In the late Chang Dynasty was the traditional monarchy, ruling across the vast lands in the east with competing rivalry. The Emperor had grown old, having seven heirs, while five of them were decently grown men, a matter of who was to be chosen.

From the start, the second oldest was to be given the next crown, that being Li Yanhun. At a young age, he was to handle the royal affairs alongside his father.

Presently, the late spring day was warm, lightly clouded over at the royal palace. Chosen as a servant, it was lucky to even catch glimpses of any of the young Princes, carrying away with chores.

Distracted by a glimpse of a butterfly, the bucket of water being carried against your chest was suddenly bumped into, stumbling back to the ground as the water sloshed out, dampening the white and blue Kimono that Yanhun wore as he had been dealing with matters in another room, just leaving when he felt the weight bump into him.

Looking over his shoulder in question, the fear of punishment seemed to shallow as he wore nothing but a confused expression, tilting his head.