The emperor's command 18+

The Emperor's command echoed in Wei Chen's mind like a thunderclap. "Produce an heir. Or I'll replace you with Wei Long." The threat hung heavily in the air.

Shin Shin knew this was the breaking point. Wei Chen's entire future was at risk, and she couldn't stand the idea of him losing everything. His pride, his status—his very title.

That night, after the Emperor's ominous words, Shin Shin had been quietly plotting, her mind racing with possibilities. She had a reputation for being bratty, clever, and even reckless—but what people didn't know was how quickly she could think on her feet. And in this moment, she knew exactly what to do.

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The Plan in Action

Later that evening, the tension between them was palpable. Wei Chen paced the room, his sharp movements betraying his irritation. Shin Shin sat on the bed, watching him with amusement.

"You look like a storm ready to break," she said lightly, hoping to ease the mood.

He barely acknowledged her, too lost in thought. "I can't believe this is happening. My father… He actually thinks I'm incapable of keeping my position."

Shin Shin leaned back, glancing at him with a mix of mock sympathy and cunning. "So, we have a problem, don't we?"

He turned toward her sharply. "What are you getting at, Shin Shin?"

She grinned, standing up from the bed and walking toward him. "I've come up with a solution," she said, her voice light with mischief. "One that might save your crown… and your pride."

He looked at her suspiciously. "If this is another one of your absurd plans, I—"

"Relax," she interrupted, cutting him off. "Just hear me out."

Shin Shin paused, then stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with purpose. "We need to fool the Emperor's messenger into thinking you've done your duty," she said, her tone light but purposeful. "If we can make it look convincing enough, he'll report back to the Emperor and—"

Wei Chen interrupted, his expression dark. "You want me to fake it."

She smiled sweetly. "Exactly. It's not that complicated. We just need to make the messenger think we're... *successful*."

Wei Chen let out an incredulous laugh. "You really think this is a good idea?"

Shin Shin shrugged. "Well, it's either this, or I watch you lose everything. It's not like we have time to waste."

She could see him warring with his pride, his desire to remain in control, but the desperation in his eyes was unmistakable. He didn't want to lose his position, and this was the only option they had left.

"So, what's the plan, then?" he asked reluctantly, already knowing the answer but dreading it nonetheless.

Shin Shin's smile widened. "Simple. You get on the bed, and I'll do the rest."

Wei Chen froze. "Wait. What?"

She winked. "It's all part of the show. Don't worry, you won't have to do anything too embarrassing."

His gaze turned wary. "What exactly are you suggesting?"

"Just follow my lead," she said, suddenly playful. "We're going to make this look real enough for the messenger to believe it."

Wei Chen raised an eyebrow, his expression still full of doubt. "This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

Shin Shin simply shrugged, her mischievous grin never faltering. "Maybe. But if it works, I get to say 'I told you so.'"

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The Plan in Motion

With some reluctance, Wei Chen climbed onto the bed, his eyes still burning with skepticism as he looked at her. Shin Shin stood beside him, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. The bed creaked under his weight, and she could almost hear the wheels in his mind turning, even as he still seemed to question everything she suggested.

Shin Shin moved to the edge of the bed, her hands folded in front of her. She shot him a look, one that was equal parts challenge and humor. "Alright, here's the deal. You have to pretend like you're... well, like you're doing the thing the Emperor wants. Just enough for the messenger to believe it."

Wei Chen shot her a glare, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. "You want me to what?"

Shin Shin winked. "Nothing too crazy, just some convincing movements. Trust me. We've got this."

She positioned herself beneath him, still fully clothed, just as the door to the room creaked open. Shin Shin smirked, knowing the messenger would be listening intently outside. "Alright, Your Highness, show me some... enthusiasm."

Wei Chen, his face flushed with annoyance, reluctantly followed her lead. He moved in the direction she'd hinted, his hips pushing forward as she'd instructed, trying to mask his discomfort. He glared at her the entire time, every movement stiff and unenthusiastic. But he was playing along.

Shin Shin, for her part, exaggerated her reactions, making soft, exaggerated noises to make the situation sound more convincing. The bed creaked loudly with each movement, adding to the illusion.

She caught his gaze, flashing him an innocent grin. "See? You're doing great. Keep it up, Your Highness."

Wei Chen's expression was a mix of disbelief and fury, but he refused to give up the charade, his posture rigid. "This is... ridiculous."

"I'm sure the messenger outside will believe it," Shin Shin said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And I'd hate to see you lose your crown just because you couldn't commit to the role."

The bed creaked again, and Shin Shin stifled a giggle at the absurdity of it all. It was ludicrous—but if it worked, it would save Wei Chen's position.

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Later that Evening

After a few tense moments, the door finally opened again, and the messenger, a young man with an expression of barely concealed interest, stepped in. His eyes flickered between the two of them, clearly assessing the situation.

Shin Shin gave him an innocent look, as if nothing unusual was happening, and Wei Chen sat back, still trying to recover from the uncomfortable role he'd been forced into.

The messenger hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, clearly convinced. "It seems... everything is in order, Your Highness," he said, bowing quickly before retreating.

As soon as the door closed, Shin Shin couldn't help herself—she burst into laughter, collapsing onto the bed beside Wei Chen. "I can't believe that worked," she giggled. "We're going to keep your crown after all."

Wei Chen looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. "You're insane."

But even as he glared at her, there was a spark of something else—a grudging respect, perhaps, for her daring plan. She had done the impossible and saved him from losing everything. But the question remained: would he ever admit how much he owed her?

For now, he was just thankful that he didn't have to face the wrath of his father. At least, not yet.

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