THE QUEEN'S NAME

The office lights of the palace were dimmed to night mode.

Floor-to-ceiling glass reflected the city below—alive, restless, unaware of the power watching over it. King Wang Yibo stood behind his desk, suit immaculate, sleeves buttoned, hands resting on the polished surface as data scrolled silently across a holographic screen.

Aid budgets.

Urban districts.

Names without faces.

A soft knock broke the stillness.

“Enter.”

The door opened, and Lin Feng, his most trusted aide, stepped inside. He had served the King for years—long enough to recognize the difference between silence and something heavier.

“Your Majesty,” Lin Feng said carefully, bowing his head. “Her Majesty requests your presence.”

For a fraction of a second, the room changed.

Not visibly.

Not loudly.

But when the Queen’s title hung in the air, Wang Yibo’s eyes shifted—darkening, cooling, as if warmth had been drained from them entirely.

“Which matter,” the King asked, voice even, distant, “requires my attention?”

Lin Feng hesitated. “She did not specify. Only that she wishes to see you.”

The Queen.

Queen An Ruoxi.

The name echoed in his mind like a sealed door he refused to open.

Wang Yibo turned away from the window, his reflection briefly visible in the glass—sharp, controlled, untouched by emotion. He reached for his jacket with precise movements, as though the request were nothing more than another scheduled obligation.

“I will go,” he said.

No irritation.

No affection.

No interest.

Just duty.

Lin Feng watched him closely. “Your Majesty… shall I postpone the remaining meetings?”

Wang Yibo paused.

For a heartbeat, his gaze flickered—not with anger, but with something colder. Something absent.

“Yes,” he replied. “Cancel them.”

As Lin Feng left, the office fell silent again. The King straightened his cuffs, face unreadable, mind already withdrawing behind walls built long ago.

The Queen waited.

And somewhere far below, in a small room near a failing hospital, Xiao Zhan slept, unaware that the man who ruled the kingdom could feel more emotion over a stranger in a shabby restaurant than over the wife who shared his title.

Wang Yibo stepped out of the office, the doors closing softly behind him.

And the cold in his eyes did not fade.

Because he didn't like the idea of meeting the queen,

Because since the beginning it wasn't love or friendship,It was responsibility,

As they say to stabilize the country.

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Just saying In someway “Lately, many families in our community have been facing difficult times due to changes around us—whether from political tensions, economic struggles, or other pressures that are affecting peace at home. In moments like these, it is important that we stay united, patient, and supportive of one another. Let us choose understanding over judgment, peace over conflict, and dialogue over division. No matter what is happening outside, our homes should remain places of safety, respect, and love. Together, we can protect the unity of our community and help each other through these challenging times."

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