Volume 1: Gathering Winds of Splendor Chapter 32: The Mark of the Jade Orchid

  The man who walked in first went to An Xin's face, looked her up and down for a while, raised his eyebrows, "Heart sister and uncle really look alike, one look is the biological."

  "Nonsense! I'm not born to you, did I pop out from a stone crack or something?" An Xin glared at him with a bad temper, feeling depressed.

  The man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed even more wildly. "Nine years haven't changed you, Heart's little sister has changed so much! I remember you used to love sticking to me the most." As he spoke, he raised his hand to stroke An Xin's temples, "Call out 'Yi Hen gege' and let me hear it."

  "Take your paws off." An Qing slapped his hand with a loud "slap", without any politeness.

  "Mind your manners, he's also the eldest son of your second uncle." Ling Susu said after finishing her sentence, her gaze shifted from Ling Yihen to another man and introduced him as "This is Danyan, the child of your seventh uncle, half a year younger than you."

  "Dyeing ink for Imperial Auntie's well-being." Ling Dye Ink stepped forward, made a courtesy, and then walked up to the Emperor, "Greetings, Your Majesty Grandfather."

  "Empress Dowager has a great memory, it's been so long since we last met, yet she can still recognize me at a glance." Ling Yi Hen smiled brightly, completely disregarding the fact that the Emperor was still present.

  An Xin was very annoyed, today is it a family reunion? In her past life, she was an orphan, except for occasionally chatting with teammates in the same group, she basically lived alone, idle and lazy. Now she has to deal with these ancient people who have no common language, it's simply like playing the piano to a cow! And the royal family had the most complicated relationships in ancient times, thinking about having to attend social events frequently in the future, An Xin wanted to roll up her bed and run away immediately.

  "Xin'er, little sister, I'll take you to Piaoyu Residence for dinner tonight, okay? That's the best restaurant in Dongling, and there's a dish called Huajiji that's considered one of the world's most delicious flavors." Ling Yihen was very interested in Anxin's life over the past nine years, and without waiting for Ling Susu to respond, he continued to ask.

  "Tomorrow, Chang'an will be going to the Hanging Temple with Yu Shizi and Guoshi, I don't have time to fool around with you." The Emperor suddenly spoke up, looking at Ling Yihen with a seemingly helpless and reproachful expression.

  "Xin'er, don't be deceived by Yulan's appearance. He looks harmless, but he's actually a hypocritical scoundrel. Be careful or you'll end up being sold out and helping him count the money." Ling Yiwen whispered close to An Xin's ear.

  Just as she was about to kick Ling Yixue, she heard his words and gave up the idea. Her beautiful eyes sparkled brightly, and a smile played on her lips.

  Ling Yi's heart was filled with indignation, but when he saw An Xin's smile, he was momentarily stunned. He had always thought that the women in the capital city smiled in a flattering and insincere way, which made him feel disgusted. But today, such a smile was clear and pure, with a hint of mischief on her lips, adding to her vivacity. For a moment, he couldn't move his eyes away.

  Yu Hua gazed at An Xin's smiling face, her eyes flashing slightly as she lowered her eyelids.

  "Who is Yulan Flower?" An Xin's heart skipped a beat as soon as he heard the name, knowing that Ling Yi Hen was referring to Yu Hua. He felt extremely pleased with himself, thinking that this nickname was well-chosen and clever. However, recalling how Ling had just overstepped his authority by making a decision without consulting him, An Xin seethed with resentment and deliberately raised his voice as he asked, enunciating the three words "Yulan Flower" with gritted teeth.

  A gentleman takes revenge, three years is not too late, take revenge with a clear conscience, and put it into practice on the spot.

  "It's our Dongling's number one young master, the Crown Prince of Yuhua." Ling Yi Hen had long been displeased with Yu Hua, and he said so in a subtle yet obvious manner.

  "It's getting more and more unbecoming." The emperor's face slightly sank, he rebuked, turning to look at the silently standing Yuhua, "Don't mind, Third Prince Yu, he's always been like this, a spoiled rich kid with no proper behavior."

  "Nowhere, Young Master Wang is still a child, speaking without thinking, and Yu Hua naturally wouldn't mind." Yu Hua glanced at Ling Yi Hen, her tone calm.

  With a complacent expression suddenly stiffened, Yuhua glared at him with venomous eyes, this person really couldn't afford to lose even a bit, as soon as someone ridiculed him, he immediately retorted back, and in his heart, he had the idea of respecting him from afar. Ling Yihen was right, Yuhua was indeed a ruthless scoundrel with a poisonous mind.

  "You all go back first, wait for Chang'an to return from the Hanging Temple, I will hold a palace feast to welcome and refresh Jin Xiu." The old emperor looked at the few people in the hall with some headache, waved his hand and started to drive them away.

  Apart from Yu Hua and Guo Shi, An Xin and others all bowed and took their leave, exiting Feng Xiang Palace.

  "Xin'er, sister, have you offended Yulan Flower or something? Why else would he take you to that deserted temple where birds don't even lay eggs to listen to a bald donkey preach? How boring! You'll suffocate." Ling Yiwen raised an eyebrow and leaned in close to Anxin, asking in a low voice.

  "Maybe I was born to clash with him, so we just can't get along." An Xin said gritting her teeth in hatred.

  "Heroes see things similarly, Heart's sister and I think alike." Ling Yihen suddenly laughed and suggested with a smile, "Otherwise, tonight I'll take you out of the capital to hide for two days, so you won't have to go see that old bald donkey with Yulan Flower."

  An Xin's eyes lit up, and just as she was about to nod in agreement, An Mu Chen's calm and unhurried voice came through, "Your Majesty's words are golden, how can they be changed? The crime of defying the imperial edict is one that my sister cannot bear. It would be better for Young Master Ning to put this rotten idea back in his belly."

  "You're really something, An Muxuan! As soon as Xiner's sister returned to the capital, you couldn't wait to have her follow that vicious and ruthless Yulan Hua to Xuankong Temple. Can you bear to do so?" Ling Yichen glared at An Muxuan with anger, his eyes burning with two clusters of flames.

  "I naturally don't want to part with my sister, but the will of heaven is hard to defy. Let me ask Yu Shizi tonight and see if I can go together, it's also good to have someone to take care of on the way." An Mu dust furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment before speaking softly.

  Ling Ran listened to the conversation of several people, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

  "I want to go too. Heart's sister and I are connected at heart, I don't want to leave her for a single step." Ling Yihen hastily echoed in agreement.

  "Don't be so mushy, it's disgusting." An Xin looked at Ling Yihen with disdain, raised her eyes to see that they had already arrived at the palace gate, waved at him and pulled her mother towards the general's carriage.

  "An Mu dust, don't forget, remember to talk to Yulan flower." Several people entered the car and could still hear Ling Yi Hen's loud shouting.

  Ling Su had been somewhat silent since she left Fengxiang Palace, with a heavy-hearted look on her face, and her expression was more complex than when she first entered the palace.

  "Brother, didn't Father say that in the capital city there are only three close princes: Ning Wang, An Wang and Wu Wang? Where did Yu Shizi come from?" Ah Xin asked with a curious expression, tugging on Ah Mu Chen's sleeve.