Why is my second brother, who usually never lifts a finger and only loves to bury himself in books, suddenly being so attentive, taking on the task of serving soup?
So that's where he was waiting!
“Uh…” Pei Xueqiao chuckled dryly, “I’ve already used it at the yamen.”
The words had barely left his mouth when—"Gurgle..."
A very clear rumbling sound from the stomach suddenly rang out in the quiet dining hall.
The scene was quite awkward at one point.
Pei Xueyan's smile deepened as she slowly ladled out a bowl of thick soup.
“Father has drunk, and so have I. Brother, there’s no need to resist any longer. Please sit down and eat.”
Pei Xueqiao sighed resignedly and sat down as instructed.
Looking at the bowl of soup in front of him, which was dark in color and had a slightly peculiar texture, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What kind of porridge is Mother making?"
"This is yam and mutton soup."
Pei Xueqiao: ...
After finishing the meal in one gulp, the bowl of warm, greasy porridge was quite cloying.
The servants prepared two bowls of light, calming tea, and the two brothers, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, moved to the study.
Pei Xueqiao recounted his experiences during the disaster relief mission and his initial experience at the Department of Ceremonial Affairs.
Pei Xueyan then talked about the current situation of the Imperial Academy, and which students in the current academic year were particularly talented and had a good chance of passing the imperial examination.
The atmosphere was harmonious and warm. Seeing that the calming tea in the cup had cooled to a pleasant temperature, Pei Xueqiao raised the cup to drink.
Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind: "I heard that my brother is fond of the Sixth Prince."
puff!
Pei Xueqiao spat out the entire mouthful of tea, followed by a heart-wrenching, frantic cough.
He choked so badly that his face turned red and tears streamed down his face.
"You...you..."
Pei Xueyan remained calm and took a sip of tea from her cup.
Yes, it's confirmed now; it wasn't his father trying to fool him.
Pei Xueqiao quickly got up and almost staggered to the study door, where she flung it open and looked outside.
Fortunately, the Prime Minister's residence had strict rules, and no one had ever dared to approach the study to eavesdrop. The outer corridor was deserted.
He closed the door behind him, bolted it, and then strode back to his younger brother's side.
He leaned down, lowered his voice, and said urgently and angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? Don't ruin the Sixth Prince's reputation..."
Heh, Pei Xueyan chuckled inwardly.
No matter how splendid your inner world is or how outstanding your literary talent is, does Your Highness need to care about your "illustrious" reputation outside?
"What is your brother thinking?"
Pei Xueqiao sat heavily back in her chair, her face still flushed, but her expression became complicated. After a moment of silence, she whispered:
"There's something I haven't told you yet: the Sixth Prince saved my life."
"So, brother, you intend to repay me with your body?"
Pei Xueqiao's ears turned even redder. "I just... I just wanted to do everything I could to help her."
Pei Xueyan looked at her brother's rare display of embarrassment and seriousness, sighed softly in her heart, and recalled her father's words.
Even with talent, being hidden away in the deep palace may not be a good thing.
Although the Sixth Prince possesses extraordinary talent, when it comes to the struggle for the throne, his four older brothers and sisters each have their own strengths and deep-rooted power.
It's indeed a bit late for her to start now.
Moreover, I've heard that this prince has no ambition for this; he loves to live a carefree and pleasure-seeking life and is determined to just coast along and wait to die.
If this matter can be brought to fruition, the elder brother will most likely leave the capital with the prince for his fiefdom.
This is not a bad place, at least it's better than being stuck in the Hanlin Academy compiling books for the rest of your life.
Moreover, I've heard that your love life has been quite bumpy.
In short, it's highly likely that the falling petals are willing, but the flowing water is indifferent.
Oh dear, this whole thing has caused quite a stir.
He patted his brother on the shoulder, his tone tinged with a mixture of bewilderment and encouragement: "Brother, keep up the good work."
Pei Xueqiao's eyes darted away, her voice barely audible: "That's not true, don't talk nonsense..."
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