Xiaoshu rubbed her head, which had been hit, and muttered softly, "Brother, I was just so happy that I blurted it out without thinking."

Da Shu glared at him again, "You still have the nerve to say that? If this were in Nan Di, I wouldn't even need to tell you, Uncle Kui would punish you himself."

Xiaoshu: "..." Okay! Brother is right, and it's fortunate that we're not in Nandi. He still prefers to stay in other countries.

The young boy was stunned by the sudden news and was somewhat at a loss. He opened his mouth, then suddenly asked, "Do you think my sister will like me?"

During the Great Heat and Lesser Heat periods, they exchanged a glance and replied in unison, "We like it, of course we like it."

"Really?"

"Absolutely true!"

Xiaoshu blinked. "Young master, how about I help you change your clothes and get ready before you go to see the princess? I guarantee the princess will fall in love with you at first sight."

The young boy clutched his pounding heart, two blushes rising on his fair and delicate face. He slowly lowered his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

After a while, the young boy regained his composure. He possessed an innate elegance and noble aura.

"Great Heat, Lesser Heat, prepare bathing supplies, this young master wants to bathe and change clothes."

"Yes, young master."

"Wait a minute." The young boy called out to the two of them, pursing his lips. "Find that red robe. Father said that my sister likes red the most."

"Yes, young master."

Dashu and Xiaoshu sighed inwardly, feeling more sorry for their young master, who was clearly just a ten-year-old child.

I only hope that the princess won't break the young master's heart.

After washing up and getting dressed, the young boy looked at himself in the mirror. His red brocade robe made his face look even more delicate, and he smiled at the mirror.

But the smile was too stiff. In his memory, it seemed like he hadn't truly smiled in a long time, and he didn't even know how to smile anymore.

It's not a big problem, just try a few more times.

Time passed second by second, and the boy's face was almost stiff from smiling. He was barely satisfied with his smile now, at least it didn't look as stiff as before.

He wanted to show his best side to his sister.

Sister, you'll probably fall for him!

"Knock knock." Da Shu knocked on the door. "Young Master, Princess Chang Le has been invited by your subordinate and is currently waiting in the study."

The boy froze, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and his heart, which had just returned to normal, began to pound wildly again.

"Yes, I will come out right away and have someone prepare some fine tea and delicious pastries to send to the princess. Do not neglect her."

Da Shu respectfully replied, "Yes, young master, I have already ordered people to make preparations. You don't need to worry about this."

All right!

The boy took a deep breath, barely suppressing his nervousness. He glanced at himself in the mirror one last time, gave himself a pep talk, and then turned and left the room.

...

In the study.

Sheng Lingwei sat in the chair, surveyed the layout of the study, and finally her gaze fell on the faceless beauty paintings hanging there.

The beauties are wearing different styles of dresses, but without exception, they are all red dresses, so it is clear that they are depicting the same person.

The backgrounds in the paintings include those of a royal palace, a horse ranch, peach blossoms in full bloom, snow falling heavily in winter, and a brother and sister playfully fighting...

Looking at these paintings, Sheng Lingwei felt a lump in her throat and a strange, indescribable feeling welled up inside her. She felt a mix of soreness, tightness, and discomfort, and she even felt like crying.

This was the first time she had ever felt this way.

As she was lost in thought, as if guided by some kind of premonition, her reddened eyes stared straight at the young boy outside the door.

The young boy met Sheng Lingwei's gaze.

His breath hitched, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes filled with anticipation, excitement, joy, trepidation, tension, and unease...

These complex emotions, in a moment, coalesced into a fan-shaped diagram.

His eyes were filled with tears, and he opened his mouth as if he had a thousand words to say, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know how to say them.

Sheng Lingwei clutched her pounding chest, her gaze fixed intently on the young boy's face, especially the red beauty mark between his eyebrows, which astonished her.

Rong Momo said that she was the only one in the world with a beauty mark between her eyebrows, and that no one else could be found. So why does this young boy have the same beauty mark as her?

Moreover, the two of them look about 60% alike.

If you said there was no relationship between them, even a ghost wouldn't believe it.

Given her age, it's impossible for her to have such a big son; this young boy is most likely her younger brother.

After all, when she left the imperial city, she personally searched the graves and used her spiritual power to examine the coffin of the original owner's mother, Yue Yuqian.

It was empty inside; there were no remains.

As one might expect, Yue Yuqian was not poisoned by the Empress, just as she had previously guessed; she simply took advantage of the situation to carry out the death shield.

Thinking of this, Sheng Lingwei's feelings were quite complicated, partly towards the original owner of the body and partly towards Yue Yuqian.

But now she was facing this younger brother she had never met before, and she felt an inexplicable tenderness in her heart. She didn't feel any aversion towards him at all; on the contrary, she quite wanted to get close to him.

This is actually the first time she's ever been someone's older sister.

The next second, Sheng Lingwei couldn't help but smile, giving the young boy a gentle smile, "Are you my younger brother?"

The boy's eyes lit up; in that instant, his eyes seemed to be filled with a sky full of stars, radiating an extraordinary light.

He nodded excitedly, opening his mouth as if to speak, but he was too excited to utter a single word.

Tears streamed down his face as he stood helplessly outside the door, his lips pursed, his clear eyes fixed on Sheng Lingwei.

They look so pitiful.

Sheng Lingwei's eyes darkened, and a pang of sorrow welled up in her heart.

He suddenly stood up, went to the boy, hugged him tightly, and patted his back reassuringly.

"Little brother, don't be nervous. Although your sister has a bad reputation, she is not the kind of unreasonable person who would hit someone for no reason. Don't be afraid of your sister."

The boy hurriedly shook his head, "No, sister, I'm not afraid of you. I'm just... just too happy, that's why I'm so flustered."

Sheng Lingwei looked down at the boy, her eyes smiling, "Alright, alright, I believe what you say, and I'm just as happy to see you."

As she spoke, Sheng Lingwei couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter, her tone filled with undisguised smugness and joy.

"Hahaha, I, Sheng Lingwei, finally have a younger brother! I finally have a younger brother!"

The young boy was overjoyed. He mustered up his courage, reached out and hugged Sheng Lingwei's waist, looked up at his long-awaited older sister, and his delicate little face was beaming with joy.

Her smile was bright and sweet, a hundred, a thousand, a million times more attractive than his stiff smile that he had practiced countless times.

The two brothers, Da Shu and Xiao Shu, who were waiting to the side, looked at their young master with happy expressions and quickly wiped the tears from their faces with their sleeves.

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That's wonderful, young master, it's been so long since you've truly laughed!