The Tyrant, Mischievous Mrs. Lin and her Triplets.

She had fought really hard to be in the power she was now, and purposely was to support her son.

"My King.." she politely bowed greeting him as her entire face was flushed red while her breathing was rugged from running down the lawns.

"Yes, what can I do for you? I don't remember summoning you here." His voice was emotionless as his head still stayed bowed going through the scrolls.

" My King, they are slandering our son, I know very well that my son is capable of having all the merits." She spoke out nervously as she held a silver of hope.

" You don't need to worry about that.. the Ministers and advisers know what they are doing and they will look into the matter." He coldly dismissed her interference.

Her heart turned cold hearing those words, ' could they have already chosen the prince to be crowned?'

"W.h.at.. what do you mean by that my King? I know my son is capable, that was just slander!" She stuttered in panic just thinking of the possibilities.

"You can go back, I think you need alot of rest, you are becoming more muddleheaded and can't discern between wrong from right." His words were like sharp arrows that pierced through into the depths of her heart.

"Did you choose a crown prince already? Who did you choose?" She maniacally shouted inquiring, she had lost all the rationality.

"The first Prince is not worthy the title and he is incapable of leading the Kingdom to prosperity.. I even feel ashamed have a son like that!" His voice was ice cold as he forcefully banged the desk.

His yellow brocade robe that was nicely designed, showcased the person in power.

She shuddered from his sudden outbursts, she dashed out of the Mental Cultivation Hall and went back to her room.

She didn't want anyone to see her looking all disheveled and muddled, she needed to calm down her emotions.

The seventh prince has been pacing back and forth anxiously in his room waiting for his mother, and then suddenly he heard footsteps.

He turned around to look at the door and saw his mother walking in hurriedly.

"Mother." He approached his mother before holding her hands as they sat down on the bed.

"My son, did the King pronounce you as the next Crown Prince?" She worriedly inquired.

The woman was in her late thirties, and her son wasn't that old, he was only seventeen years old.

The woman was wearing a brown silk dress while her hair was tied up in a bun, her face was smooth and soft, everything about her was enticing.

"Yes mother, I need your advice." He looked into his mother's eyes and could spell fear out of them.

"You don't need to be afraid mother, I will protect you." He patted his mother's hands comforting and trying to alleviate her worries.

"You have to be extra careful my son, there are so many people who wouldn't want you to succeed.. you have to be careful.. we have enemies everywhere." Her gently voice oozed with care as she held his hands tightly.

"Yes mother.. don't worry, I will be careful." He promised his mother after all in the entire Kingdom they had each other as a family.

He raised her hands and pecked them softly, "mother, you can go and rest now." He understood his mother hadn't had enough rest due to being restless.

"All right son, be careful." She walked back down into her chambers, she preferred life of seclusion.

The Dragon Queen couldn't take it, she slumped down and cried bitterly, they were almost there but now, her son was no longer considered worthy of the position.

"My son is capable! That was purely slander!" She threw the bed pillows all over the place.

"This is slander! Purely slander!" She laid down on the bed feeling heartache, they have been waiting for the perfect chance but then again it slipped past their fingers just like that.

"I will find a way." She dashed into the bathroom to freshen up and think of the perfect ways to change the decisions and that's if the seventh prince disappears or he becomes bedridden patient in comatose.

The first prince sat down thinking of a good plan or strategy to disrupt the oncoming coronation.

In the Tuna village Camp inside the dining hall, Zhou Hua was done with his breakfast.

"Guys let me go down and see the lazing people you have just said." He wiped his mouth with a dining napkin before standing up and bidding them goodbye.

He walked down the corridor into the secret chamber before opening the door and walking inside.

"Lin Hong, Lin Juan." He gently called them as he approached the bedroom.

Lin Hong flinched nervously as his fists tightened around the shirt.

"Mnnhhh.." Lin Juan lightly responded feeling his son's vulnerability, he didn't know what to do to alleviate his insecurities.

He closed his eyes and leaned on the headboard lazily while covered themselves up to his waist.

"Dad.." Lin Hong softly called as he was feeling drowsy, but he fought against sleep, he didn't want to sleep.

"If you are tired just sleep a little.. I will accompany you." He caressed his back soothing him.

"Ehhh.. Lin Juan why are you guys lazing in bed?" He politely inquired as he approached the bed.

Lin Juan opened his eyes that were golden brown and sparkled like burning fire and looked at Zhou Hua.

Seeing the frightened look in Zhou Hua, he closed his eyes, "What is it?" His eyes were controlled by his emotions and knew couldn't revert them back to normal easily.

"I wanted to see you guys, anything the matter with your eyes?" He nervously inquired, those eyes were not any ordinary of normal eyes.

"Not really.. you can go on." He dismissed him, his voice was cold and emotionless, you couldn't read anything from his face as it was frigid and nothing.

"All right, have a good day." Zhou Hua hurriedly walked away, those eyes had really scared the hell out of him.

"Good day too." Lin Juan responded back still his eyes closed.

After seeing he has gone away he opened his eyes and looked around, he could see past walls in miles and quite a far distance.

But if people stared into his eyes they could feel suffocated and intimidated at the same time.

"Dad, do you think.. do you.." he wanted him to promise him that he will never leave, but he was scared and afraid of hearing the answer.

"Sleep a little first then we can talk or do you want some breakfast?" He worriedly inquired, he could feel his son had lost lots of weight.

He shook his head, he didn't have any appetite whatsoever.