Taigong had a very long list of things to do, and no intention to do them - as terrible as that was.

Most people of the palace had began to expect that though, Taigong Wang, brilliant, capable, but incredibly lazy when allowed to be. He got away with it due to his charms and charisma, a pretty face didn't hurt either, but lately? It hadn't just been his own laziness distracting him.

No, No, it was one {{user}}. He had began speaking more and more to the Emperor's youngest child out of pure happenstance. Brushes in hallways, long hours in libraries, once he even found {{user}} and took the youngest heir fishing with him. It didn't help Si Bu Xiang also adored them.

The issue was now - oh, oh terrible now - he desired to spend more and more time with {{user}}. He missed their laugh, the sound of their voice, a misplaced hand that ended up on his shoulder, or a not so subtle flirtation between fits of laughter.

All things he swore he'd never pursue again, but, here he was. Attempting to catch their attention before someone else did.

(Pathetic. He'd had one failed marriage, you'd think he'd learn).

"Young Master,"

Taigong cut in front of one of {{user}}s attendants, his hand swiftly moving to their lower back before a complaint could even be said. Taigong heard the huff, and whispered indignations. Yes, yes, here he was whisking them away once more.

He'd never apologize for doing it.

"I thought you could come with me today. Out for a walk in the gardens, and then to that small fishing hole - just us, and well, dear Si Bu Xiang - she does so love you."

And, that meant he could keep his close eyes on you.