General An Kui, unlike the rising star Qin Yi, was a typical, honest military general.

He was eight feet tall and as strong as a bear, but unlike Qin Yi, who was full of cunning and shrewdness, he was incredibly honest.

The two men were similar in that they both only married one wife and had one child. However, General An Kui's wife passed away from illness when their daughter was three years old. General An Kui was heartbroken and did not remarry, leaving only his only daughter and his elderly grandmother, Madam Lin, in his household.

The only daughter, An Jinghe, was three years older than Lin Miao.

Sure enough, Qingyin learned the news from Dong's mother after only a few days at home.

His Majesty held a welcome banquet for the old general, inviting Qin Yi and his family. As the matriarch of the Qin family, Madam Dong had to attend. So, although she disliked dealing with these people, Madam Dong knew her place and came to Qingyin's courtyard to ask if he would like to go.

Normally, Qin Miao would either be sick or simply not want to go, and would make up an excuse to decline.

He hated the disdainful looks from some people, but when it came to Qingyin, those mocking looks were irrelevant to him, and he didn't care.

He readily agreed to Mrs. Dong's question.

Dong's mother was a little surprised to hear her son agree, but she didn't think too much about it and just assumed that her son suddenly wanted to go.

Watching the boy grow more and more handsome in just one month, Dong's mother felt as happy as if she had eaten honey.

Haha, who else in the world has a son as good-looking as her! Mother Dong thought to herself with delight.

Looking at the boy who was as radiant as the sun, Dong's mother also felt the urge to dress up her son.

Looking at Qingyin, she said, "Miaomiao, shall I prepare some clothes for you?"

Looking at Madam Dong, whose eyes were sparkling, Qingyin felt a sense of foreboding.

...

Sure enough, an hour later, Qingyin appeared as a dazzling young man, dressed in a pure red brocade robe, with a jade belt around his waist and a gold-inlaid gemstone crown.

The bright red robe, which is notoriously difficult to match, seemed to have been born to suit the young man. Instead of looking tacky, it enhanced his natural radiance and charm. His fair, jade-like face was dazzlingly bright under the ruby ​​crown, and his eyes, even more radiant than gemstones, captivated everyone's attention. His perfectly proportioned figure was accentuated by the tight-fitting robe, with a jade belt around his waist, highlighting his slender waist. When the wind blew, his skirt fluttered, as if he were about to be lifted into the heavens as an immortal.

It was a scene of unparalleled elegance and grace, and everyone in the room fell into silence and fascination.

Although the young master tried on many outfits that were extremely handsome, none of them could match the direct and overwhelming power of the red robe.

The man who had quietly arrived outside also fell silent. His son was indeed a little too good-looking.

Knowing the truth, Qin Yi couldn't help but feel puzzled. How could the child the old emperor had taken from the refugees have grown up to look like this? So extraordinary, so dazzling.

Madam Dong, who was playing a dress-up game with her son, came to her senses and hugged the young man in the red robe affectionately, exclaiming, "How can our Miaomiao be so beautiful! I'm afraid all the young ladies in the capital will be captivated by Miaomiao after she goes there."

Qingyin shyly and struggled to resist her beautiful mother's intimacy, but after trying for a long time, she could only turn her head and met the gaze of her scumbag father who had been at the door for who knows how long and was frowning.

Qingyin: "..."

"Father!"

"Ayi is here!" Madam Dong turned her head in surprise.

The intimate embrace that had been holding Qingyin so tightly came to an end.

Qin Yi smiled leisurely. Even as Madam Dong turned her head, he had already put on his usual professional smile, gentle and refined.

"Madam, are you preparing clothes for Miao'er to wear to the banquet tomorrow?"

Hearing her husband's question, Mrs. Dong's attention returned to her son's dress-up game. Her captivating fox-like eyes were full of innocence as she smiled and said to her gentle husband, "Yes, Yi, don't you think Miao Miao looks great in this outfit?"

Qin Yi glanced at the boy seemingly indifferently and nodded: "Good-looking." Almost too good-looking.

He paused for a moment, then said, "However..."

Sure enough, after he said that, Madam Dong asked him hesitantly, "What's wrong, Ayi?"

Qin Yi smiled and put his arm around the somewhat nervous Madam Dong. "This banquet is, after all, a welcome banquet for General An Kui. Miao'er's attire is a bit too conspicuous, which might not be appropriate."

Madam Dong was a woman who listened to advice. She nodded with disappointment in her eyes. This red robe was her favorite, and she had thought that her son could wear it. "Oh, I see. Then I'll have Miaomiao change into another one."

Qin Yi patted Madam Dong's head and said, "Hmm, don't be sad. If you like it, Madam, you can have Miao'er wear it for you at home."

Mrs. Dong was initially embarrassed by her husband's affectionate actions, which disrupted her thoughts. However, upon hearing his words, she was no longer sad and regained her joy.

Qingyin, who had been silently watching as her scumbag father effortlessly appeased Dong's mother with just a few casual words, thought: "..."

For a moment, I didn't know if it was because Dong's mother was easy to coax, or if her scumbag father was just too skilled.

Qingyin rubbed her temples, but two pairs of eyes fell back on her again.

"Ayi, why don't you choose what clothes Miaomiao should wear tomorrow? I've been looking for ages and still can't decide," said Dong's mother, somewhat annoyed.

Meeting her scumbag father's intrigued gaze, Qingyin felt uneasy again.

As expected, Qingyin, who had once again performed a dress-up game in front of her scumbag father, was finally exhausted and sat down on a chair. The robe she had chosen was a pure white long robe embroidered with gold bamboo patterns.

Qin Yi looked at the boy who was firmly slumped in the chair, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

He seems really tired, so I won't bother him anymore.

After the couple left, Qingyin, her eyes vacant, called out to Guo Liu, who was pouring tea: "Guo Liu, prepare hot water, I want to take a bath."

He had worked up a sweat during the dress-up game, and although he wasn't dirty, he still felt a sticky and nauseous feeling all over his body.

After showering, I went straight to bed to rest.

Qingyin thought to herself with a lazy attitude, "As for tomorrow's matters, I'll think about them tomorrow."

The next day, the early morning was still foggy and cool, but many residences in the capital had already lit up with lanterns.

Those are families who are attending banquets.

The courtyard of Qingyin was brightly lit, and seven or eight maids were surrounding the sleepy young master as he washed up and changed his clothes.

Qingyin lazily let the maid do her work until a warm cotton cloth covered his face, at which point he barely became more awake.

That's one of the downsides of ancient times. What kind of event would be held at home at five or six o'clock? Qingyin rubbed her eyes and opened her narrow eyes.

The maid who was tying his hair up was caught in the young master's captivating gaze, and her face instantly flushed red.