The Tyrant, Mischievous Mrs. Lin and her Triplets.

The soldiers tagged behind them protectively.

Reaching the training grounds, Wu Xue picked up a bow and some arrows before they began practicing.

She began with moving targets at quite some distance, 100 metres, 200 metres upto five hundred metres.

Each round she shot ten times testing how far she can get to, the soldiers reported what they were doing to the King.

"You said she has been busy practicing?" He stood up pacing back and forth.

" Yes, she is strictly practicing archery in the training grounds." The soldier who was wearing the uniform and armor reported with his head bowed.

"All right, just make sure she is safe." He dismissed him before the Generals walked in.

"Long live my King." They knelt down and kowtowed in respect.

" You may rise." He raised his head looking at the three men who were his military troops commanding Generals.

They stood up as they looked up at the King, "we came over to discuss about the upcoming war outbreak." One of the three men spoke out confidently, he was tall about 172cm with muscular body, his skin color was tanned and looked scary.

"What do you think is the best option we have to avoid the war." He leaned on the chair looking at the men infront of him.

"I don't think we can escape this war, we will have to battle it out." One of the Generals responded looking at the King.

" Ooohhh, we don't have any other options, can't we suggest marriage allegiance?" He frowned lightly as he looked at the scrolls on his desk.

" The person that they want you know who she is and how she is." Another one responded.

" All right, let's do this; discuss the possible ways to guard the borders, we need to check if we do have any rebels." He stood up and walked down the stairs into the Hall before heading down to the Soldier Camp.

"We don't have any accurate maps of the borders." One of the Generals spoke out as they tagged behind him.

" It's okay, we can improvise something for the time being." He responded as his footsteps hastened down the training grounds.

He passed by and saw how Wu Xue was busy training, he halted in his footsteps, frowned lightly before walking away.

"Wu Xue, the King is looking in our direction." Xie murmured across Wu Xue after noticing the sharp eyes that were eying them.

"Don't mind him, just mind your own business." Wu Xue snorted coldly as she tied to the dress and went on with practicing, she was wearing boots that enabled her to move freely while her hair was tightly tied up.

Xie looked at Wu Xue who was behaving like a boy and lightly smirked, she could feel the seriousness she had towards training.

"All right." She nodded her head before they continued practicing.

In the Dragon Kingdom, The Dragon King arrived at the Mental Cultivation Hall and paced around anxiously, he was unable to sit down comfortably.

The Dragon Queen was dragged back to the chambers and the soldiers licked the door before guarding it.

"Damn it!" She punched the table roughly feeling annoyed and bitter.

"Open this damn door and let me out!" She forcefully struck it as it's sounds reverberated.

"Open this damn door!" She struck it roughly several times.

" My Queen.. you heard the orders of the King, so we are not opening the door." One of the guards responded politely.

" I'm giving you orders right now, open this door now." Her cold voice sounded.

One of the soldiers opened the door as the Queen stepped out of the room, they knocked her out over sudden.

"Let's put her on the bed." The soldier spoke out as they carried her inside and placed her on the bed and covered her up.

They returned and locked the door before guarding it.

The First Prince walked into the Mental Cultivation Hall and felt the tensed up atmosphere and got a bit nervously.

"Greetings Father.." he kowtowed in respect as he awaited for the King to speak out.

The Dragon King had given him his back, he turned around to face his 'good son ' while holding one of his merits.

"Two decades ago, what did you do in the Forbidden City?" He lightly inquired as he sat down.

" Forbidden City?" He raised his head in surprise looking at his father, he was of a slim figure.

He was wearing a black brocade robe while his hair was nicely tied up with a gold hair pin.

"Why do you ask about that father? It's decades ago, how can I remember it." He nervously responded.

" How can you not remember it? It was something of sensational and you my son led the team and many soldier troops to defeat the Southern army." He snorted out coldly.

" Father.." he nervously looked at his father while he was still on his knees.

"You are really my good son. You are to be under house arrest for the next one month, you are relieved off your duties." He dismissed him as he felt disappointed.

If he had fought that battle that claimed so many of his soldiers' lives, he could have remember it at the mention of Forbidden City.

Every details and memories could have been etched in his mind and heart. He felt disappointed.

"These are my orders, crown the seventh prince as the Dragon Crown Prince and let the coronation be prepared immediately." He at down on the chair heavily.

He closed his eyes feeling exhausted, the First Prince who had just arrived at the exit door halted in his steps and paled.

"Father..." He turned around to face his father, trying to question his decision.

'Why didn't they choose him as the next heir, he was fit to and achieved do many merits.'

"What? You think you are capable of governing the kingdom? Or are you expecting to be picked up as the next crown Prince?" He raised his head as he coldly retorted back.

" No father, your decisions are right always." He conceded defeat but hid the deep hatred deep inside his heart.

' I will wait for the perfect time, I will let you win this time, I will certainly fight back.' with that in mind he stomped away out of the Hall.