"Now that we've reunited as old friends... Oh, right, Xi'er, you have a cousin who's about your age. He just got his clothes wet and went to change. You'll be able to meet him soon."
As the Prime Minister's wife was talking, she suddenly remembered her old friend's good son. He was indeed a handsome man, but his complexion was too pale and his body was weak. He coughed three times with every step he took.
She looked so much like Xie Changling from before, not just in appearance, but also with the same sickly look, which made her feel a pang of pity for her, just like when she looked at Xie Changling from before.
As if on cue, a cough sounded at the door. Everyone turned around and saw a man dressed in white, his back straight, his black hair half-tied and half-loose—a truly elegant young nobleman.
The stark contrast between black and white accentuates the man's frail body; his face is as pale as paper, thin yet not bony, like a willow swaying in the wind, as if he might collapse at any moment, making the viewer's heart clench.
"Wind!"
Aunt Li Xiuxiu even cried out, her brows furrowing as she saw her son looking so pitiful.
"I've met Mother and Aunt."
Yi Changfeng walked in step by step, his white robes swaying slightly with each step, bringing a gentle breeze. He first bowed and greeted the two people in the main seats.
“Feng’er, this is the woman your mother told you about. She is your cousin, named Lingxi. The man beside her is her husband, the son of the Prime Minister, and our benefactor.”
Following Li Xiuxiu's voice, Yi Changfeng turned around and looked at Song Lingxi. When he was at home, he often heard his mother mention that he had a cousin who might not be doing well.
My mother often worried that my cousin would be mistreated and abused in a family like the Song family, but there was nothing my mother could do but silently shed tears.
Thinking of this, he wanted to meet this cousin who worried his mother and see what she looked like. But when he actually saw her, he was stunned at first glance. What a beauty she was!
All the words he had ever learned could not describe her beauty; it was like a dream, like a fairy, like a goddess. Just looking at her now was like being transported to a beautiful fairyland.
The girl had a face that was stunningly beautiful, with delicate willow-leaf eyebrows that completely framed her clear almond-shaped eyes, and long, curled eyelashes that resembled butterfly wings, fluttering as if about to take flight.
Below Song Lingxi's delicate nose was a small, rosy mouth. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her moist lips were tempting to behold.
Upon seeing strangers, she seemed a little shy, her cheeks flushing slightly, but her eyes remained bright and sparkling, filled with excitement and joy at seeing her loved ones.
Song Lingxi pulled Xie Changling to his feet, and they stood facing each other. She and Xie Changling bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, cousin."
They waited for a long time but did not receive a reply from Yi Changfeng. Song Lingxi was puzzled, but Xie Changling narrowed his long, narrow eyes and looked at his infatuated gaze, feeling a little angry.
The two seated on the high platform, Li Xiuxiu and He Xiangning, exchanged a glance, a knowing look flashing in each other's eyes.
After all, they all understood that Song Lingxi's appearance was simply too outstanding, and few people could see her without being moved by her. If they were men, they would probably have developed feelings for her as well.
"Wind, wind?"
Li Xiuxiu raised her voice, waking Yi Changfeng from his reverie. At this point, she still thought that Yi Changfeng was just stunned by Xi'er's beauty and was only slightly dazed.
Little did he know that love could arise without warning and grow ever deeper. From then on, Yi Changfeng's heart belonged to Song Lingxi, and he would protect her willingly through thick and thin.
Li Xiuxiu's reminder was like a loud bell tolling; Yi Changfeng finally heard it and realized his rudeness.
Yi Changfeng forcefully suppressed the pounding heart in his chest, his face regaining its composure, but his bright red ears betrayed his inner turmoil.
He bowed slightly and greeted Song Lingxi with a deep bow: "Greetings, cousin. I was impetuous just now."
Then, he turned slightly to Xie Changling and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Young Master."
Xie Changling remained unmoved, her eyes now scrutinizing him as if she were observing whether he harbored any improper thoughts.
Song Lingxi, on the other hand, was seeing this blood relative for the first time, someone she had never met in her previous life, and she was slightly excited.
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