Long Chen stayed exactly where he was — lying on the soft bed in his private room inside West Castle, the grand residence where the princes and princesses of the Long Clan lived.
I can only wait for some time to go out when nobody is watching, he told himself.
He had already seen the blue screen pointing to the hidden spiritual herb on the back mountain, but right now the entire West Castle was full of servants, guards, and clan members coming and going. Sneaking out would be too risky.
Later that afternoon, the door opened gently. His mother stepped inside carrying a tray with a cup of steaming hot tea.
"Chen'er, drink this while it's hot. It will help your body recover," she said softly, her voice full of love. She helped him sit up a little and watched as he drank every drop.
After he finished, she smiled, brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, and stood up.
"Rest well, my son. Mother has to return to the King's Palace now."
She turned and left, closing the door quietly behind her.
Long Chen lay back down, staring at the ceiling. Days went by like this. He stayed in bed, pretending to be weak and sick, just as he had planned. Even though the system had shown him the opportunity outside, he still couldn't go after it. The castle was too busy, eyes were everywhere.
Although I can't reach it yet… it's still an opportunity after all, he thought with a small smile. The system is with me. I just need the right moment. with a dangerous