A long procession stopped at the entrance of the Duke of Jingguo's mansion. The carriage curtain was lifted, and a figure in blue bent down and crawled out of the carriage. After getting off the carriage, the person was tall with thin shoulders, but that face instantly brought tears to Song Yue's eyes.

My brother's face really does resemble my mother's!

My elder brother has a gentle and refined temperament, and his every move reveals his inherent humility and politeness.

The newcomer lifted his robes, knelt on both knees, and kowtowed heavily to Princess Jiahua: "Your son kowtows to pay his respects to Mother."

Princess Jia Hua rushed down, bent down to help the man up, and looked at the young man in front of her, whose image gradually overlapped with that in her memory.

It's Chuan'er, it's her Chuan'er!

"Chuan'er... no, from today onwards, Mother will change your name to Zhen'er, how about that?" Princess Jiahua's tone was gentle, her eyes filled with guilt.

She deserves to die.

Neither of them realized that Song Hengchuan had been switched at birth.

"Thank you for the name, Mother." Song Zhen's eyes reddened. "Take care of yourself, Mother."

Princess Jia Hua smiled slightly.

Song Zhen's gaze shifted to Song Yue, his clear eyes filled with tenderness. He gently said to Song Yue, "A-Yue."

"Big brother!" Song Yue's nose tingled with emotion, and she threw herself into Song Zhen's arms.

From this day forward, she has an older brother, and he loves her dearly.

Song Zhen touched Song Yue's dark hair: "Eat your food and take care of yourself. You're too thin."

Song Yue looked up at Song Zhen. Actually, Song Zhen was also very thin, and her clothes were loose and baggy.

“Princess, perhaps we should discuss these matters upon returning.” Prince Shen cautiously interrupted the conversation.

Princess Jia Hua smiled gently: "Zhen'er, I'll be waiting for you to come back."

"Okay." Song Zhen waved to the two of them.