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Brother? And she has to call him brother! Zheng Zhian lightly bit her tongue.

Looking at the boy with earnest anticipation in his eyes, Zheng Zhian sighed inwardly, "Brother." Except when she was a child, she could still call him brother without feeling embarrassed, but now she really couldn't bring herself to say it.

Hearing her call him "brother," Yuan Ming grinned from ear to ear, pulled several bottles and jars from his clothes, and stuffed them into her arms. "These are all raised by myself. They're much better than that old man's. Here, take them from me."

Zheng Zhian opened one of the small bottles and saw a bunch of insects crawling around inside, some even eating each other. The sight of them so densely packed made her scalp tingle.

"These bugs, once you throw them at someone, they'll quickly burrow into their body and devour their internal organs. In just half an hour, even a god couldn't save them," Yuan Ming proudly explained the bugs' effects.

These were all secretly raised by him, and he even used the same ones the old man raised for experiments. He hadn't even been willing to use them himself, so it was just right to give them to his younger brother now.

Zheng Zhian immediately covered it up, her pink lips twitching involuntarily. "It's so expensive and useful, why don't you take it back?" If this thing isn't handled properly and ends up falling on your own instead of getting rid of someone else, then it would be a real loss.

Not noticing anything amiss, Yuan Ming assumed she was just being polite and said seriously, "It's alright, I can keep this thing. This is a gift for you, don't be shy."

After several attempts to refuse, seeing that he still wouldn't take it, Zheng Zhian happily accepted the item, saying, "Thank you."

After leaving the restaurant, she quickly led her people straight to the Star-Picking Tower.

Although he trusted Yuan Ming a lot, given his current status, it was not advisable to let too many people know about him, and the Star-Picking Tower was the most suitable place.

Yuan Ming asked in confusion, "Are you a prince?"

Although he had never been to the palace, he could guess how he got to where he was from the high wall he had just crossed.

"No." Zheng Zhian smiled, deliberately not explaining his identity, and then looked at Ling Fei standing behind him, "Go and tell your father."

Indeed, she was not a prince, but a legitimate princess. Knowing that the princess was up to her tricks again, Ling Fei said with a sullen expression, "Yes."

Yuan Ming didn't ask any more questions, but followed Zheng Zhian into the courtyard. There, Zheng Zhian stood with his hands on his hips, tilted his head back, and shouted loudly, "Master!"

She called out several times, but no one answered.

A moment later, a white figure floated down from the rooftop, glanced at the people behind her, and looked at her helplessly, saying, "Master is not here."

No outsiders are allowed to enter the Star-Picking Tower, no wonder she howled for so long down there.

The moment Yuan Ming appeared, a thin black and white striped snake had already secretly appeared on his right wrist, flicking its tongue.

Hearing the hissing sound, the two looked in that direction. Zheng Zhian sighed in exasperation, realizing that the thing was extremely poisonous. It was hissing at Chu Mo with a cold and menacing look, as if it would rush at him the moment Yuan Ming uttered a single word.

She realized that even without them, Yuan Ming could have dealt with those assassins, and he had even held back when he fought her.

Chu Mo's expression turned noticeably cold. Seeing the sudden tension, Zheng Zhian immediately introduced, "This is my senior brother."

"This is Yuan Ming."

“Brother,” Yuan Ming added, flicking his wrist as the silver-ringed snake retracted into his sleeve.

Zheng Zhian scratched his head awkwardly, "My newly recognized elder brother."

Brother? Chu Mo glanced at her sideways, then looked Yuan Ming up and down, his eyes growing cold.

He had never heard of this person in Kyoto. It was clear that this guy was a wolf in sheep's clothing, that he had tricked his junior sister into recognizing him as her brother.

Based on her understanding of her senior brother over the past few years, Zheng Zhian knew he must be angry. She realized she hadn't thought things through. She awkwardly stepped forward and pushed him towards the backyard, changing the subject, "Why didn't you go to the academy again today?"

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The three of them sat on a stone bench under a big tree in the backyard to cool off. Most of the time, Zheng Zhian was the one making conversation, while she picked up her teacup, which had been refilled several times, and put it in her mouth.

Dad, Master, if you don't come soon, I'm going to become the first person in history to die from overeating tea.

After the teapot on the table was emptied, Zheng Zhian stood up and picked up the teapot, saying, "I'll go add water." She thought it best to leave for a while; she was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but scratch her toes.

Before the two could speak, she turned to leave.

When the old voice rang out, Zheng Zhian had never felt so joyful and excited.

She looked expectantly in the direction of the sound.

The two boys on either side of the stone table behind them exchanged a glance, one with undisguised disdain and the other with calm, cold eyes. They looked at each other briefly before quickly looking away.

Within moments, Xiao Huachi, the owner of the voice, walked over, but half a step in front of him was Zheng Hongyuan, who was wearing a black brocade robe with gold trim.

The two walked under the shade of a tree and immediately spotted the most flamboyantly dressed boy among the three.

"Your Majesty," Chu Mo said respectfully, "Master."

Zheng Zhian stepped forward quickly and whispered, "He is Yuan Ming."

The two men glanced at her in surprise, and Zheng Hongyuan even flicked her forehead before looking at the young man who had stood up after hearing the word "Your Majesty."

With straight eyebrows and a somewhat youthful face, it's easy to tell that he will grow up to be a handsome young man. Upon closer inspection, he even resembles someone from Xiyu.

She was about the same age as Chu Mo, and her aura was not overshadowed when she stood next to him.

Yuan Ming looked at the person who had been giving him meaningful glances and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Everyone looked at her. Zheng Zhian covered her head with both hands and pulled hard, almost undone her tied-up hair.

She was trying to remind him to bow; this guy really is a complete idiot.

"It's nothing, I just got some sand in my eyes." She stepped forward and pulled him in front of her father, saying in a defiant tone, "See?"

"Father, let him see this." Zheng Zhian looked directly at his father, his eyes unusually solemn.

Hearing this, Chu Mo was startled, but quickly suppressed his doubts.

Zheng Hongyuan's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say much. He just quietly looked at the boy in front of him, whose eyes were filled with confusion and wariness. Everyone present could see through his thoughts at a glance.

Even when he looked at Zheng Hongyuan, he showed no respect or fear, as if he were looking at an ordinary stranger.

Yuan Ming felt oppressed by the man in front of him, so he was instinctively on guard. But this was Zhi An's father, and he had promised to help her family get rid of the curse.

Seeing that he could remain so composed even when looking at him, Zheng Hongyuan felt a surge of admiration for him.

He calmly asked, "What's your opinion?"

"Hand." Yuan Ming simply extended his hand and said expressionlessly.

Xiao Huachi had already pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere, but Zheng Hongyuan didn't care and simply handed it over. In that instant, the people around him tensed up, ready to make a move at any moment.

If Yuan Ming makes any unusual move, he will surely die on the spot.

Even Zheng Zhian's wrist twitched slightly.

Yuan Ming managed to get his hands on his strong and powerful wrist, but in no time his brows were already furrowed into a deep frown.