The prince of love, the wealth has come to me

"Husband, please don't interrupt me. I want to talk to Qing'er. I'm in good spirits. I've slept for more than ten years. I feel like I won't need to sleep for the next ten years."

Everyone: "..."

Ling Yueqing said that it was not necessary, and that it was still important to have a regular schedule.

Ling Feng received Yu Wenche's glances from time to time, sighed in his heart, and said helplessly, "A Luo, if you are still in good spirits, I have another news to tell you, but I don't know if you can bear it."

Without even looking at him, Qiao said nonchalantly, "Of course, with Qing'er by my side, I can bear anything."

Ling Feng curled his lips. Well, they had supported each other for decades. As soon as Qing'er came back, his family status plummeted. Now A'luo didn't even look at him.

"A Luo, look at him."

Qiao looked in the direction Ling Feng pointed. Upon hearing that, Yuwen Che hurriedly took a few steps forward and came in front of Qiao.

Qiao frowned and said to herself, "Why does this person look familiar? I seem to have seen him somewhere."

Suddenly her eyes lingered between Yuwen Che and Ling Yueqing, and she asked in shock, "Who are you? Why do you look a bit like Qing'er?"

At first, Mrs. Qiao's mind was completely on Ling Yueqing, and she didn't pay any attention to others. But now, after taking a closer look, she found that this man was 40% similar to her daughter.

"Sister, I'm your brother." Yu Wen Che couldn't wait for Ling Feng to introduce her, so he took the initiative to speak.

"Brother? What brother? Qing'er's brother? But I only gave birth to one daughter, Qing'er!"

Qiao looked at Ling Feng with a puzzled look. Could it be that the pain was too severe that year and he remembered it wrongly?

Everyone: "..."

Could you please not have such a rich imagination? Although Yu Wenche has a handsome face, he doesn't look like he is eighteen or nineteen years old.

Yuwen Che swallowed his saliva. These speculations dampened his enthusiasm for recognizing his relatives. It was okay to be a generation shorter for no apparent reason.

He glanced at Qiao with resentment and said, "Yun'er,... No, you have changed your name now. It's A'Luo, right?"

"It's all my brother's fault. When he was little, he loved eating candy, but my parents wouldn't allow it. So I said it was you who liked it, and then they allowed it."

"So I took you out every day to buy sugar figurines, sugar cakes, and candied haws. One day, when I was taking you to buy sugar figurines, there happened to be a group of acrobats nearby. I looked at them a few more times, and when I turned around, you were gone."

"We have been looking for you all these years. When my parents passed away, their only wish was for me to find you."

Mrs. Qiao was somewhat shocked by these words. There was too much news today, so she had to take it slow.

In her vague memory, there was a scene of buying candy figures, but she couldn't remember anything else. After a long while, she finally said, "This... I can't remember clearly. Do you have any keepsake?"

“…No.” Yuwen Che shook his head. Speaking of this, he wanted to slap himself even more. Back then, his sister often wore a bell around her waist. It was a trophy brought back by his parents from the battles. It was colorful and very beautiful.

But he had just got a foal at the time, so he had to coax and trick the horse into putting the saddle on it. Now that I think about it, he really deserved it…

After a long while, Qiao asked again tentatively, "What birthmarks do you have?"

Yuwen Che then shook his head, "No... No, there is!"

Halfway through his speech, Yuwen Che's eyes lit up and he suddenly remembered something, "Yes, my sister has a birthmark. There is a pear-shaped birthmark on her back, so mother named her Yuwen Liyun."

"It's a coincidence that the birthmark is located at the same place as Xin'er's snowflake birthmark, just below the left shoulder on the back."

Qiao and Ling Feng looked at each other. He was right. She did have a pear-shaped birthmark on her body.

"Brother..." Qiao said silently. She had a vague memory of having a brother. When she was displaced and bullied as a child, she wished she had a brother who could save her, but he never showed up.

She had survived those tough days, and now the brother she had always been waiting for appeared.

How could this not be God's will? She didn't blame him because she knew he didn't lose her on purpose.

During those difficult days, it was the thought of finding her brother that kept her going through nights of hunger and cold. It was also because of the search for her brother that she met the husband who would accompany her for half her life.

It's just fate.

Now her health is getting better, her lover is by her side and her daughter is around her knees. What's the harm in having more relatives? Life is short, so why make things difficult for yourself and cling to the past.

Seeing Yu Wenche's eager and slightly fearful expression, Qiao smiled gently and called him sweetly, "Brother."

"Ah!" The surprise in Yu Wen Che's eyes swallowed up everything, and he smiled so hard that his teeth were showing.

He paced back and forth excitedly, muttering to himself, "Fate is truly amazing. The woman I brought back by chance turned out to be my own niece. It is said that nephews resemble their uncles, and the ancients were right."

Ling Feng was not happy to hear that. "I don't think they look alike. Qing'er looks more like me. A'Luo, don't you think so?"

When Qiao heard this, she just smiled and said nothing.

She looked at Xiao Mingchen who had been standing quietly beside her and asked, "Is this our son-in-law?"

Ling Feng was surprised and asked, "Qing'er, have you told your mother?"

Ling Yueqing shook her head, "No, I didn't tell you unless my mother asked me."

"A Luo, how do you know he is our brother-in-law? He is the War King of Li Kingdom and Qing'er's new husband." Ling Feng explained.

"How else would I know? His eyes were almost glued to Qing'er. I am very familiar with what's in his eyes."

Xiao Mingchen had been obediently serving as a background, allowing them to recognize their relatives. It was not until Qiao called him that he stepped forward and saluted, "My son-in-law greets my mother-in-law."

"Hurry up, hurry up, let me take a look." The more Mrs. Qiao looked, the more satisfied she became. "He is handsome and a perfect match for our Qing'er. How nice."

As he spoke, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"Mom, why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Ling Yueqing hurriedly wiped Qiao's tears.

Mrs. Qiao smiled and said, "No, I'm fine. I'm just happy. These past ten years have been like a dream. In the blink of an eye, Qing'er has grown up and got married."

What Qiao didn't say in her heart was all regret. She missed the entire process of Qing'er's growth, and she could only be a bystander in the rest of her life.

They chatted and laughed, talking about the deceased General Yuwen and his wife, Yuwen Che's wife and daughter who were far away in Li State, how Qiao and Ling Feng met and fell in love, and when Ling Yueqing and Xiao Mingchen would have a child...

For a moment, the whole house was filled with laughter and it was very lively. Outside, under the deep blue curtain of the sky, the stars were twinkling. Tomorrow will definitely be a sunny day.