“Oh, I misspoke. I should say: you’re more like a mother than mother…” She rolled on the bed, then suddenly panicked, grabbing her hair: “Oh no, I slapped him last night!”
General Shen found her in the garden, and they argued for a while. He suddenly said, “Women are just troublesome.”
As she was about to retort, he pulled her into his embrace. She tried to struggle, but he was too strong. When he finally let her go, she was so angry that she slapped him.
They parted unhappily.
I sighed. Although I didn’t expect this calm general to say sweet nothings, he couldn’t just act without a word? Did he think his embrace was enough?
My little sister was still jumping on the bed and wailing. After comforting her, I walked out.
General Shen was waiting in the courtyard. When he saw me, his cold eyes brightened slightly.
“Next, it’s up to you,” I said. “Future brother-in-law, you need more patience with girls. I’m entrusting my little sister to you.”
If you make her sad, I’ll hold you accountable.
Rest assured.” His eyebrows relaxed slightly, revealing a softer glow on his previously rigid face. It turns out that love can not only make women beautiful but can also cure facial paralysis.
I went to the courtyard to play on the swing and observed the ethereal Eastern Palace, Xia Zhiyuan, interacting with the princesses. He seemed to be in a good mood, treating them kindly and frequently smiling, causing the princesses to bashfully cover their faces with fans and send coy glances. It was said that Yan had proposed a marriage alliance to the Eastern Palace but was politely refused.
By nearly mealtime, the sparrow hurriedly ran to me with a secret report, saying that according to her eavesdropping, General Shen and my younger sister had reconciled. This news relieved me. With the sparrow’s talents, she could be a valuable gossip information gatherer.
When my younger sister appeared again, her face was rosy, her eyes glistening, and her lips curling upward, looking like a woman in love. General Shen maintained a step’s distance from her, occasionally whispering, his gaze causing heart-fluttering and heartache.
Of course, the heart-fluttering was my younger sister’s, and the heartache was mine.
