Yan Cheng stood beside Emperor Jingxi, looking calmly at the eight people who were approaching him.
There were two people walking side by side in the front. They looked much younger than the people behind them. It was quite interesting that they were walking in front instead of the older ones.
Of the two men, the young man on the left was shorter, and the young man on the right was taller. Yan Cheng looked at him for a while longer and guessed that he was the fifth prince.
Because Yan Cheng saw the shadow of Yan Luo in his face. If Yan Luo was a few years older, the two would look more alike.
Chu Yuan once said that Yan Luo looked like the old man of the Chu family, that is, Chu Yuan's father who had passed away long ago.
The fifth prince's biological mother, Chu Xiuyi, is the daughter of Chu Yuan's stepmother. The fifth prince looks a bit like the old man of the Chu family, so it makes sense that he looks similar to Yan Luo.
At this moment, the two of them walked steadily and revealed a bit of eagerness, perfectly embodying their joy and excitement, as if they were truly happy that a prince had returned to the royal family.
But human hearts are unpredictable, who knows what they are thinking.
He passed over these two people and looked at the others, his eyes only briefly scanning their faces, and his gaze uncontrollably fell on the face of a half-grown boy.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. Normally, the tallest or shortest person should be more eye-catching, but he was particularly concerned about a boy who was neither tall nor short.
And this young man is not the seventh prince who looks almost identical to him.
hiss--
Yan Cheng's lips turned a little pale, and his brain ached slightly, as if a hammer was knocking on his head. The more this happened, the more he stared at the half-boy.
He endured the sudden dizziness and tried to maintain a nonchalant mask, but he was alert in his heart.
Who is this boy?
Just seeing her once made his brain buzz.
Yan Cheng endured the pain and flipped through the thick memory book, but he couldn't find the face of the teenager after flipping through it again and again.
I can't help but wonder if it's not the young man who has a problem, but he himself has a problem, is he really sick?
"Your son greets His Majesty."
Eight different voices with the same content fell at the same time, mixed together, and it was impossible to tell who was who. However, Yan Cheng's ears accurately recorded the sound of a duck's voice.
The inquiring gaze fell on a black skull, but the person was unconscious.
Emperor Jingxi: "Everyone, get up. These are your brothers. You should get along well with each other."
The princes stood up. The fifth prince, who looked a bit like Yan Luo, stepped forward and wanted to pat Yan Cheng's shoulder enthusiastically, "Eighth brother, I am your fifth brother. You and Seventh Brother look so much alike."
When the Ninth Prince heard the Sixth Prince speak, he reflexively turned his head to look at him, then frowned and curled his lips.
Although Yan Cheng was absent-minded in his thinking state, his body had an instinct. When the hand reached out to him, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it. The Fifth Prince hissed.
"Eighth brother, why are you so strong? Hiss, it hurts! Let me go!"
It was this sound that brought Yan Cheng back to his senses. His dark pupils were tinged with emotion. He looked at the Fifth Prince warily but ignored the young man's pouting.
Realizing that this was the Palace of Heavenly Purity and that the Fifth Prince in front of him had no intention of harming him, Yan Cheng obediently let go of his hand and apologized softly and innocently.
"There are already marks. Eighth brother, you were too harsh, weren't you?"
A red handprint appeared on his numb wrist, and the Fifth Prince looked at Yan Cheng with resentment as he looked apologetic.
Yan Cheng sincerely apologized again, then looked at Emperor Jingxi, thinking that both father and son liked to touch him, this was indeed the power of heredity.
"Eighth brother may not be used to the palace yet, fifth brother, don't take it to heart." The sixth prince stepped forward to smooth things over.
"Your brother didn't mean it. As an older brother, Xiaowu, you should be more generous and stop being so picky."
Since Emperor Jingxi had spoken, the Fifth Prince naturally had to be generous. He suppressed his annoyance and continued to act like a good brother. Having learned from his previous lesson, he did not touch her this time.
He took the initiative to introduce the princes to Yan Cheng: "Eighth brother, this is your sixth brother, this is your eldest brother..."
The eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince seemed to be wearing three identical masks.
Everyone has an indifferent look on their face, as if they have seen through life, without sadness or joy. People who see them are afraid that they will become monks the next moment.
Compared with them, the fifth and sixth princes were like young eagles at the entrance of a cave, eager to fly. They were young and energetic, full of fighting and tentative spirit.
When the Seventh Prince was introduced, the Fifth Prince smiled and said, "I don't need to introduce him, do I? Just by looking at his face, you know who he is, right?"
The Sixth Prince said, "I've always heard that my Seventh and Eighth Brothers look alike, and I wondered how much they could be alike. Now that you two are standing together, I realize that twins can really be exactly alike, even down to their body shapes."
In fact, their body shapes shouldn't be so similar. Yan Cheng's original body shape was not as thin as it is now, and he still had some flesh on his body.
But he vomited blood several times while practicing martial arts some time ago, and his family members prepared a lot of blood-enriching food for him, but Yan Cheng ate so much that he had no appetite.
In addition, Aunt Liu said that his current physical condition was very strange and it would be best for him to eat something light. After his family knew about this, he started eating light meals every day, which made him lose his appetite even more.
Then he lost weight.
"...Eighth brother, I am your seventh brother."
The Seventh Prince observed his brother's expression with a little nervousness, and when he saw him smile gently, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that my younger brother has a good impression of him and should not dislike him.
In fact, before coming to see Yan Cheng, the Seventh Prince was very nervous.
He was afraid that his younger brother would resent him. They were brothers from the same mother and born on the same day, but their fates were different. For so many years, one of them enjoyed wealth and honor in the palace, while the other lived in a separate home outside the palace.
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