever so slightly. He could see why his brother had become so taken with this slave in such a short period of time. The boy was sweet in an earnestly genuine fashion that was a breath of fresh air in the palace.

“That is nice of you. You can call me ‘Xie Lian’ if you like.” The slave bit his lip, a troublesome thought drifting through his mind. “My last master called me ‘dumb shit’ or ‘disgusting pervert’.”
“Why did he call you a pervert?” Fu Yao asked. He really wished his brother would come back. He was not at all equipped to handle this.

“He caught me holding hands with another slave boy,” Xie Lian said with a sad smile. “I thought I loved him, but it has been so long that I do not even remember his name. We never did more than hold hands.”

“So you like men?” Fu Yao asked, keeping his voice light. He was sure San Lang would be happy to hear that.

Xie Lian nodded. He looked up at the second prince. “Are you going to call me a ‘pervert’ too?” he asked.

“No,” Fu Yao told the slave a note of finality to his voice. He did not want to explain such things to a half-delirious slave in the middle of the night. Where the hell was San Lang?

At that moment, San Lang came rushing back into the room, dragging a very irritated doctor with him. The man looked as if he had been pulled from bed without time to dress properly.

“He’s sick,” San Lang explained, pulling Xie Lian close to him once again.

Xie Lian clung to his master, desperate for warmth.

The doctor knelt on the mat beside the sick young man. Without a word, he took Xie Lian’s wrist in his hand, checking his pulse. The doctor moved on to check Xie Lian’s forehead. He asked about the slave’s symptoms and nodded as Xie Lian listed off the facts about his illness.

“You should not have gone out in the cold,” the doctor chided, as he opened his bag. He began mixing several herbs into a fine powder. He then divided the powder up to several portions that were folded up into slips of thin paper. The doctor passed them over to the prince. “Your slave needs to mix this in tea or broth and drink it twice a day until he is better.”

San Lang nodded. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“Of course, your majesty.” His tone made it clear that he had had no choice in how fast he had come there. “Good night, Prince Hua Cheng, Prince Fu Yao.” With that, the doctor disappeared out the door and into the dark night.

“Come on, Xie Lian,” San Lang said, gently. He shook the small man’s shoulder until his glazed eyes opened and he focused on the prince. “You need to take your medicine.” As he spoke, San Lang mixed the strong-smelling stuff into a cup of tea that had been cooling on the table.

Xie Lian instinctively guided the cup to his lips as San Lang held him up for him. However, as soon as the young slave tasted it, he pulled back his nose wrinkling in disgust. “What is that?” he asked, clearly not pleased with it.

“I am sure it is the licorice root. It does taste bad, but it will help you,” San Lang told him. “I am sorry I took you out in the cold. I did not think you would get sick.”

Xie Lian shook his head. “I slept outside in a box before. I almost never got sick.”

“Here, you need to drink the rest of your medicine,” San Lang ordered. He did not want to think about Xie Lian being forced to sleep outside in the cold. He turned his attention to his older brother. “Thank you for staying with him.”

“Of course,” Fu Yao said. “You should ask him about his beloved.”

Xie Lian practically choked on his tea. “Fu Yao!” He turned to San Lang. “I do not have a beloved. I never did. It was a silly childhood crush.”

“Xie Lian, calm down. I am not so foolish to believe that you did not have a life before you came here, nor do I expect you to forget that life or those you love,” San Lang said, gently. He tried to get Xie Lian’s focus back on the tea, but the slave pushed his medicine away.

“But I like you, San Lang,” Xie Lian admitted, his voice leaning towards hysteria.

San Lang raised his eyebrows. “Hush now. You’re sick. Finish your medicine.”

Xie Lian wanted to argue, but San Lang forced the cup back to his lips.

“Now, you should go back to bed,” San Lang said, pulling the sick boy to his feet.

“Please, San Lang. I promise there is no one else,” Xie Lian told him desperately. He turned to the older prince. “Please, Fu Yao, tell him.”

Fu Yao rose to his feet. “I did not mean to upset you, Xie Lian. I spoke in jest. I will explain things to San Lang if you will go to bed.”

Xie Lian relented. “Alright.” He allowed himself to be taken back to San Lang’s room and tucked into bed.

“Sleep,” San Lang said, running his fingers through Xie Lian’s hair. “Everything is alright. All you have to do is rest.”

Xie Lian kept his eyes on San Lang until the bedroom door slid closed. He tried to stay away, but the soft sound of Fu Yao speaking to San Lang lulled him into a peaceful sleep.

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Xie Lian awoke feeling slightly less confused. However, something was wrong. His master was not beside him. Instead, the prince was kneeling beside the bed, sleeping soundly. His neck was cocked at a painful angle.

Xie Lian hesitated before slowly reaching out to touch the prince’s shoulder lightly. Instantly San Lang’s eyes snapped open and he sat upright. A groan of pain escaped him. The prince rubbed at his neck, a rueful smile spreading across his face.

“I guess I am getting a bit old to be sleeping on the floor,” San Lang said.

Xie Lian sat up and slid out of the bed in one fluid motion. “I am sorry for taking your bed, San Lang. Please forgive me.” He remembered some of last night, but it was fuzzy.

“Don’t apologize. I could have laid down with you,” San Lang said, taking the slave’s hand into his own. The prince seemed to like holding hands. Xie Lian did not mind. He rather liked that San Lang wanted to touch him in such an innocent and sweet manner. “How do you feel?”

“Better than last night,” Xie Lian told his master. He still did not feel like he normally did, but he was far from the mess he had been yesterday. He wanted to ask if Prince Fu Yao had explained that Xie Lian had not laid with anyone, ever. He figured he had better do it soon before San Lang felt the need to remove Xie Lian from his side.

“Good,” San Lang said, happily. He guided Xie Lian to his feet. “You have to have your medicine and then I have to leave you for a bit. My father wishes to speak with my brothers and me.”

Xie Lian nodded. He found that he loved sitting across from San Lang eating breakfast and drinking his medicine. It was peaceful in a way that he had never experienced. He felt like a lord. He did not chastise himself for such a thought this time. He of course would never voice such an insolent thing, but he could still quietly enjoy his own musings.

“I would like you to rest while I am done,” San Lang instructed as he got ready to see the Emperor. “The doctor said to stay warm, so please do not go outside.”

Xie Lian had never thought of doing something like that without his master’s permission. He almost voiced that fact, but he closed his mouth. He got the feeling that San Lang would feel bad if Xie Lian told him that. The prince was a good master, but he made a poor slave owner. Despite how it sounded, those two things were very different. Slave owners were meant to be feared and groveled before. A good master did not want that and San Lang clearly did not want Xie Lian to do that.

“I’ll be waiting here,” Xie Lian promised. Maybe he would go back to bed and read one of the scrolls San Lang had laying about. That sounded like a pleasant way to spend the morning.

“If you need anything, there will be a guard at the door. He has been ordered to help you,” San Lang called from his closet.

Xie Lian smiled. Hua Cheng was probably the most thoughtful person in the whole country. He rose to his feet and walked on silent feet to the closet. There he watched as San Lang hung a heavy gold necklace around his neck. The prince wore a silk red and black hanfu. His hair was tied back in a neat, but simple ponytail. “You look lovely,” he said, his voice quiet from shyness.

San Lang turned, a dazzling smile lighting up his features. He strode across the room and took Xie Lian in his arms. “Thank you, dear one.” He planted a kiss on Xie Lian’s forehead and with that, the prince was gone.

‘Dear one’? No one had ever called Xie Lian that. Come to think of it, no one had ever called him any of the things Hua Cheng seemed to like to call him. Xie Lian had never thought of himself as being dear to someone. He rather liked being ‘dear one’, ‘little ferret’, or ‘my butterfly’. It made him feel important and possibly even loved. Xie Lian caught sight of himself in the large mirror, his brand prominently announcing itself on the skin of his neck. How could San Lang kiss him or call him ‘dear one’ when that was there for all to see? Prince Hua Cheng should have a beautiful unscared slave to be sweet to, not Xie Lian.

Xie Lian snapped his mind shut on that thought. He was going to be a good slave for San Lang. He would make sure the prince kept liking him and calling him nice names. He got to work, cleaning up the mess that San Lang had clearly not allowed anyone to touch in some time. It was a wonder the rooms of the prince’s palace were allowed to get to this state. Xie Lian started with the clothes and costumes, organizing them by what was meant for court and what Hua Cheng used for going out of the Forbidden City. One of the costumes made Xie Lian blush wildly. It was the clothes of a male prostitute with bright colors and a skimpy style. Xie Lian was quick to put it away. Thankfully, that was the only thing that made the young slave uncomfortable.

Xie Lian finished the closet and moved on to the bedroom. He had just finished making the bed when a sound drew his attention back to the sitting area. The slave opened the door to find a servant girl holding the breakfast tray. She had a piece of duck halfway to her mouth. The instant she saw Xie Lian she dropped it with a gasp of horror and bowed her head to the floor.

“Please forgive me, my prince,” she begged.

Xie Lian was frozen for a long moment before he came to his senses. “Oh, I am not Prince Hua Cheng. I am his slave, Xie Lian.” He went towards the young maid and placed the food back into her hand. “You can have it,” he told her. Now that he was closer, he could see that she was rather thin and pale.

The maid set the tray down. She only hesitated for a moment before quickly eating the duck. “Thank you.”

“Do you not get enough food?” Xie Lian asked, his voice gentle and patient. He understood the horrible pain of hunger.

The girl paused before speaking. “I used to work in Imperial Noble Consort Xuan Ji’s palace. She punishes her maids by not giving them food. She finally got sick of me and ordered that I be reassigned to a different palace. I get more food now, but it is as if I cannot get enough.”

“Your body is probably trying to catch up now that you have food,” Xie Lian told her sympathetically. “Most of my masters have been like that.”

Suddenly the young maid looked terribly guilty. “I am sorry for taking that. I should have given it to you.”

Xie Lian waved a hand dismissively. “Not at all. I already ate. Prince Hua Chang does not let me go without food. What is your name?”

The girl blushed, embarrassed at her lack of manners. “Excuse me. I am Chen Ruoxi. It is nice to meet you.”

“And the same to you,” Xie Lian said, a smile spreading across his face. “Can you stay here for a few moments?” He gestured to the tray in her hands. “You can have anything that’s felt. It is not much, but you are welcome to it.”

“Are you sure no one will mind?” Chen Ruoxi asked, clearly desperate for what little food remained from Xie Lian and San Lang’s breakfast.

“No one will even know,” Xie Lian promised in a friendly tone. He sat down across from the young maid. “How long have you lived in the palace?” he asked.

“A year,” the maid answered. “I have heard about you. The rumors going around are rather unpleasant.”

Xie Lian could only sigh. “I am not surprised. Do I want to know what people are saying?” he asked.

Chen Ruoxi’s cheeks turned rather red and she dropped her gaze to the tray. “The other maids have said that you are the prince’s bed slave and that he used you so harshly last night that a doctor had to be called for.”

Xie Lian shook his head. “That was not what happened. I am sick and the prince called the doctor to treat me.” He did not want to comment on what type of slave he was, as he did not know himself.

“I am glad it was not true.” the young maid said, clearly looking for something else to talk about after such an uncomfortable topic. “Did the doctor say how you are?” she asked. Chen Ruoxi did not mention how a new maid, Ae-Cha had been the one to start such rumors or how she delighted in talking about how the slave boy would surely be thrown out now that he was used and dirty.
“I will be alright. I got chilled after being out in the cold yesterday,” Xie Lian explained. “The medicine he gave me tastes terrible.”

A small smile appeared on Chen Ruoxi’s face. “Medicine does always seem to be made up of the worst tasting things. My grandmother used to make a concoction that would turn my stomach, but it helped.”

The two of them sat, talking for a long while. It was nice to be able to speak to someone without having to worry about looking foolish or saying the wrong thing, as Chen Ruoxi did not seem to care much about such things once she was comfortable, going so far as to tell some rather ridiculous stories about Imperial Noble Consort Xuan Ji. Normally, such a thing would be forbidden and was in fact a highly punishable offense.

“And after that, the Emperor stormed out of her palace, Xuan Ji pretended to fall and hurt her leg, screaming for him to come back and help her. He completely ignored her. It was so embarrassing to watch,” Chen Ruoxi finished.

Xie Lian could not imagine witnessing such a dramatic event. “Did she ever try that again?” he asked.

“No, thankfully. She figured out that she could get the Emperor's attention by spending time on her appearance instead of acting like a child,” Chen Ruoxi said with a wave of her hand. “She is still ridiculous though. I have to say that her son, Prince Nen Feng is nothing like his mother. He is very serious and respectful, but he is also shy when it comes to the Noble Ladies that come to visit the palace, but he is still young. Maybe when he is older it will be easier for him.”

“Have you met Prince Fu Yao?” Xie Lian asked.

The small maid shook her head. “No. I have not seen the First Prince or the Third Prince either. That is why I did not know who you were.”

“I am surprised this did not give me away,” Xie Lian said with a sad smile as he motioned to the brand around his neck.

“Oh, I did not see that at first,” Chen Ruoxi explained. “If it bothers you, I can help you cover it,” she offered.

Instantly, Xie Lian perked up. “Yes, please.”

The little maid took a strip of white cloth that was pinned to her apron. “I was going to use this to lengthen my skirt, but I can use something else,” she explained. With deft hands, she wrapped the fabric around Xie Lian’s neck. It was tight enough to stay in place without constricting his airway.

“Thank you,” Xie Lian said, running his fingers over the material. It was nice not to have to worry about the mark anymore.

“You are welcome,” Chen Ruoxi said, clearly pleased to have helped the slave boy. She bent to pick up the tray. “I have to be going. It was very nice to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you too. I hope I will see you again,” Xie Lian said, waving goodbye.

“I am sure you will. Have a good day.” And with that, the pale maid disappeared out into the cold courtyard.

Xie Lian looked around, taking in everything he still had to do before San Lang got back. Well, he could be kept busy for some time at least.

Xie Lian worked for another hour or so when the sound of someone entering the main room pulled him away from his work once again. He was about to step out and see how it was when the door opened. Mei Nianqing poked his head in. A deep frown was marring his usually calm expression. The instant his eyes landed on Xie Lian his face broke into a relieved look.

“Xie Lian, are you alright?” the man asked, gliding into the room and taking Xie Lian by the shoulders. “I heard the doctor had been called late last night.”

Xie Lian smiled at the kind man. “I am alright. I just have a bit of a cold.”

The tension that had been coiled tightly through Mei Nianqing’s shoulder eased. “I heard the most terrible rumors and I had to make sure you were alright.”

Xie Lian shrugged. “I heard that rumor as well. San Lang did not hurt him, I promise.”

“Good,” Mei Nianqing sighed. “I would have come sooner, but I could not get away.”

The two of them drew away from the door to sit on the bed, side by side.

“Tell me, have things still been going well between you and the prince?” Mei Nianqing asked. “Do you need anything?”

Xie Lian smiled softly. The Head Eunuch was such a kind person. “Yes, San Lang has been wonderful and no I do not think I need anything. However, I am afraid I made a bit of a fool of myself last night before San Lang and Prince Fu Yao. I was confused from the fever,” he explained.

Mei Nianqing’s frown returned. “I hope you did not insult the princes.”

Xie Lian turned to look out of the window. “I might have mentioned a past relationship to Fu Yao and how my former master called me a pervert for carrying for another boy.”

“How old were you,” Mei Nianqing asked, his voice trying to hide his concern.

“I do not know for sure, but I was little more than a child,” Xie Lian explained.

“I doubt San Lang would care about that given the length of time and your age at the time, but mentioning the details to him might be wise,” the eunuch advised.

Xie Lian nodded in agreement. He was silent for a moment before speaking again. “I am worried that San Lang will lose interest in me and send me away.”

“That is understandable,” Mei Nianqing said, his voice gentle. “Your possession here is a comfortable one that many would kill for.”

Xie Lian shook his head. “It’s not just that. I like San Lang. I like being around him and I want him to like me.”

Mei Nianqing sighed loudly. “Oh, Xie Lian, there is nothing more dangerous than carrying for the man that owns you. You are not on equal footing and San Lang might believe you are faking your feelings to curry favor with him.”

“But I like him because he is kind and gentle. He is not like anyone I have ever met,” Xie Lian explained desperately.

“I know,” Mei Nianqing said, his tone sympathetic. “There is no stopping one’s heart, but I just suggest you guard your heart. Living in this place is not like living in the real world. The royal family does not follow the rules that others live by. It is difficult to explain, but please try to understand.”

Xie Lian had already seen what the older man was trying to explain. Everything in the Forbidden City was there for the comfort and pleasure of the royal family. Even the most wealthy lords did not enjoy the level of luxury that the Emperor’s inner circle had. It could distort one’s mind after a while if they did not release there were people and lives outside of the high walls of the palace. “I do understand, Mei Nianqing, and I will not forget.”

“Good,” Mei Nianqing said with a note of finality in his voice on the topic. “Now, tell me, is it true that Prince Hua Cheng is planning on taking you to the feast for the General?”

“Yes, San Lang already took me to see the seamstresses,” Xie Lian answered with a smile.

The two of them talked for a while longer about the upcoming party. However sooner than Xie Lian would like the Head Eunuch had to take his leave.

“One more than before I leave, watch out for the maid, Ae-Che. She is the one who started the rumor about why the doctor was called for you. She is trouble and if there is one thing you do not need it is trouble.”

“Thank you for the warning, Mei Nianqing,” Xie Lian said, tipping his head respectfully to the man. “I will keep that in mind.” He planned to avoid Ae-Cha at all costs.

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Snow was drifting down, slowly covering the Forbidden City in a cold white blanket. Xie Lian was deeply grateful not to be trapped in a wooden box with the cold seeping into his bones and crushing him. He absentmindedly wondered if someone had replaced his box and if they had found where he had carved his name into the rough wood. It was unlikely that if someone did find the mark they would be able to read it. Xie Lian was one of the lucky few that had been taught to read. The general who had owned him had wanted a slave that could read and write the letters the general had to send out to his captains.

Xie Lian moved away from the window he had been watching the snow from. San Lang wanted him to stay warm and standing with his head outside was just the opposite.

Xie Lian turned his attention back to the task he had assigned himself. He still had to finish San Lang’s bedroom. Thankfully, it did not take long to find a place for everything. Xie Lian had a deep sense of satisfaction once he finally allowed himself to sit down and relax.

The young slave had just gotten comfortable when San Lang reappeared. The prince looked around in surprise.

“Well you have been busy,” San Lang said, his gaze flickering from one corner to the next.

Xie Lian smiled. He had finally done what a slave was supposed to do. He had been of use to his master.

“It looks wonderful, Xie Lian, but did you get some rest?” the prince asked.

Xie Lian paused. He suddenly realized he had not paid much attention to his master’s orders. He had stayed warm, but he had not thought of resting as being an order. Compared to how hard he usually worked cleaning San Lang’s room, it had been next to nothing.

“No, San Lang,” Xie Lian answered, trying to keep his voice steady and calm. It did not matter if he was scared. The only thing that mattered was making it up to his master and making sure that San Lang knew that Xie Lian had not meant to be a disobedient slave.

“I know you are not used to just sitting around, but you need to get better,” the prince said, taking a seat beside the smaller man.

Xie Lian studied San Lang’s face for a long moment. There was no anger, no disappointment, only concern and a bright light that Xie Lian could not begin to understand.

“Yes, San Lang,” Xie Lian answered, dutifully.

San Lang smiled, but it did not quite reach his eyes. He turned his attention away from his slave and stretched his back, groaning.

“Is your back still bothering you?” Xie Lian asked. Concern colored his words.

“A little,” San Lang shrugged.

Xie Lian hesitated, before working up the courage to speak. “I could give you a massage,” he suggested.

San Lang turned to look at Xie Lian, his eyebrows up. “Are you sure you would not mind?”

Xie Lian shook his head. “Not at all. You have been taking care of me. I would like to do something to help you.”

San Lang did not allow himself to think about the offer for long before agreeing. “I can lay down on the mat.”

“I still have that oil Mei Nianqing gave me,” Xie Lian told his master, rising to his feet and slipping into San Lang’s bedroom. It was only right that he used the oil to relieve San Lang’s stress. That was his purpose in life now after all.

Xie Lian returned to find San Lang, laying face down on the mat, his hanfu was gone, his crest bare. The only thing he had left was his pants and those fell across the lines of his body, making it difficult for Xie Lian to look away.

“Have you given a massage before?” San Lang asked. “If you do not know how I can walk you through it.”

Xie Lian shook himself. It was not proper for a slave to stare at his master with a watering mouth. Xie Lian should be slapped for such a thing. He stepped forward and knelt beside San Lang’s prone body. “I know how. My first master made sure I knew how,” he explained. Xie Lian poured some oil on his hands, rubbing them together to warm the strong-smelling oil. “His pain would often ache from training and the weight of his armor,” he explained. Xie Lian swung his leg over San Lang’s body to straddle his master. He slowly began kneading his hands into the muscles of the prince’s back. There were knots and tense muscles everywhere.

San Lang gasped as Xie Lian pushed hard into a particularly tight ball of muscles. As Xie Lian worked at it, San Lang slowly relaxed, until the smaller man moved on to the next bundle of knots, causing San Lang to tense up all over again.

Xie Lian was doing his best to ignore the sounds his master was making. The prince was moaning and gasping in pleasure. Xie Lian was scarlet red. He was sure if he was not tied down, his body would have reacted in a most embarrassing manner. He allowed himself to wonder how San Lang would respond to such a thing. Would it please the prince? Or would the sight of Xie Lian’s arousal disgust him?

“You are very tense,” Xie Lian commented as he continued working at his master’s perfect muscular back.

San Lang did not speak, merely groaning in response.

“I watched the snow for a while. I am looking forward to seeing what the palace is like in the spring,” Xie Lian told the prince, speaking in an even soothing voice. He liked that he was helping his master. He kept up a steady stream of conversation. He told San Lang about the maid, Chen Ruoxi, but he was careful not to mention anything the girl had said about the Imperial Noble Consort. It was one thing for San Lang to make comments about one of his father’s wives, but for a servant to say such things would not go over very well. Plus, it could get Chen Ruoxi into trouble and Xie Lian did not want that.

Xie Lian worked his way down San Lang’s back. He had to rearrange himself and in doing so, he grinded down against the prince without thinking. The sound Hua Cheng let out made a fire-like heat light in Xie Lian’s body. However, there was nowhere for that heat to go with the chastity device on, making Xie Lian’s body shiver.

“Xie Lian, you had better stop,” San Lang gasped suddenly.

Instantly, Xie Lian swung off his master and knelt down beside San Lang. “I am sorry, Master. I did not mean to…” Xie Lian stopped speaking. He could not voice the words of what he had done. He had aroused his master for a second time. At this point, it was his own fault if San Lang chose to take his body.

San Lang rolled over on his side, facing Xie Lian. The prince’s reaction to Xie Lian’s massage was now impossible to ignore. The slave found himself staring at the prince, but he was quick to look away. However, Hua Cheng had noticed. He flashed a mischievous smile at Xie Lian.

“Do you see what you do to me, Xie Lian?” San Lang asked. His voice was a heavy whisper.

Xie Lian could not answer. What was he supposed to say to such a statement? He had never been more embarrassed, more so than when he had taken the prince in hand and tried to bring him pleasure before. That could have been excused by the presents of a warm body pressed against him, but now San Lang was openly acknowledging that he wanted Xie Lian.

Xie Lian swallowed hard, finally finding his voice. “I am a virgin,” he announced, his voice suddenly loud in the room.

San Lang’s smile faltered slightly. Confusion overtook his features. “I am sorry, my little ferret, but I do not understand why you mention it. I had assumed you had been with someone before. There is little comfort to have in the life of a slave and I would expect you would find what enjoyment you could.”

“Prince Fu Yao told you last night about my first love,” Xie Lian explained. “It was the silly love of children. Nothing more. I am not dirty, I promise!”

San Lang paused before speaking. “I have lain with others, Xie Lian. Does that make me dirty?” he questioned.

Xie Lian shook his head, violently. “Of course not, but I am a slave and a used slave is of less value and could get their masters sick.”

“Xie Lian, I do not care,” San Lang said, his voice soft. “My only concern in the matter is that you are not afraid and you enjoy such things.”

“Do you really want me?” he asked before he could stop himself. He dropped his eyes, hoping to hide from his master by looking at the floor.

San Lang took Xie Lian’s chin and forced him to meet his eyes. “Yes, but we will not be doing anything today, sadly.”

Xie Lian could not hide his surprise. “But why not?” he asked.

San Lang’s hand drifted to the slave boy’s dark brown hair. “Because, my dear, I own your body, and while for many that would be enough, it is not for me. I want you to give me your heart and I want you to take mine, willingly. Do you understand?”

Xie Lian shook his head. “Not really,” he responded. “But I want to.”

San Lang took the slave’s hands in his own. “You truly are too good, my lovely one.” Before Xie Lian could offer himself to San Lang, the prince rose to his feet. “I think I had better take a bath,” he said, wrapping himself in a large robe, hiding the state he was in. “I will return shortly. Try to rest.”

This time, Xie Lian did as he was told, sitting by the low table, feeling terribly useless. At least he had done something that day for his master. Lovely, sweet, Hua Cheng, who got aroused just from Xie Lian messaging his back. That flame returned to Xie Lian’s body, making him squirm. He was tempted to pull at the chastity device and try to do something to alleviate the pressure that was building in his body. He quickly put a stop to such thoughts. It was not right for Xie Lian to do such a thing. Maybe someday, after San Lang had taken his pleasure, Xie Lian could beg to be released from the device for a few moments to find his own satisfaction, but it would be some time before he dared do such a thing.

For now, it would be enough to know that San Lang wanted him and that Xie Lian could please him with such ease. He hoped that would continue. He liked the roguish look the prince had given him when he had rolled over to expose his body’s interest in Xie Lian. The slave still was a bit embarrassed by the whole event, but that did not outway the excitement he felt at the idea of being close to San Lang in such a manner.

The next morning, Xie Lian awoke feeling almost completely better. He rolled over to study San Lang’s sleeping features. He looked so young and innocent when compared to the devilish smiles and winking looks he normally wore. It was quite nice to see a peaceful San Lang. Xie Lian began to trace the prince’s features with his hands. He wanted to memorize the prince’s face, every detail, and every line. Someday, he might be sent away and he did not want to forget even one small fact about his sweet prince.

That thought startled him. When had San Lang become ‘his sweet prince’? It was a highly disrespectful way to refer to Prince Hua Cheng even in the safety of his own mind, but Xie Lian could not bring himself to abandon the name. He could keep it to himself and no one would ever know that San Lang was his sweet prince, his clever fox.

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Even though Xie Lian insisted he was better, San Lang still made him drink the foul medicine.

“If you stop taking it too soon, you could relapse and become even more ill,” the prince explained. “I have to go see my brother, Prince Lang Qianqiu, this morning,” he announced, cheerily.
Xie Lian had to remind himself that that was the crown prince. “Is everything alright?” he asked.

“Oh yes. I just have to make sure he does not wear the same thing as me to the feast for General Quan Yizhen,” San Lang explained flippantly. “It would not do for all of my father’s sons to show up wearing the same clothes.”

Xie Lian had no clue why such a thing mattered, but he nodded anyway. “May I walk with you there?” he asked, hopefully. He had had enough of sitting about doing nothing for hours on end.

The slave’s hope nearly died as he saw the ‘no’ forming on San Lang’s lips, but the prince hesitated.

“You will have to dress warmly and if you get chilled you must tell me at once,” San Lang said, his tone serious.

Xie Lian bobbed his head, excited at the prospect of going outside.

“Very well, you may come with me,” San Lang said.

Within the hour the two of them were walking through the cobblestone streets of the Forbidden City. Xie Lian was wrapped up to a degree he found boarding on ridiculous, but he did not care so long as he got to go out and see the palace and the people going about.

“Does that band on your neck make you more comfortable?” San Lang asked, suddenly. He had noticed the material the moment he had returned to his palace last night, but he had thought Xie Lian would remove it before heading out. Instead, Xie Lian had only re-wrapped it more securely in place. He was happy Xie Lian found a way to distract himself from the brand and San Lang was even more pleased that the smaller man had not asked permission to cover the angry mark. Xie Lian had done what he wanted and not even seemed to have thought to ask San Lang about it. Xie Lian wanted to look away and ignore the question, but that was not something he could do. “Yes, San Lang. Does it bother you?” he responded. If the prince did not like the look of the cloth, Xie Lian would remove it at once.

“Not at all,” San Lang answered. “I was just thinking about all the pretty scarves I could buy for you. Or maybe a band of silver. It would look lovely on your neck,” he mused.

Xie Lian shook his head. “You should not waste money on things like that.”

“Things like what?” San Lang questioned.

“Things for me,” Xie Lian tried to explain.

San Lang leaned down so his lips were right beside Xie Lian’s ear. “Oh but, my dear one, it shall be for me too and you want to look even more lovely for me, don’t you?”

Xie Lian shivered as San Lang’s hot breath hit his ear. He nodded, hoping none of the guards that surrounded them had heard San Lang say such things. He very much wanted San Lang to think he was lovely and if that meant a silver band around his neck or scarves of every color, he would not fuss about it. He liked the idea of covering his brand with things that San Lang picked out. It was masking the ugly scar with something lovely and even better if San Lang did not see the scar.

“I think you will like Lang Qianqiu. He has a kind heart, but he can be reckless,” San Lang said, straightening upright.

“Oh,” Xie Lian said, slightly surprised. “I did not think I would be meeting with him. I merely wished to walk with you.”

San Lang shook his head. “I will not have you standing outside in the snow, like a forgotten puppy. You will come inside and meet Lang Qianqiu. Then we will all have tea together and I will tell you stories about all the stupid things he did when we were little. It will be funny to see how long it takes to offend his honor,” San Lang laughed.

“I don’t think offending the prince would be a very good idea,” Xie Lian pointed out, his voice light.

They reached the first prince’s palace only to find a familiar-looking liter in the courtyard. It belonged to the Imperial Noble Consort. Xie Lian found that he was curious to see the woman again, now that he knew more about her and would not be looking up at her.

San Lang strode ahead nodding to the guards that he passed as he entered his older brother’s palace. A high musical voice filled the space.

“I do not understand why you could not simply introduce Nan Feng to General Quan Yizhen when he comes,” Xuan Ji said, her voice sharp and full of indignation.

“I do not mind introducing Nan Feng to General Quan Yizhen, but I will not introduce Nan Feng to my friend with the intention of trying to get something from him,” a male voice responded. Xie Lian looked out from behind San Lang to see a proud-looking man dressed in white, red, and gold robes. He was young, but there were already small laugh lines forming around his eyes. However, at that moment anger stormed across his face.

“I want nothing from that silly little General Quan Yizhen,” Xuan Ji snapped.

“I am not stupid, Xuan Ji. Quan Yizhen’s sister is of age and her marriage with Nan Feng would tie Quan Yizhen’s clan to your clan,” the prince said. “I do not care who your son marries, but I will play matchmaker.”

The Imperial Noble Consort rose to her feet, clearly annoyed. “Very well, Prince Lang Qianqiu. Just remember this next time you want something from you, for you will not get it.”

“Good day,” Lang Qianqiu said, dismissing Xuan Ji.

The Imperial Noble Consort turned and was clearly surprised to find San Lang and Xie Lian standing in the doorway.

“Sneaking around as always, San Lang?” Xuan Ji snapped, her eyes flashing in anger. Her attention turned to Xie Lian. “Dragging your whore around now too? I would think you would have enough common sense to keep your dirty little secrets kept out of sight and mind.”

Xie Lian almost flinched at the venom in the woman’s words, but he kept his reaction to a minimum. He could not let her see how much such words bothered him.

San Lang stepped in front of Xie Lian. “You will address Xie Lian with respect. After all, take away your title and you are not far from a whore yourself.” The prince’s voice was icy cold.

The woman raised her hand to slap the prince. San Lang offered Xuan Ji his cheek, daring her to do it. To attack one of the Emperor’s sons was punishable by death. Nothing would protect her. The beautiful woman froze. After a silent moment, she stepped back.

“You will watch your tongue, Prince Hua Cheng,” Xuan Ji hissed. “I may not be able to do anything to you, but there will be consequences.” There was a promise to her words.

San Lang only smiled at her. “Come now, Xuan Ji. We are family after all and Father would be so upset if he heard about any ‘silly little’ arguments.” He gave her a moment to let his words settle before continuing. “You would do well to remember that the walls have ears and we both know that you have far more ‘dirty little secrets’ than I do.” San Lang walked past the Imperial Noble Consort without sparing her another glance, so he did not see the look of suspicion and fear that danced across her face. However, he knew that it was there.

Xie Lian hurried after his master, not wanting to draw any more of the woman’s attention than he already had. Without another word, Xuan Ji left the crown prince’s palace. As soon as she was gone, Lang Qianqiu turned his eyes to his younger brother.

“Was that really wise, San Lang?” the crown prince asked, rubbing at his forehead, his stress finally slipping through his carefully constructed mask.

Xie Lian sank to his knees beside where San Lang sat wondering the same thing, but he kept his mouth shut. So far, Prince Lang Qianqiu was the highest-ranked member of the royal family that Xie Lian had met and he did not want to make a fool of himself as he had done before Prince Fu Yao.

A hand in his hair pulled him from such thoughts. It was, of course, San Lang, slowly running his fingers through Xie Lian’s locks. The slave was quickly coming to believe that the prince’s must think of him as some type of dog or cat, given how much he had taken to petting Xie Lian.

“Wise? No, but it was amusing. Plus, she was rude to Xie Lian and I will not allow that,” San Lang said with a shrug. He turned his eyes down to look at the slave. “This is Xie Lian by the way. Xie Lian, this is Crown Prince Lang Qianqiu and my older brother. If you are ever in trouble and I am not there, you can go to him.”

Xie Lian nodded. “Hello, your majesty,” he said, his head down. He felt as if he had met so many people recently. He feared that soon he would lose track and end up calling Imperial Consort Ling Wen by the wrong name, such as Wu Yingluo or Chen Ruoxi. He was sure at that point San Lang would have to do something about him.

“Hello, Xie Lian,” the crown prince answered. “I may not agree with San Lang’s more radical ideas about slavery, but as my brother’s property, I will make sure that you are protected.”

Xie Lian did not know what San Lang’s radical ideas were, but he nodded all the same. “Thank you, your majesty.”

With that Lang Qianqiu completely turned his attention to his younger brother, ignoring the kneeling slave. Xie Lian felt something inside of him relax. That was how it should be. His master and his master’s family should pay him no attention unless they were giving him an order or required something. That was probably the first time someone had treated him the way he was supposed to be treated since coming to the Forbidden City.

“Do you think General Quan Yizhen’s sister will marry Nan Feng?” San Lang asked.

The young man shook his head. “Not likely. It would be a good match for her, but I doubt the general’s clan would want such a close connection to Xuan Ji’s clan. They would sooner break their necks than bow to Xuan Ji.”

“Nan Feng would be kind to her,” San Lang pointed out. He knew his little brother. Nan Feng would take care of anyone who he was responsible for.”

“Do you think that is a concern for a family arranging a marriage for their daughter?” Lang Qianqiu said, his tone harsh. “There is no place for concern or love here, San Lang. You know that.”

Xie Lian could feel Prince Hua Cheng’s eyes on the top of his head. “I do not believe that.”

“San Lang!” the crown prince scolded. “Be careful or you will get yourself and your slave in trouble.”

“Would his life be better as a eunuch? Forever trying to buy favor by making deals and listening to secret meetings, trying to make himself invaluable to someone who could be killed with one foolish move?” San Lang snapped back.

Silences filled the room and Xie Lian cringed at the knowledge that he was responsible for his master and the crown prince arguing. However, he kept his mouth shut. Drawing attention to himself would make things worse.

“I see your point, but I still disagree,” the elder prince said after a moment. “Was there a reason you came, or did you just want to insult Imperial Noble Consort Xuan Ji?”

“I came to see what you were wearing to the feast for General Quan Yizhen,” San Lang answered.

“What else?” Lang Qianqiu asked. There was a tiered sigh in his words.

“That’s it,” San Lang answered. He smiled brightly. People were always asking the crown prince for things. San Lang liked to show his older brother that not everyone was trying to get things from him.

“I will never understand why you care about such things,” Lang Qianqiu muttered. “I am going to wear my yellow silk robe. Happy?”

San Lang flung himself back dramatically in his chair. “Well, I suppose I will have to change my plans then. See, this is why I check on these things. Imagine how ridiculous we would both look if we showed up wearing yellow silk robes.”

“Oh, no. The horror,” Lang Qianqiu agreed, sarcastically. “Would you like to walk with me? I am sick of sitting inside.”

San Lang nodded. “Of course. Xie Lian is still recovering from a cold, so long as he is comfortable.”

Lang Qianqiu shook his head, but he said nothing against Xie Lian joining them. San Lang seemed to be guiding them toward something. Every once in a while he would take a sharp turn and his older brother would be forced to catch up. Xie Lian listened silently to the conversation that passed between the two princes. It was mostly about the conflict at the border. Xie Lian had not even known there was fighting at the border before coming to the palace. He was of course aware of the tension, but he had not known things had escalated to all-out fighting. Suddenly, the thought of the country being overrun and the Forbidden City being taken over. What would happen to San Lang if that happened? He could not be killed, would he? The thought of San Lang being cut down turned something inside Xie Lian cold. San Lang was so bright and full of life. He was a light and the idea that anyone would dare try to snuff out that light was simply unfathomable. Xie Lian shook off those thoughts. That was not going to happen. The palace was practically in the heart of the country. If the country was invaded, there would be time to evacuate and San Lang would be safe. That settled Xie Lian’s mind, somewhat.

“Hua Cheng, why are we going to the stables?” Lang Qianqiu asked, his voice breaking through Xie Lian’s wild chain of thought.

“No reason, I just thought we could come this way,” San Lang answered, not meeting his brother’s face.

Lang Qianqiu sent his brother a suspicious look, but he continued on anyway.

San Lang opened the heavy wooden door and Xie Lian was hit by the smell of horses and warm air. There was also a sound. It was the whimpering of a dog. San Lang led the way to a stall that had no horse. Instead, there was a small basket with a little puppy inside. Xie Lian did not miss the way Prince Lang Qianqiu’s eyes lit up at the sight.

“Who’s dog is this?” the crown prince asked, drawing closer to the animal.

San Lang was beaming with delight. “It is yours,” he told his brother.

Instantly, Lang Qianqiu swept the little dog up into his arms. The excitement on the prince’s face was plain to see. All of the stress from the conversation with Xuan Ji was gone. He reminded Xie Lian of an excited child.

“Why did you do this?” Lang Qianqiu asked, running his fingers through the dog’s soft fur.

San Lang shrugged. “Well, I cannot take all the credit. It was your mother’s idea, to celebrate your name day,” he explained.

“But that is not until next month,” the older prince pointed out.

“If I waited, you would have gotten suspicious. This way it was a surprise,” San Lang explained.

Xie Lian was not expecting Lang Qianqiu to throw one arm around his brother, still cradling the dog in the other arm. “Thank you, San Lang.”

“You’re welcome, but you should be thanking your mother. Huanghou seemed to know you have been wanting to get another friend,” San Lang explained.

A brief look of sadness flashed through Lang Qianqiu, but the look morphed into acceptance. “Losing Chong was hard,” he said, a level of distance forming his posture. However, the puppy began licking at the prince’s hand and his smile returned. “I think I will name this little one Shu.”

San Lang nodded. “It is a good name. She is very loving after all.”

The crown prince bid his brother goodbye, wishing to visit his mother and thank her for her thoughtfulness. San Lang appeared beyond pleased.

Xie Lian glanced up at his master. “Who was Chong?” he asked, keeping his voice quiet. With all of the horses that were all around them, he did not want to frighten them by speaking too loudly.
“Chong was Lang Qianqiu’s first dog. They went everywhere together. Chong would sleep on my brother’s feet while he was working. He was a huge, drooling thing that only wanted to be loved. Lang Qianqiu gave him a good life and my brother was there with him in the end when he could not stand or drink. It was hard for Lang Qianqiu,” San Lang explained. “His mother wanted to get him another dog, but I doubt he would have been able to take another one until now.”

Xie Lian nodded. He had never had a pet, safe for the stray cats and dogs that wandered into the army camp. He had slipped them what food he could, but once they realized how little there was to eat, they were quick to move on. “That was kind of you to get the dog for him.”

San Lang smiled, turning his attention completely on Xie Lian. “Do you want a dog too?” he asked, his excitement at the idea clearly growing.

Xie Lian wanted to point out that it was rather silly to get a pet for one’s pet, but he did not think San Lang would like the comparison, so he kept such thoughts to himself. “I do not think I could take care of an animal, but thank you, San Lang.”

The prince shrugged. “If you change your mind, tell me. There are also a number of cats in the palace to take care of the mice. If you see one that you want, you are welcome to take it as your own.”

Xie Lian frowned. “They are alright, just running around the Forbidden City by themselves?” he asked. He could not stand the idea of the poor cats out in the cold, while he got to enjoy San Lang’s warm bed.

“Oh, they run around, but the maids also take care of them. Trust me, they are all quite spoiled for attention,” San Lang promised. A soft look filled his eyes. “You are truly too sweet, Xie Lian. Next, you will be upset that the cats eat the mice.”

Xie Lian dropped his eyes. “Well, I do not like it, but it is the way things are. Though if I found a cat with a mouse, I would take it away from it.” He had done such things in the past. He just could not stand to see animals hurt. They were so different from people. They did not hurt each other for fun or own slaves. People could learn a great deal about kindness if they follow the examples of animals more often.

San Lang took Xie Lian’s cheeks in his warm hands. “I wish you knew how rare you are, Xie Lian. You are not like anyone I have ever met.”

Xie Lian could not help himself from smiling. “Because I save mice?” he asked his tone light and teasing.

“That is part of it, my love, but it is also that you see life as having value no matter how unimportant the rest of the world might think it is. I do believe you were sent by Heaven to give me something to love,” San Lang told the young slave. His voice was serious and held none of the mirth that it usually did.

Xie Lian stared openly up at the prince. He had been sent as a gift, but San Lang clearly did not mean that. The idea that someone could see something more to him than a scared slave had never seemed possible to Xie Lian. He had not even dared to dream of such things. However, the way San Lang looked at him made him want to be more than just a piece of property to be owned. It made him want to be a person, who could love and be loved in return and that was a dangerous thing for a slave to want.

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Xie Lian had managed to find a wide-brimmed hat in San Lang’s collection of costumes and he was currently in the process of patching a rather large hole that had started to form in it. San Lang was lounging on his bed, reading quietly. It felt perfect as if they were always meant to be together just enjoying the other’s presents.

Xie Lian found himself glancing up at the prince every once in a while. He was tempted to reach out and touch his master, but he could not allow himself that. San Lang touched him so often and sweetly. It would be greedy of Xie Lian to want to take San Lang’s hand in his own or run his fingers through the prince’s lovely hair. He wondered what it would be like to touch San Lang as he had that one morning when the prince had awoken with his body interested in Xie Lian’s own. The young slave instantly banished the thought from his mind. He should be slapped for thinking about his master like that. Even if San Lang did want to make use of Xie Lian for his pleasure it was not for Xie Lian to imagine such things. A slave should be happy to please their master and that was all.

Xie Lian’s mind drifted to the clothes he had found in San Lang’s closet, particularly the things made for a prostitute. Had the prince really dressed up like that and walked around the streets? Xie Lian was sure that San Lang would look lovely in the clothes, but it was not for a prince to be seen like that. He very much wanted to ask San Lang about the clothes, but he was not sure how his master would react. Part of him was positive that San Lang would smile that mischievous smile of his and tell Xie Lian all about it. However, there was a shadow in Xie Lian’s mind that promised that his master would become enraged and lash out at his property.

There were heavy steps and then a guard stepped into the room. He bowed lowly before San Lang.

“What is it?” the prince asked. His tone was light and the sound of his voice had a soothing effect on Xie Lian’s nerves.

“General Pei Ming is requesting to see your highness,” the guard answered.

San Lang instantly perked up. “Send him in,” he ordered.

Xie Lian’s eyes flicked between San Lang and the guard before he turned his attention back to his work.

The guard left with another bow and a moment later a strapping young man strode into the room. His armor was bright and he carried a long sword at his side. San Lang was on his feet and across the room in a moment. He threw his arms around the larger man’s shoulders, hugging him. The soldier wrapped his strong arms around the prince, returning Hua Cheng’s hug.

“Pei Ming, I did not know you were coming!” San Lang told the man, his delight brightening the room. Xie Lian was happy to see San Lang so excited. However, he found himself wishing that he had the right to hold his master without fear or restriction.

“It was meant to be a surprise,” the general explained. “I was invited to the celebration for General Quan Yizhen. I am going to be staying for a while.”

Xie Lian had been studying the young general, but suddenly Pei Ming was staring at him with a cold hard gaze. Xie Lian drooped his eyes instantly. He was not allowed to stare stupidly at those who were above him.

“Who is this?” the general demanded. Suddenly all the warmth was completely gone from his voice. His eyes had become hard and cold.

“This is Xie Lian. He was sent to the palace by some nobles a few days ago. I asked my father if he could remain with me,” San Lang explained. “Xie Lian, this is General Pei Ming. We grew up together.”

Xie Lian set his work aside and bowed. He was about to speak, to acknowledge the man in some way, but Pei Ming spoke first.

“Leave, Boy,” the general snapped, his voice harsh.

Xie Lian jumped in surprise. He had not thought San Lang’s friend would care about the presents of a slave. He looked to his master. San Lang had something dark dancing in his eyes, but he gave a nod to Xie Lian.

“You can go, Xie Lian,” San Lang told the smaller man. His voice was still gentle, but Xie Lian could tell that his master was not happy.

Xie Lian rose gracefully to his feet and silently left the room. He removed himself to the opposite side of San Lang’s palace, finding himself in a small room where extra blankets and things of that nature were stored. Xie Lian knelt on the floor. He sat in silence, quietly fitting back tears. How pathetic he was! One stern order and he was falling apart. It had only been a few days and already belonging to San Lang was making him soft in a way that he had never been before. He had taken lashing both physical and verbal and bore it all silently. Now, he was letting one simple order crack him. Stupid! Weak! Why did San Lang even bother with him?

It took some time before Xie Lian was able to pull himself from the spiraling mess that was his mind. By then, his back ached and his knees screamed in protest at kneeling so long on the cold hard floor. However, Xie Lian did not move. He would show San Lang that he could be a good slave and stay out of the way and in place when ordered.

Now that he was calmer, Xie Lian was able to understand General Pei Ming’s reaction to him somewhat. The man had come to see his friend, his guard was down and he had allowed himself to be openly affectionate without realizing that there was a stranger there. Many men did not like others seeing them like that. Plus, it was the general’s right to speak to Xie Lian in whatever manner he wished. Pei Ming could not be able to hurt him without San Lang’s permission, so Xie Lian had very little to fear from the unpleasant man. Besides, the feast for General Quan Yizhen was in a few days and then Pei Ming would likely go back to wherever he had come from.

Xie Lian scolded himself for that thought. Pei Ming was San Lang’s friend and the prince was clearly happy to see the man, so Xie Lian should want him to stay as long as possible. That was what a good slave would want.

Xie Lian sighed loudly to himself. He very much hated that he wanted to be a good slave. He had never much cared before coming to the Forbidden City, but San Lang was such a kind and gracious master that Xie Lian could not help wanting to be perfect in return. He wanted to be worthy of the smiles San Lang so freely gave. He very much doubted that he ever would, but that did not mean he was going to stop trying.

Xie Lian was pretty sure he had been kneeling for the better part of four hours when he heard the sound of someone coming.

“Xie Lian!” San Lang’s voice called.

Warmth filled Xie Lian’s heart. He tried to rise, but his legs were dead and he only succeeded in tipping forward onto his palms.

“I am here,” he called. He had to explain that he needed a moment to get himself but he could not find the words before the door was opened and San Lang was standing before him, concern clear on his face. Xie Lian bowed his head. “I am sorry I made you look for me. I was not sure where I was meant to go.”

“Oh, Xie Lian,” San Lang said. His voice was so terribly sad that it made Xie Lian look up at his master. The prince knelt down in front of Xie Lian and took his hands in his own. “I am sorry Pei Ming spoke to you like that. I have made it clear that he is not to do so again.”

Xie Lian wanted to point out that the general could speak to slaves however he wished, but he decided it was best to keep his mouth shut.

“Come, let’s get some food,” San Lang said, rising. He did not let go of Xie Lian’s hands as he did so.

Xie Lian tried to get up again, but still his legs were dead. “I cannot get up, San Lang.”

San Lang’s frown returned. Instead of leaving Xie Lian in the storage room as he should have, the prince picked up the smaller man with ease and carried him back to the main room of the palace. He placed the slave by the table and with the greatest of care unfolded Xie Lian’s legs.

The slave gasped in pain as one of his joins cracked loudly. He could see the distress on San Lang’s face and tried to remain silent as the prince continued getting his property situated. Xie Lian jumped when San Lang began massaging his legs, kneading the muscles.

“Did I hurt you, dear one?” San Lang asked, his voice heavy.

Xie Lian shook his head. “No. Thank you for being patient with me.” He wanted to call San Lang ‘Master’, kneel at the man’s feet, and promise to be good for him, but San Lang did not want to be called that, nor could Xie Lian kneel with the prince holding his legs in his lap.

San Lang did not answer at first, but he seemed to find what he wanted to say after a few moments. “I explained to Pei Ming that you are to be treated with respect. He is not usually so angry. However, he had the good sense to explain himself before I kicked him out.”

Xie Lian looked up in horror. No general should be ordered out for such a simple thing, but he could not say that to San Lang. The prince could order people to come and go as he wished, but the idea of it still made Xie Lian deeply unsettled. “Is all well with General Pei Ming then?” Xie Lian asked.

San Lang shrugged. “There are some matters that are troubling him and finding a stranger in my rooms brought those troubles to mind. However, it is something that you should not be concerned about. I know he does not desire it, but please forgive Pei Ming for how he acted.”

Xie Lian again wanted to point out that the general did nothing wrong, but instead he nodded. “Of course, San Lang.” He wondered how much the forgiveness of a slave was actually worth, but he pushed that thought away. San Lang wanted him to hold Pei Ming’s harshness against the man, so Xie Lian would not. The slave was tempted to pry about what had made the general so upset, but it was none of his business. If he needed to know, San Lang would tell him.

“What would you like to eat, my dear one?” San Lang asked as he continued kneeling at Xie Lian’s leg muscles.

The smaller man blushed at the kind name. “Maybe some stew,” he suggested. He deeply loved stews of any and all kinds. That was one of the few things he would be caught stealing for.

“You shall have it,” San Lang promised. “And sweet cakes and puddings and anything else you can think of.”

Xie Lian smiled. San Lang was truly wonderful. He wanted to say as much, but instead, he ran his fingers through the prince’s long black hair as he had wished to do hours ago. “Thank you, San Lang.” He felt a baldness overtake him and before he could question the impulse, he leaned forward and kissed the prince on the cheek.

San Lang jerked to look at him. Surprise morphed into delight. The prince was suddenly kissing Xie Lian back, only his lips were meeting the smaller man’s own. Xie Lian gasped in shock.

Just as swiftly as it had happened San Lang pulled back, his cheeks a deep red. “I am sorry, Xie Lian. I should not have done that.”

Xie Lian was shaking his head. “No. I- it was nice,” he tried to explain, but he felt as if the words were stuck in his throat.

San Lang smiled at the response. “All the same, I should have not done so if I did not know how you felt about the matter.”

Xie Lian returned San Lang’s smile. “I did kiss you first,” he said. His tone was light and teasing. He felt daring and wild when he dared to be playful with San Lang, even if it was something as simple as not speaking to him how a slave was expected to. It almost made him feel free.

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Xie Lian stood behind a screen, carefully removing layer after layer of the clothes San Lang had given him. The prince was currently in the bath and he had offered to bring Xie Lian with him to the bathhouse with the promise of unlocking him from the chastity device so that Xie Lian could wash properly.

Xie Lian heard the slash of water as San Lang rose out of the bath. The smaller man knew his master had seen him naked before, but it still made him self-conscious. San Lang was so perfect and not a single part of him was tarnished and then there was Xie Lian, whose body was a tale that told of the cruelty of life. He hated being seen and worst of all was San Lang looking at him as if he had value.

“I am all done, dear one. Can I come around and free you?” San Lang asked, his voice patient and soft.

Xie Lian nodded before he remembered that his master could not see him. “Yes, I am ready.”

San Lang appeared around the screen, wrapped in a lovely green and gold robe. He studied Xie Lian for a moment before taking a key from a chain that was hung around his neck.

“There is no need to be embarrassed,” the prince said gently. He knelt behind Xie Lian and quickly unlocked the padlock. He helped Xie Lian out of the device and set it aside. One of the eunuchs was to enter the bath after San Lang excited and take the thing away to clear in. Xie Lian found himself shamed beyond words. He did not mind the device but it was the fact that other people would see it and know that he was locked up like a horny animal, unable to control himself.

“Come now, the water is warm and it will do you good after being sick,” San Lang said, guiding Xie Lian to the deep bathtub.

Xie Lian sank into the water, moaning as the warmth overtook him. The slave glanced up to find San Lang staring at him, his face slightly red.

“I will be in my palace. There are guards outside and all the ladies of the Palace have gone to bed, so there is no risk of any of them entering the bathhouse,” San Lang explained. “If you need anything you merely have to call the guards and they will help you. Understand?”

Xie Lian nodded. “Yes, San Lang.”

“Good. Enjoy your bath, my dear.” San Lang stepped outside and instantly a young eunuch appeared. The young man was clearly horrified by the device, but he did not say a word as he removed Xie Lian’s chastity device. And with that, Xie Lian was alone in the bathhouse. He let himself relax, loving the peace and quiet. Xie Lian got to work, washing his body, glad to see that the chastity device had not damaged his skin, even in his most sensitive areas.

Xie Lian was about to start untangling his hair when the door to the bathhouse was opened and a man stepped inside. He was impossibly beautiful and there was a darkness in his eyes that made him appear mysterious and wild. The man glanced at Xie Lian with something like surprise. That look was quickly replaced by a smile that bordered on flirtatious.

Xie Lian was about to jump out of the bath and apologize when the man motioned for him to stay where he was.

Without a word, the richly dressed man began removing layer after layer of his beautiful clothes. Xie Lian was completely horrified. He was about to speak when he saw the chastity device that was locked around the man’s lower body. So this was the Emperor’s male concubine, He Xuan. The man produced a key and without a word, he unlocked the device. Xie Lian was shocked that the man was allowed access to the key. The man stepped out of the device and into the water, still smiling at Xie Lian.

“I should introduce myself, I suppose. I am Imperial Concubine He Xuan,” the beautiful man said. His gaze was intense and unfaltering.

“Hello, my lord. I am Xie Lian,” the young slave said, with a slight bow of his head. “If it pleases you, I could leave,” he offered. He was deeply uncomfortable with how the man was looking at him. He was reminded of how a wolf looked at a little lamb, waiting to gobble it up.

“Nonsense,” He Xuan answered. “There is much I would like to speak to you about.”

Xie Lian was on guard. “Won’t we being in here alone at the same time be an issue, seeing as either one of us is wearing our chastity belts?” He got the feeling that He Xuan would have no problem throwing him down and stepping over him if it suited his needs.

“Not at all,” He Xuan said with an amused smile. “Seeing as no man could possibly willingly lay with another man, we should be free of any suspicion.” The man rolled his eyes at his own statement, clearly sick of hearing such comments. “On top of that, we are incapable of impregnating one another. Unless of course, you would like to try.”

Xie Lian was horrified. “Absolutely not. San Lang would be hurt if I did such a thing.”

Some of the predatory light went out of He Xuan’s eyes. “So you care for the prince?”

Xie Lian wanted to stop speaking with the other man, but that would be rude. “Yes. He is a good master.” That felt like a safe answer.

“Really? I would have thought San Lang would have forgotten about you by now,” He Xuan said with a light laugh.

Xie Lian tossed his hair, his anger flaring. He knew he was not important. He did not need to be reminded of that fact. He dared to give the Imperial Concubine a cold look. He Xuan started and seemed to realize what he had said.

“Excuse me. I meant no offense. It is only that San Lang has never cared for anyone other than his family. He has never bought a slave or taken any special interest in any of the slaves or servants. His spirits have been much improved since your arrival,” the Imperial Concubine explained, slightly stumbling over his works. “I did not mean that as a personal slight against you. Please forgive me.”

Xie Lian was surprised by the sudden disappearance of the man’s self-assured attitude. He was still displeased, but he was willing to overlook the comment if it was the only one. “Of course, Imperial Concubine He Xuan,” Xie Lian said with a slight tip of his head.

“Call me ‘He Xuan’,” the beautiful man told the young slave. “We are both prisoners here after all.”

Xie Lian raised his eyebrows. “Are you a slave as well?” he asked, curiously.

The concubine nodded. “I was made a slave when I was young as punishment for stealing. When Emperor Jun Wu was still a prince, he saw me in the marketplace from his litter and bought me. It has been long enough that almost everyone has forgotten what I used to be. I would appreciate it if you did not spread that around. There are those who would try to use it against me.”

“No one will hear of it from me,” Xie Lian promised. Maybe, he had finally found someone who could truly understand the strange position Xie Lian had found himself in.

“Thank you. My beloved has raised me far above my station in life and do not want to undo all that work, ” He Xuan smiled. “Now, how are you settling in?”

Xie Lian dropped his eyes to stare at the water. It smelled strongly of flowers and sweet oils. “It is very different here. San Lang has made it far more pleasant than I could have ever imagined, but I cannot help but feel that something is going to happen to rip everything away,” he explained.

He Xuan nodded. “I know the feeling. It takes time for that to fade and even now, I still wake up thinking that I am back on the streets or that I have been sold yet again.”

Xie Lian was surprised to hear that. However, there was something else he was more interested in knowing. “Do you care about the Emperor?” he asked, softly. He saw a bright flash in He Xuan’s dark eyes.

“Indeed. He is a good man and an even better lover,” He Xuan answered.

Xie Lian flushed slightly, but he was not reduced to silence by the comment. “So laying with a man is pleasant?” he asked, hating how silly and childish he sounded. He was not sure who else he could turn to find out such things. Mei Nianqing had known how to prevent damage to Xie Lian, but the young slave was not sure how much the man knew about the act itself.

“Does San Lang not know how to fuck you properly?” He Xuan demanded.

Xie Lian dropped his face into his hands shaking his head. “It is not that. He has not… we have not…” He could not say more, but thankfully He Xuan understood.

“You are not lovers,” the Imperial Concubine suggested.

“Not yet,” Xie Lian managed.

“Do you want to be?” He Xuan asked, his tone light and gentle.

Xie Lian hesitated before nodding. “Yes, I think so.” He cared for San Lang and he liked the young prince very much. He was sweet, kind, and he seemed to truly care for Xie Lian’s well-being which was more than the young slave could say for anyone he had known in his past.

“Well, at least you know what you want,” He Xuan commented. “In answer to your question, yes it is pleasant if your lover knows what he is doing. I personally do not know if San Lang has any past experience in the matter, but I am sure if you tell him what feels good and what does not he will react accordingly. I hope you know at least to use oil,” the man commented.

Xie Lian nodded. “Yes, Head Eunuch Mei Nianqing explained that part to me.” He wanted to disappear into the water where He Xuan would not be able to see how horrified the younger man was.
The Imperial Concubine gave a sound of acknowledgment. “Good. At least you know that. To be honest, I do not know how much San Lang knows about intimacy.” He Xuan flashed the slave a playful smile. “If you like, I would be happy to give San Lang some tips for making love to you.”

“No!” Xie Lian yelped. He was quick to clear his throat and speak again. “No, thank you.”

He Xuan laughed, the musical sound filling the bathhouse. “You are a shy one, aren’t you? Well, there is nothing wrong with that. My love was shy too when we were young. The tips of his ears would turn scarlet whenever I even suggested we play.”

Xie Lian could not explain why he found that comforting, but it made him feel far less silly and childish. He tried not to act like a blushing maiden, but he could not help it. People in the Forbidden City just spoke so casually about things that would not be considered appropriate in polite company.

Xie Lian managed to smile. “At least I am not the only one.”

He Xuan waved a wet and soapy hand. “Not even close. Do not trouble yourself with the matter. However, in all seriousness, I would be happy to tell you anything you would like to know or have questions.”

Xie Lian hesitated. He did have things he wanted to know, but the idea of voicing was so improper. He swallowed down his self-consciousness and searched for the right words. “How do you bring pleasure with your mouth?” he asked, staring at the water. He had heard references to such activities, but no one had ever explained it to him. He glanced up expecting to see the Imperial Concubine mocking him or at the very least smiling, but the man wore a rather calm and knowing expression.

“I will explain, however, if you do not understand or are uncomfortable with what I say, you are to say so and we will speak of other things. Is that clear?”

Xie Lian nodded. He hated how little he knew and he needed to be able to ask someone these questions.

“To begin, you typically go on your knees before your lover, however, this can be done laying down,” He Xuan said, launching into his explanation. “Do not go too quickly when taking your lover into your mouth. You can choke yourself and for some that is part of the fun, but when you are just starting it is better to go slow. There is no rush. You use your tongue to move against your lover and bob your head as you wish. Everyone has things that feel better than others to them, so listen to the noise your lover makes and try to use that as a guide. To be perfectly honest, it is a learning process. The more you do it, the more confident you will feel. Just remember not to bite your lover and look up at him while you are taking him.”

Xie Lian was dying inside, but he appreciated the information.

“Do you have any more questions?” He Xuan asked.

By the time the two men finished their conversation, the water had turned cold and their fingers and toes had gone pruney.

Xie Lian wrapped himself in his robe, while He Xuan put his chastity device back on.

“Are you allowed to remove that whenever you like?” Xie Lian asked as he tied up his wet hair to a cloth. That made the whole thing seem rather pointless if that was the case.

“Oh no,” He Xuan responded. “Jun Wu knows my taste do not include women, but I would not put myself at risk by having the key with me except when there are others around to account for that time. Everyone has enemies in the palace. If one of the Emperor’s other lovers wanted to get rid of me, they could claim I came to them or one of their maids,” the beautiful man explained. “Make sure that San Lang is the only one who has your key.”

Xie Lian nodded. He knew that San Lang kept the key. “Thank you for your help and the advice.”

“Of course,” He Xuan smiled. “Please come visit me sometime. I enjoy your company.”

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Xie Lian returned to San Lang’s palace, accompanied by two guards. He wanted to get out of the cold before he got chilled again. He had no desire to get sick again. The moment he was indoors the warmth from the fire pot surrounded him. San Lang was sitting at the table, reading. The prince looked up, his bright smile covering his lovely features.

“You were gone for some time, my love. Did you have a nice bath?” San Lang asked.

“Yes. I met He Xuan,” Xie Lian answered. He saw his chastity device waiting for him on the floor by the prince. Well, it had been nice to be free of the thing for a while at least.

“So my father’s concubine got to bathe with you before I did?” San Lang asked.

Xie Lian’s stomach dropped. He had thought it would be alright. He had not known that San Lang would care, but now he saw how inappropriate his actions had been. He dropped to his knees before his master, his forehead touching the mat floor.

“Forgive me,” Xie Lian managed to choke out. “I did not mean to disrespect you. My body is yours and none have defiled it.”

A hand in his hair provided a grounding source to Xie Lian’s racing mind.

“My sweet, Xie Lian. I forget that I have to be careful how I tease you,” San Lang said. There was a sad note in his voice. His strong hand guided Xie Lian into a sitting position before pulling the smaller man closer to him. “You did not disrespect me or any other such silly thing,” San Lang promised.

Xie Lian managed to nod around the ball in his throat. His master was too good and trusting. “Thank you for believing me,” he whispered.

“Of course, Xie Lian. You do not have the eyes of a liar. I also know He Xuan. He is deeply in love with my father. He would not go after you. He is a terrible flirt, but that is as far as he would go. However, you must stop thinking of intimate acts as making you dirty. I will not have you seeing yourself as anything other than beautiful and perfect, no matter what. Is that clear?”

Xie Lian smiled softly. He did think he would ever be able to see himself as San Lang did, but that was alright. As long as San Lang liked him, Xie Lian was happy. The slave did not understand how the prince would overlook his band, his scars, and his imperfections. That was all he could see whenever he dared look in a mirror.

“I will try to remember that,” Xie Lian promised.

“Good. Now, I do not know about you, but I am tired, and laying in bed with you sounds delightful.”

Xie Lian could not agree more. Soon he was wrapped up in San Lang’s arm, the chastity device back on. He could not remember having ever felt safer in his entire life. He was wanted and maybe even loved. He snuggled closer to San Lang, wishing that that moment could last forever.

The next day, Xie Lian was looking through the storage room in San Lang’s palace, trying to organize the small space. So far all he had done was rearrange the dust bunnies. The sound of heavy steps pulled his attention away from his work. He turned to find one of San Lang’s guards standing in the doorway.

“General Pei Ming is asking for entry,” the guard stated.

Xie Lian froze. “His is aware that Prince San Lang is out?” The prince was at a family breakfast at the Emperor’s palace.

“He is asking to see you,” the guard answered.

Xie Lian paled. He most certainly did not want to see the general, but he could not refuse the man without insulting him. Xie Lian could not insult one of San Lang’s friends, no matter how much the man scared Xie Lian. However, maybe there was a way he could get out of this.

“Am I allowed to have visitors?” Xie Lian asked. He desperately hoped the answer was ‘no’ or ‘not without San Lang’s permission’. That was not the case, unfortunately.

“Prince Hua Cheng has ordered that you may see whoever you wish,” the guard answered.

Xie Lian rose to his feet, dusting himself off. “Very well. Please, show the general in.”

The guard paused before speaking again. “If you like, I can remain in the room with you.” His tone was concerned.

Xie Lian shook his head. “Thank you, but I would not want to offend the general by implying that I need a chaperone in his company. However, if you hear the general yelling or otherwise becoming violent, please return at once,” Xie Lian begged. He had no protection without San Lang. There were the guards, but he did not know how far they were allowed to go in his defense.

“Of course, young sir,” the guard answered with a tilt of his head. “I will show the general in.”

Xie Lian returned to the main room of the palace and knelt down by the low table. His back was perfectly straight, his hands folded neatly in his lap. He hid his apprehension behind a demure mask. That was the only proper way for a slave to look. He could deal with whatever General Pei Ming did.

The imposing man entered the room and eyed Xie Lian with a cold expression.

The slave bowed his head. “Welcome, General Pei Ming.” He kept his voice polite and respectful. No one would be able to hear the fear that was bubbling under the surface.

The man sat down across without acknowledging Xie Lian’s greeting.

“You’re dirty,” the man snapped after a long moment of silence.

Xie Lian glanced down at his clothes. Yes, he was dirty. He had gotten rid of some of the mess but there were still streaks of dirt on his hanfu.

“I was cleaning,” Xie Lian said, with a tilt of his head. Why did the man care if he was dirty or not?

“I am surprised you weren’t resting. A delicate creature like you should not strain yourself,” the general said. His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Xie Lian’s mouth formed into a thin line. “I did fall ill, but my master saw to it that I was taken care of. May I ask what I can do for you, General Pei Ming?” It was a bit rude for Xie Lian to ask that, but he could play it off as him being an ignorant and untrained slave if he had to.

A smirk pulled at the corner of the man’s lips. “Right to the point, then? Well, I am not really interested in telling you what I want.”

Xie Lian leaned back slightly, his discomfort and fear building. “If that is the case, then we have no reason to be in each other's company. If you will excuse me, I have work to do.” He started to rise to his feet.

“Sit!” Pei Ming barked.

Xie Lian instantly dropped his weight back onto his folded legs.

“I want us to have a pleasant little conversation,” the general said, his tone cold and malicious. “You will be a good little slave, won’t you?”

Xie Lian’s mind was racing. Panic threatened to overtake him. He had not thought anyone would dare overstep San Lang’s claim on him. He had believed that he was for San Lang and San Lang only. He found himself nodding, but he stopped and shook his head violently. “All I have to do is scream and the guards will come in here,” Xie Lian said, his voice a harsh whisper. He was leaning back, trying to give himself some space from the imposing man.

“Do it, ‘Dear One’. I dare you,” the man said his tone sarcastically. He must have heard one of San Lang’s names for Xie Lian and was mocking the slave. Xie Lian wanted to slap the general for daring to mock the prince, but he kept still. “I will order them to leave and if they refuse, I will kill them.” His hand was resting on the hilt of his sword as he spoke.

Xie Lian did not make a sound for several long moments. He could not be responsible for the death of someone else. “Very well, General Pei Ming,” the slave said, his voice ice cold. “What type of pleasant conversation would you like to have?”

“I want to make a deal with you,” the general said finally. He reached into his robe and took out a small carefully folded paper packet.

Xie Lian knew that medicines and poisons were kept in packages of that kind.

“I want you to put this in San Lang’s food or drink,” Pei Ming said. His tone was suddenly light and calm compared to how he had spoken before. “It’s tasteless and will appear as if he choked to death.”

Xie Lian felt horror welling inside of him. The general wanted San Lang dead. He shook his head stupidly, too stunned to speak.

“You would not be the first slave to kill their master,” Pei Ming said with a shrug. “In exchange, I will smuggle you out of the palace and set you up in a manor in the country. You will want for nothing and you will be free.”

Xie Lian finally found his voice. “Why would you do this to San Lang?” He managed to ask. “He is your friend.”

“There is no such thing as friends in this place,” the general answered. “It is politics. He has gotten in my way. San Lang thinks he owns the people around him and to keep me close he has made sure that I am not promoted. The only way for me to advance my career is for him to be dead. San Lang’s death will help us both.”

Xie Lian could not refuse otherwise Pei Ming would go to someone else and San Lang would be dead either way. Xie Lian could not let anything happen to San Lang. So he reached out and took the packet. He could not have the general being suspicious of him, so he forced himself to look at the man. “I will have my freedom?” he asked.

The general nodded. “You have my word,” he said, coldly. “I am sure I will hear the sad news before the end of the week.” He got to his feet and with a disgusted look in the slave’s direction he left.

Xie Lian sat still, trying to wrap his mind around the horror of the whole situation. One thing was for sure, he had to do something so San Lang would not be hurt. He could dump the poison and say nothing. However, Pei Ming would be free to try again. Xie Lian could instead poison Pei Ming. He was sure he could manage it, but the idea of killing someone, even Pei Ming, made Xie Lian’s stomach roll. He had never hurt anyone before. The last option was to tell San Lang, but the word of a slave against that of a general and friend of the prince was not likely to be believed. Xie Lian had the poison and there was no way to connect it to Pei Ming. He would be thought to be a slave, who had planned to kill their master and some spirit had possessed them and forced them to confess. Xie Lian had heard stories like that before.

Those were Xie Lian’s options and none of them were good. Even if San Lang did not believe him, Xie Lian would have at least warned the prince to be on guard from his friend. He would likely be killed for having the poison, but if it meant he could warn San Lang, Xie Lian’s death would at least have some meaning. The choice was made. He could tell San Lang and die. He knew his death would be terrible, but maybe he would be granted mercy. He just hoped that he would not be forced to endure Death by a Thousand Cuts but that was the punishment for treason, so it would only be fitting.

Xie Lian wrapped his arms around himself, desperately wishing that it was San Lang holding him instead. However, that was unlikely to ever happen again after the end of today.

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Xie Lian was not left alone for long. The guard returned to check on his Prince’s property, but Xie Lian sent the man away with the promise that he was unharmed. Waiting for San Lang was pure torture. Time seemed to drag on for an eternity. The sound of footsteps in the courtyard turned Xie Lian’s stomach, but he refused to allow himself to show any fear. He sat with his back and his head bowed. He would show San Lang that he was a good slave. Before Xie Lian was ready the prince was there, standing there in the doorway.

Xie Lian did not look up, instead bowing low.

“What is all this?” San Lang asked, his voice full of faults cheer. Something must have happened with his family. Well, Xie Lian would only be adding to the prince’s foul mood.
“I need to speak with you, my prince,” Xie Lian said, his voice trembling.

Instantly, San Lang was kneeling beside him. Xie Lian dared to look at the young man’s face. There was a patient, waiting expression there.

“What is wrong, Xie Lian?” San Lang demanded.

Xie Lian almost began speaking, but he hesitated. “Will you kiss me?” he asked. He hated how pathetic he sounded, but he wanted to kiss his beautiful sweet prince one more time.
San Lang was growing, but he nodded away. “You can always kiss me, my dear one,” the prince said, leaving forward to press his soft lips against Xie Lian’s own rough ones. San Lang pulled back, sweeping Xie Lian’s hair out of his face. “Now, will you tell me what is wrong? I can see you are upset.”

“Someone came here while you were gone,” Xie Lian said, slowly. He was glad that San Lang did not interrupt or rush him. He would have to force himself to start all over again. “They gave me a packet of poison. They told me to put it in your food or drink. They said I would be rewarded for killing you.” He placed the packet on the table. “I should be killed for having this.” His voice had grown more firm as he had spoken.

San Lang’s expression was unreadable, but he picked up the small paper packet. “Who was it that told you to do this?” he asked.

“General Pei Ming,” Xie Lian answered. “He did not say if anyone else was involved.” He hoped that was enough to at least have the general investigated.

Suddenly San Lang’s mouth was on his, overwhelming him with such force and excitement that Xie Lian fell back. San Lang fell over him. The prince’s tongue pushed into his mouth, exploring and demanding. Xie Lian let himself wrap his arms around San Lang, kissing back just as deeply.

San Lang pulled back to pepper kisses all over Xie Lian’s face and neck. “My sweet precious, perfect Xie Lian,” he whispered into the smaller man’s ear, his voice a harsh breath. He sat up, taking Xie Lian with him. He was smiling like a lunatic and he kept kissing Xie Lian’s cheeks and nose.

Xie Lian was beyond confused. He had thought he would have been sent away by now. San Lang snatched up the packet from where he had dropped it. He carefully opened it to expose a coarse white powder. He pressed a finger into the stuff and licked it off, still smiling.

Xie Lian gasped in horror and tried to pry San Lang’s finger from his mouth. “Don’t!” he begged.

“It is fine, my little ferret. It’s sugar,” San Lang answered, holding the packet out for Xie Lian’s inspection. The slave hesitated before dipping his finger into the stuff and tasting it. It was most assuredly sugar. He looked at San Lang, desperate for some explanation.

“I met Pei Ming on my way back. He told me what he had done. He said if I tasted sugar in something you had given me, you were dangerous and were to be dealt with,” San Lang said, setting the packet aside. “However, if you told me, you could be trusted. However, he did not tell me what he had promised you in exchange for my life.”

Xie Lian shook his head, relief overwhelming him. He suddenly felt as if he had been drained of all his will and strength. He slumped against San Lang.

“It was a test?” the slave asked. He sounded like a confused child.

“Yes. Pei Ming takes my safety seriously and without my permission, he decided he would see what you would do to me,” San Lang explained.

“He even explained why he wanted you dead,” Xie Lian said, his voice slightly numb. He had been so sure that this was the end of his comfort and joy. He had thought he would be losing San Lang and everything the prince had done for him.

“And what reason did he give?” San Lang asked. Pei Ming had not gone into many details when they had spoken, mostly because the prince had not been able to contain his distress. He knew why Pei Ming was concerned, but to place Xie Lian in such a situation was cruel.

“He said you were hurting his career to keep him close to you,” Xie Lian answered.

San Lang shook his head. “It was a good lie. I do like having the people I care about around me and I have the power to do it, but I do not put myself into such matters. It is for my father to promote those who he believes deserves it and he has honored Pei Ming many times over the years.”

Xie Lian only nodded.

“Will you tell me what he said he would do for you?” San Lang asked. He could make a few guesses, but he wanted to know for sure.

“My freedom and a home in the country, where I would be taken care of,” Xie Lian answered. Suddenly, strong arms were around him again.

“I am so sorry, my dear one,” San Lang whispered, his voice slightly choked. “That was not a fair thing for Pei Ming to do.”

Xie Lian let himself be held by his prince. “It was a good test.” He managed to smile slightly. He was glad he had passed the general’s test, but he could not say he liked the man by any means.

San Lang shook his head. “It was still a vile thing to do. If I had known he was planning that, I would have put a stop to it.”

“But then you would not have known if you could actually trust me,” Xie Lian pointed out. His prince knew that he was completely his now and that made a warmth spread through him.

“I trusted you from the moment I met you in the temple, Xie Lian,” San Lang said softly.

Xie Lian could not help but smile, but there was a touch of guilt that came with San Lang’s statement. He was still struggling to trust the prince and yet San Lang trusted Xie Lian so completely. How could he ever be worthy of the prince?

Chapter Text

Xie Lian was having trouble making himself step outside of San Lang’s personal palace. It was ridiculous. San Lang had said it was perfectly alright for Xie Lian to walk around as he pleased, but the idea of going around without having some server to perform for his master or work that needed to be done. So there Xie Lian found himself hovering just inside the doorway, daring himself to step out into the brisk morning air. He was sure the two guards standing outside thought he had gone completely mad, but he could not bring himself to do it. What if someone thought he was trying to run away? Or was disobeying San Lang?

Xie Lian shook off those thoughts. He had been told he was allowed to go where he pleased as long as he was not straying into someone else’s palace or garden. There would be guards to stop him from accidentally wandering into any forbidden grounds. He was sure San Lang would be pleased that he had actually dared to go out on his own. Picturing the prince’s smiling face, Xie Lian knelt down to put on his shoes and stepped out with his head held high. He was more than a little embarrassed when he caught sight of one of the guards nodding approvingly at him.
Xie Lian almost froze again when he reached the front gate but he refused to allow his step to falter. However, once he was outside, Xie Lian paused. He had not planned his outing beyond getting outside in the first place. He could just wander and explore the Forbidden City, but there was always the risk of running afoul with someone, but San Lang would certainly protect him. Right? He had up to this point, and there was no reason to stop now, especially as Xie Lian had proved himself to his master.

A voice snapped Xie Lian from his thoughts.

“Prince Hua Cheng has made it known that no one is to stop you from moving about freely except in personal palaces or any other area where servants are not permitted. You will be turned away from anywhere you should not enter. There is nothing to fear,” one of the guards said. His voice was brusk but not unkind.

Xie Lian turned to look at the guard with a small smile. “Thank you,” he said with a bow before forcing himself forward.

Xie Lian made no note of the path he took or much of anything beyond the beauty in the peaceful gardens and the imposing architecture. It was true; no one stopped him. In fact, he made a good exploration of a large corner of the Forbidden City. Until, he came upon a smaller palace that was aware from any of the others. It appeared almost abandoned except for some maids that were going in and out caring in boxes that appeared to hold beautiful gifts. There was only one guard at the gate and he gave Xie Lian a small nod in greeting.

Xie Lian returned the greeting. It would not do for a guard to be seen neglecting his duty to speak to a slave that was only there as long as it pleased one of the young princes.

Xie Lian moved around to the back of the palace where he had seen what looked like cherry teas. They would not bloom for several long cold months, but Xie Lian wanted to plan out the different places he would go when the trees bloomed, if he was still in the palace that is.

Xie Lian turned a corner and ran right into a young woman. The force of the collision knocked them both to the ground. Xie Lian landed with a yelp. The chastity device had pinched him painfully and it took a great deal of effort to blink back the tears that welled up in his eyes. He looked up to find himself staring into the face of a rather plain yet sweet faced woman. She had to be a little older than Xie Lian, but not by much.

“I am terribly sorry,” Xie Lian rushed to say. He tried to stand, but the pain would not allow him to move just yet. He wanted to help the poor young lady to her feet. She appeared unharmed and was staring at Xie Lian with a curious expression on her face.

“Are you alright, young prince?” she asked. Her expression was quickly morphing from concern to horror.

Xie Lian shook his head quickly. “No, I-.”

The young lady jumped to her feet, ignoring how the sudden wild movement ripped a long strip into her dress. “I will fetch someone at once,” she announced. She turned to go, but Xie Lian stopped her.

“No!” he snapped. “You must not!”

The young lady turned back, clearly confused and a little frightened at the tone in Xie Lian’s voice.

“Please forgive me, my lady. I did not intend to shout. I am no prince. You have nothing to fear from bumping into me. I am the slave of Prince Hua Cheng and as such have no standing in this place,” Xie Lian explained. He carefully arranged himself to be kneeling on the ground as was respectful. He bowed low.

“Oh,” the young lady answered. She was silent for several long moments, before she knelt down across from Xie Lian. “I won’t call anyone then. Will you tell me your name, please?”

Xie Lian glanced up at her. She seemed not to care about his status in the palace. “My name is Xie Lian, my lady.” He was unsure how to address the young women. Her clothes were too simple to be a noble, but too fine to be a maid. “Might I know your name as well?”

The young woman’s expression brightened. “It is nice to meet you, Xie Lian. I am Second Class Female Attendant Xiao Ying.”

Xie Lian nearly bashed his brains in with how quickly he put his head to the ground in a proper bow. “Madame, please forgive this stupid and insolent slave.” Horror was building up in Xie Lian like a great storm. He had knocked a member of the Emperor's harem to the ground and caused her to rip her dress. He would surely pay dearly for this transgression.

“Oh, no!” The young woman cried in desperation. “Please don’t do that. I am not upset. Truly, it was an accident.”

Xie Lian dared to look up at her. Her eyes did not have any trace of malice in them and there was nothing about her that whispered of tricks and evil games. He slowly sat up straight. “Thank you for your gracious mercy, Madame. Is there anything that this lowly slave can do to make amends?”

Without any warning the young woman sat back on the cold dry grass and began to cry quietly. Xie Lian was shocked at the sudden turn of events and looked around as if help would suddenly appear. However, there was no one there to comfort the young Madame but him.

Xie Lian closer to her, but made sure to remain fair enough away so as not to offend her sensibilities. “Madame, are you hurt?” Maybe, she had hurt herself in the fall after all.
Madame Xiao Ying shook her head and continued to make little sobbing sounds in the back of her throat.

“Is there anything I can do to help you, Madame?” Xie Lian tried again. He got a nod in response, but not further instructions. So he remained where he was waiting. He was shocked when the young lady reached out a hand and snatched his own larger one into hers. He almost pulled back in horror that she would lower herself to touch him, but upset people did a great many things that they would not do otherwise. So Xie Lian sat very still as she squeezed his hand tightly. After a moment she seemed to get herself under control, but she did not let go of his hand.

Madame Xiao Ying wiped away her tears and forced a trembling smile. “I am sorry about that. I just thought that I had met someone who would treat me normally and then you started calling me ‘Madame’ and talking like everyone else in this place. I do not like it and it has been too much.”

Xie Lian hesitated before speaking. “How would you like me to address you?” He almost called her ‘Madame’ again, but the fear of setting her off crying again silenced him.

“Please call me “Xiao Ying”. I have never had a title and I do not want one now,” the young lady stated firmly.

Xie Lian glanced around slightly nervous suddenly. “I may do so here, but it would be unwise for me to do so in the presence of anyone else.”

Xiao Ying nodded. “Thank you.” She smiled brightly. “I am from a village near Yujun Mountain. It is a beautiful place, not like here.” At that thought her nose wrinkled slightly in disgust.
“Do you not like the Forbidden City, M- Xiao Ying?” Xie Lian asked. He had to stop himself from addressing her correctly. He also had to figure out how to retrieve his hand from hers, but at the moment that seemed like an unwise idea.

Xiao Ying smiled before shaking her head. “No, I do not. I want to go back home. I do not want to be one of the Emperor’s wives.”

Xie Lian leaned forward slightly. “Xiao Ying, you must not speak like that. You could get yourself into trouble. You must learn to hold your tongue.” He could not imagine how this young lady had grown up being allowed to say as she wished so freely. She would surely put herself in danger if she continued that behavior in this place.

Xiao Ying’s shoulders dropped slightly. “I know, but I hate having to be quiet all the time. I am not meant to be here.”

“Many are not, but it is our lot in life,” Xie Lian said carefully. “How did you end up in the Emperor’s harem?” She seemed to need to talk to someone even if it was a slave she happened to bump into.

Xiao Ying looked away for a moment before speaking. “My father is a very minor official in Yujun Mountain. A few months ago, the Emperor was passing through and as there was nowhere better, he chose to enter my fathers home. I had been working all day to prepare, but I dropped the soup that was meant to be dinner onto the floor. My father flew into a rage and started to beat me horribly. The Emperor seemed annoyed at the display and told his guards to put a stop to it. My father was criticized for his poor control of his temper and the Emperor ordered that I be sent along with the Emperor’s party as a maid. I expected to be sent back to my father’s house after the Emperor’s journey was complete, but instead he married me and now I cannot leave this place.”

Xie Lian nodded along, intrigued by the young woman’s story. “I am truly sorry that you have been forced into this situation.” Their positions were not so different, but Xie Lian did not think pointing that out would be very helpful. “I hope that the Emperor has shown you mercy.” The only thing that either of them could hope for was merciful masters.

Xiao Ying huffed. “That’s the thing. He hasn’t come near me. He has given me gifts and offered me the choice of which palace I lived in. Even when I chose the one that was furthest away from everything else he did not turn back on his word. At first, I thought he was trying to win me over so I would willingly go to him, but when I offered what I thought he wanted, he outright told me that there was no need for that and I should continue on the path that I had planned to take when he meant me.”

“And what path is that?” Xie Lian asked. He could not see how the young lady could have any paths other than the one the Emperor had placed her on.

Xiao Ying suddenly looked a little embarrassed, which Xie Lian found a little amusing given that she had practically described trying to give her body to the Emperor.

“I wanted to become a priestess to the goddess, He Xiangu. Emperor Jun Wu said that I might turn my palace into a temple in her honor,” Xiao Ying explained.

Xie Lian could understand why the young lady was so devastated at being forced to marry. The priestesses of He Xiangu refused to take husbands or lovers as they plagued all of themselves to their goddess. A man would not be permitted to enter a temple built for He Xiangu, as the goddess was known to lose bad fortunes on the land, and the man who dared to do such a thing. If the Emperor allowed his second class female attendant to build such a structure, he was barring himself from entering her palace or any other man for that matter. Xie Lian did not see why the Emperor would choose to allow this. Maybe, he was hoping that having a temple dedicated to He Xiangu would bring good fortune and prosperity to the Forbbion City and the capital. It would make sense if he was worried about the state of the country and wanted something more than soldiers protecting him and his family.

Xie Lian smiled softly at the young woman. “I hope you are able to build a temple for your goddess.” It would be unusual for someone in the Forbbion City to be left in peace and able to choose their own course.

Xiao Ying brightened. “Thank you, Xie Lian, but you must tell me about yourself as I have been doing all of the talking.”

Xie Lian waved off the comment. “Not at all. I have enjoyed hearing of your plans.”

Xiao Ying gave him a scrutinizing look as if she was trying to figure out if he was hiding something or not. Xie Lian could see why she might be suspicious. She had told what was practically a stranger very personal details about her and her life. It would only make sense to suddenly be unsure or cautious. So Xie Lian told her about his life as a slave, leaving out any of the graphic details as others were too painful to divulge to anyone but San Lang. He did not want to mention what type of slave he was to his master, but it was clear to see given his fine clothes and well maintained appearance.

“Does Prince Hua Cheng treat you well?” Xiao Ying asked carefully.

Xie Lian nodded emphatically. “Yes. He has been far kinder to me than any master has before.”

Xiao Ying nodded knowingly. “That is good, but if you ever need to hide away, you are welcome to come back here. I plan to make it into a garden for the temple and as it is not part of the grounds, you are free to come here.”

Xie Lian agreed. However, he could not imagine wanting or needing to hide away from San Lang. He had seen other masters have pets before and it was always wise to know what would enrage someone like that. Xie Lian would have to find out, very carefully.