Descendants of The Dead Kingdom [Under Editing]

/¶an Xichen/

The night came after a long day. A tall and slender figure was standing under the moonlight in a lonely garden in front of a solitude pavillion. The milky white moonlight is mighty enough to increase the charm of the imperial palace of the land of the water God.

Gentle night breeze caressed his silky hair and gone far away. The once black hair eventually coloured grey due to his lack of spiritual energy. A strand of hair fallen onto his tired face and floated back along with the tip of his forehead ribbon.

Even though years of solitary meditation made his vitals weak, still his majestic aura and handsomeness remained on his well carved face. The pair of dark brown eyes, once filled with compassion and smile, contains nothingness now. Like the eyes of an old and abandoned lion waiting for its own death.

He is Lan Xichen, the former crown prince of Lan Empire.

But he didn't remembered any of his former glory! Even his own identity! He heard it from his two little servants whom he only trusted. They said he was a prince. And the Emperor is his little brother who likes him a lot.

But he didn't knew. He didn't wanted to go out or mingle with people. His mind had been empty like a black hole for a long time.

And he didn't knew that his brother was crying for him every night. He never opened his doors to the outside world for years.

Yes, he tried at first. But he couldn't remember anything. He always felt something got ripped apart from him. And that something was very...very important to him. But he couldn't find what it was. The people around him also didn't knew about it.

All these made him depressed. Now he only wanted to die in peace after losing all of his fighting spirit.

Suddenly his core got rippled. He couldn't believe himself and slowly touched his abdomen. There is a warm sensation and he can feel it. What's happening?

He felt like his head is spinning. Something got flashed in his memories. Somebody calling him.

"Lan Huan..."

He clutched on his head tightly. The voice again called out.

"I will wait for you here..."

His head felt like it's splitting apart and his heart also ached. Again that voice...

"Your highness, I love you..."

A mouthful of blood spat out by him. He raised his other hand to call someone but his senses eventually got blackened... And he fell down like that.

A porcelain cup fallen down and shattered. Following by the sound of a girl's loud crying while running heard in the silent atmosphere.

"Your highness... Your highness..."

Xu xia, the twelve years old maid supported Lan Xichen's fallen body weakly with teary eyes.

"Your highness...wake up..."

She looked back and shouted "Hui... Call imperial physician... Quick... Run..."

Hui was the other male servant. He is a ten years old child. Both of them were born from a servant girl of the late queen. Their mother died years ago. After that they were braught up by a nanny in the palace. When they send here four years ago, Lan Xichen didn't send them back instead took them in. They don't have any work apart from bring the food and help him with his garden. They also like him and very loyal to him.

Even if Xichen like it to be quiet, he never scolded them for making noise inside his territory! He even taught them how to read and write.

Xu Hui heard his big sister's cry and ran out immediately with panic after dropped his cleaning in the middle.