The side hall next to the main hall of the palace was brightly lit.

The side hall is divided into an outer hall and an inner hall. At this moment, a handsome man with an air of nobility is sitting in an inconspicuous seat in the inner hall.

This person is none other than Prince Shang Changze of the Qingyan Dynasty, who is only twenty years old and has just passed the age of twenty.

With her elder sister being the most beautiful woman in Qingyan, Shang Changze, her younger brother, is naturally also impeccably handsome.

The only difference is that Shang Changge's beauty is flamboyant and sharp, while Shang Changze's handsomeness is calm and gentle.

And this composure and gentleness

These are precisely the admirable qualities that a crown prince, the future heir to a dynasty, should possess.

After all, whether it's commoners or ministers, who wouldn't like a crown prince who looks like a wise ruler and is also capable?

"Squeak."

The side hall door opened and closed, and the hawk-like eyes of the sword-wielding guard beside Shang Changze swept over the human-shaped cardboard cutout of Chu.

Upon seeing that it was Shang Changge who entered, he suppressed his murderous aura, cupped his hands, and bowed in greeting.

"Greetings, Princess."

Shang Changge walked past him, her beautiful eyes immediately turning to her handsome younger brother.

Although he already knew clearly what the handsome younger brother looked like from the original owner's memories,

But when he saw the face that looked exactly like his older brother, he was stunned.

Shang Changze: "Sister!"

Shang Changze strode up to Shang Changge, lowered his head, and his beautiful eyes revealed undisguised concern.

"Sister, I heard you were almost poisoned and then assassinated, and I was so worried about you that I secretly came back ahead of time..."

Shang Changge couldn't hear or understand what Shang Changze was saying.

Scenes flashed through my mind of growing up together with my older brother, and then of him dying in a self-destruction.

Tears blurred my vision, my throat tightened, and I opened my mouth, carefully uttering the word that had been dormant in my heart for so long:

"elder brother."

...

...

The inner hall fell silent. Shang Changze couldn't understand why his elder sister had suddenly looked at him with red eyes and called him "brother."

He didn't understand why, upon hearing his elder sister call him "brother," he felt a momentary tremor and an indescribable bitterness well up in his heart.

"Sister..."

The voice, neither too loud nor too soft, addressed as "Sister," pulled Shang Changge back to reality like a bucket of cold water.

Shang Changge is a rational person. After receiving the answer, he quickly accepted reality and gradually calmed down.

Isn't he the eldest brother?

That's true, it's impossible for so many good things in the world to fall into her lap all at once.

The ability to be resurrected and regained, and a younger brother who looks exactly like his older brother.

These people are already many times luckier than others; to ask for more would be too greedy... far too greedy...

"nothing."

Shang Changge's voice was slightly hoarse as he suppressed his turbulent emotions and forced a smile.

She reached out and touched Shang Changze's face; being sad didn't stop her from spouting nonsense:

"My sister just feels that Changze has changed a lot since we last saw each other."

He's becoming more and more like an older brother, while his older sister has become the younger sister who needs your care and concern.

Although the two are two years apart, Shang Changze is already over twenty.

When the siblings stood together, Shang Changze was a whole head taller than Shang Changge.

Shang Changze ignored the bittersweet tremor in his heart and obediently lowered his head.

Shang Changge touched his own face, a deep smile on his face, clearly happy to be the older brother.

“If you like it, sister, we can take turns calling each other ‘brother’ in private. I will call you ‘sister’.”

Remembering something, his eyes, just like Shang Changge's, darkened.

The lurking killing intent that had flashed across his face vanished in an instant, replaced by clarity as he looked at Shang Changge.

His demeanor was that of a mature man and the future crown prince, composed and dignified, as if he were making a promise after making a certain decision.

"Sister, don't be afraid."

"I assure you that something like this will never happen again, and I will make the person who harmed you pay the price."

Having calmed down, Shang Changge looked at her handsome younger brother, who was reassuring her not to be afraid, and felt a slightly complicated feeling:

Well, actually, she wasn't that scared.

After confirming that she had regained her powers, she felt much more confident.