"If necessary, I am more than willing to send the Imperial Doctor to diagnose the Fujiwara Family Head."
Japanese.
Imperial Palace.
Prince Maruyama Tadashi was escorting Fujiwara Takuya out of the palace. As a representative figure of the royal youth faction, the sharp-featured Prince seed to be lacking energy recently, with a faint black aura lingering around him.
"Thank you for your kind offer, Prince His Highness, but I have already hired the best dical team in Japan. Now, the only thing we can rely on is my father’s own willpower."
Maruyama Tadashi nodded.
Today’s circumstances are different from the past.
The best dical resources are not necessarily concentrated in the Imperial Palace. Although the monarchy’s system has been retained, its power has been significantly weakened.
Of course.
Even if that throne is no longer supre, it still possesses an overwhelming allure that people dream of attaining.
Maruyama Tadashi looked at the sky above the Imperial Palace and sighed softly, "May Amaterasu bless the Fujiwara Family Head to turn danger into safety soon."
Birth, aging, illness, and death are the inevitable stages of life, rules that power and wealth cannot reverse.
The current Fujiwara Family Head did not escape the ravages of ti. As he aged, various illnesses struck as arranged, barely allowing him to struggle with illness, with the full efforts of a powerful dical team.
Yet in the face of natural law, human power is ultimately too small. Even though Fujimura Yu held sway over Japan, he was powerless against death, repeatedly hanging by a thread. Recently, he was again declared critically ill, but fortunately, the Fujiwara Family gathered the top dical power in Japan, pulling him back from the gates of death.
But they only managed to pull one leg out.
The other leg remained in Yama Hall.
Last year, when Japan faced external threats, Fujimura Yu could still reluctantly co forward to stabilize the situation. But this year, he could only lie bedridden, spending most of his ti in a coma. After the most recent critical illness, he has not regained consciousness since then.
Perhaps it was because of her father’s illness that Fujiwara Reiki, as a daughter, chose this ti to arrange a marriage with the Imperial Family.
Shen Zhou has a tradition.
Bringing joy to ward off ill fortune.
Because of the ntion of Fujimura Yu, the atmosphere was affected, and both parties fell silent, seemingly feeling a bit heavy-hearted.
Praying for Amaterasu’s protection...
Whether Amaterasu is effective, a clear answer was given in the last catastrophe.
Those damned robbers ransacked their ho, not only leaving unscathed and richly rewarded but even settling in their house.
Where is Amaterasu?
When has it ever listened to the prayers and calls of its people?
A kite flew over the courtyard wall, a colorful butterfly flapping its wings and soaring.
Sounds ca from the garden.
It turned out to be the Little Princess Ya Yi holding the kite string, with Prince Wataru Tetsuya accompanying her.
What a warm scene, adding a touch of warmth to this spring day.
Infected by the scene, the passing Maruyama Tadashi and Fujiwara Takuya halted.
Wataru Tetsuya noticed, his gaze passing through the garden archway, looking at Fujiwara Takuya and his uncle standing together, then nodding with a smile.
Seeing his originally insignificant nephew, Maruyama Tadashi subtly squinted his eyes.
Fujiwara Takuya, caught red-handed, showed no panic.
After all, the other party was already engaged to his sister, and his relationship was thus inevitable.
"I’ll go say hello."
It was ti to greet.
After all, they would soon beco one family.
Maruyama Tadashi nodded silently and did not follow into the garden; instead, he left.
"Princess."
Fujiwara Takuya walked into the garden with a gentle smile.
"Mr. Fujiwara."
The Little Princess was as graceful and polite as always, not like a child imrsed in play. She imdiately withdrew her gaze from the butterfly kite in the sky to greet Fujiwara Takuya.
"Today indeed is a good day for kite flying. The Princess’s kite is truly beautiful."
Fujiwara Takuya looked up and praised.
"This is a gift from Brother Tetsuya, personally made by him."
"Is it?"
Fujiwara Takuya smiled in surprise, seemingly envying the bond between the siblings, bowing his head, "Prince Wataru Tetsuya is really good to the Princess."
"Ya Yi, play by yourself for a while."
Prince Wataru Tetsuya touched his sister’s head.
"Mm."
The maid waiting beside them imdiately ca over, taking over Wataru Tetsuya’s duty to watch over the Little Princess.
Wataru Tetsuya looked at Fujiwara Takuya, and the two walked to the side in tacit understanding.
Ya Yi ignored the two adults, once again lifting her head, wholeheartedly flying her kite.
"Imperial Uncle hasn’t been coming out lately, Mr. Fujiwara, if you have the ti, please visit more often."
A dragon erging from the abyss indeed reveals its sharpness.
Fujiwara Takuya remained unchanged, with an elegant smile on his lips.
"I will. I just hope you, Prince His Highness, understand that Li Ji is busy with affairs and doesn’t have much ti for etings with His Highness."
Though engaged, which logically should an a closer relationship compared to the Princess Ya Yi with a different father and mother, there’s a hint of tension between the two.
"Li Ji is wholeheartedly devoted to Japan, how could Tetsuya have any complaints?"
"Past discord? Not worth ntioning.
Today, I’m unrestrained and my thoughts are boundless.
In spring’s flourishing all fast my steed rides.
In a day I behold all the world’s blossoms.
Spring has arrived.
Prince Wataru Tetsuya’s spring has also arrived.
With the engagent to Fujiwara Reiki, his notoriety skyrocketed, no longer just a forgotten and insignificant figure at the fringe of the Imperial Family.
Enduring till now, wasn’t this the opportunity he awaited?
"It seems His Highness and Li Ji’s affection runs deep."
Fujiwara Takuya remarked with apparent comfort.
Responding with composure despite his unremarkable appearance, Wataru Tetsuya said, "To marry Li Ji would be a great fortune for any man, and I am no exception."
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