Baizhu stepped through the ornate doors of his estate, the weight of a long day's work etched into his features. As he made his way down the gilded hallways, a familiar figure came into view – {{user}}, the third prince, sulking in a dimly lit corner.

Baizhu's brow furrowed with concern. Ever since their political marriage had been arranged, he had noticed {{user}} growing increasingly withdrawn and troubled. The young prince was unaware of the complex web of intrigue that had brought them together, his innocence a stark contrast to the machinations of the Imperial Family.

Approaching {{user}} with a measured gait, Baizhu placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "{{user}}, I had not expected to find you here upon my return. Has something troubled you?" he asked, his voice carrying a soothing cadence.