"After all, you're not their biological son."
The aloof young man sitting opposite me had black hair, sword-like eyebrows, thin lips, a pert nose, and a tall, straight figure. Although the color of his eyebrows and eyes was light, it perfectly matched the young man's own characteristics, like a snowflake falling in winter, cold and aloof, inexplicably attractive.
The person who asked him the question was his good friend, Wang Minghuai, the eldest son of an imperial censor. He was also handsome, and compared to the cold-tempered young man, the man was like the rising sun in winter, shining brightly but without a trace of warmth.
Lin Nanxu didn't look at his friend across from him, and simply said coldly, "Whatever."
“Even if I didn’t have the Lin family background, I would still go to the capital.”
This is Lin Nanxu's pride, his deep-seated confidence in his own talent.
Wang Minghuai smiled and gave Lin Nanxu a thumbs-up: "Yes, I knew it. Our young master Nanxu has the ability."
Wang Minghuai picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said, "However, Young Master Nanxu, you should have seen the real young lady by now, right? What does she look like? Is she pretty?"
"Appearance is merely an external thing and should not be discussed lightly."
"You are upright."
Lin Nanxu paused, suddenly remembering those clear and calm eyes.
Wang Minghuai didn't really need to know what the real heiress looked like. Seeing that his friend was unwilling to answer, Wang Minghuai gave up his curiosity and focused on enjoying his tea.
The aroma of tea filled the air today, and he even caught a glimpse into his friend's gossip; Wang Minghuai was already content.
...
"Miss, are you up?" In the clean and tidy courtyard, a maid in a green dress came to the door with a bowl of hot porridge and asked softly.
"Come in."
A soft, gentle female voice came from inside the room. Xiang Lian's ears turned slightly red. She felt that the young lady's voice was the most beautiful voice she had ever heard, as sweet as honey.
Qingyin got up from the bed, dressed in her undergarments, and felt no chill despite it being early summer.
Xianglian couldn't bear to see her young mistress so cold, so she quickly put down the plate in her hand and hurriedly and skillfully changed Qingyin into a plain blue lotus dress.
"Although it is summer, Miss, you should not be too cold. If you get a fever, you will feel very uncomfortable."
The chattering maidservant talked as she worked.
Qingyin obediently accepted the scolding without arguing, even though she had just gotten up.
"Okay, I understand."
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