Now it seems that the Seventh Prince is as cold and taciturn as the rumors say, but Cheng'er is more lively. The cold and hot relationship between these two brothers is quite interesting.
"Cheng'er, can I still call you that? Or should I call you Xiaoba? Zhaoyun?"
Yan Zhaoyi was a little conflicted when she thought about the fact that Emperor Jingxi changed Yan Cheng's name after he entered the palace, so she turned to ask Yan Cheng for his opinion.
"Aunt, please just call me Cheng'er. I've gotten used to this name over the years. And you always call me Cheng'er at home. Now that I've changed it, you won't be used to it, right?"
Cheng'er.
The seventh prince next to him silently kept this title in mind.
The aunt and nephew, who had not seen each other for a long time, had a lot to say, and they talked nonstop. The seventh prince next to them just watched them silently.
This was the first time the Seventh Prince met Concubine Yan.
How to put it, Yan Zhaoyi gave him a different feeling from other concubines.
She is more real and more like a human being. Even though she is full of illness, she still has a vitality.
Unlike some concubines who stayed in the harem for too long, they gradually became assimilated into the huge and cold imperial palace, leaving only a sense of numbness.
The seventh prince began to understand why his father had liked Concubine Yan so much in the past few years.
Perhaps because they were used to seeing the same scenery all over the palace, they couldn't help but feel curious when they suddenly saw something different, so they paid more attention to it.
"Mother, I'm awake. I heard that two of our brothers have arrived."
The voice arrived before the person appeared. The aunt and nephew turned their heads at the same time, and the Seventh Prince also looked to the side.
I saw the delicate and cute little guy running out, tilting his little head and looking left and right, his eyes shining.
Then she frowned, rolled her eyes, and rushed over to throw herself into the arms of the Seventh Prince.
"Wow, is this the cousin that Mother mentioned, and also Bahia's brother?"
The tender and clear voice of the child made Yan Zhaoyi and Yan Cheng burst into laughter, and even the usually expressionless Seventh Prince softened his expression.
"Then you've got the wrong person, Ying'er, come here." Concubine Yan beckoned towards the eleventh prince, "This is your eighth brother, and that is your seventh brother."
The eleventh prince did not go to Yan Zhaoyi, but threw himself into Yan Cheng's arms again.
"Hello, Eighth Brother, Ying'er didn't recognize the wrong person on purpose. It's because you and Seventh Brother look too much alike. Please don't be angry, Eighth Brother."
"I'm not angry."
Yan Cheng picked up the little guy. He was lighter than he had imagined. He looked thin, and actually he was very thin. The little guy was not very healthy.
He smiled and said, "As long as Eleventh Brother can tell who is who between me and Seventh Brother next time, that'll be fine."
The Eleventh Prince cried out, looked at the Seventh Prince, then at Yan Cheng, his face twisted into a knot: "This seems a bit difficult."
"Really?" Yan Cheng looked at the Seventh Prince, whose face was as stern as a log. "Actually, I think it's quite simple. Even though Seventh Brother and I look alike, I can still tell who's who."
"They all look the same, how can we tell who is who?" The Eleventh Prince was confused.
Yan Cheng smiled and said, "That's something you'll have to figure out for yourself, Eleventh Brother."
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