I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

Wei Lang stood behind a big tree not far away, leaning forward slightly, and through the sparse gaps between the branches, his eyes were fixed on the scene where Chen Jia, Chen Jue and Liao Heng were chatting. His eyes were intertwined with complex emotions, like a tangled mess that could not be sorted out.

There was jealousy burning in it, like a blazing flame, trying to devour the harmonious scene before his eyes. An imperceptible pain, like a fine needle, pierced his heart from time to time.

The sun was bright and warm, generously shining on them, outlining a layer of light golden outline for them, as if they were covered with a layer of dreamy brilliance. However, this warm sun failed to shine into Wei Lang's heart. He only felt as if he was in a dark corner, out of tune with the joyful scene.

The smile on Chen Jia's face was as bright and beautiful as the most gorgeous flowers in full bloom in spring, enough to eclipse everything around her. Her eyes curved into crescents, and the light shining in her eyes was pure happiness that Wei Lang had not seen for a long time.

The light was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating her entire face, but it also stung Wei Lang's eyes.

She leaned slightly to listen to Liao Heng's words, so focused and devoted, as if the whole world was only the conversation between the two of them. Every subtle movement of hers was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wei Lang's heart hard.

Liao Heng was telling something with his hands and feet gesticulating. It seemed to be a very interesting story. His expression was vivid and exaggerated, full of infectiousness.

Chen Jia was often amused by him and giggled. The clear laughter echoed in the air like a silver bell, crisp and pleasant, but each sound struck Wei Lang's heart heavily, as if to break his heart into pieces.

His fists clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his nails almost dug into his palms, but he was completely unaware.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Jia, not missing her every expression and every movement. Her every frown and smile was like a key, opening the dusty memories deep in his heart.

Once upon a time, they also had such a wonderful time, running and playing in the fields together, their laughter echoing under the blue sky and white clouds; looking up at the stars together in the quiet night, telling each other about their dreams and aspirations.

At that time, Chen Jia only had him in her eyes, her smile only bloomed for him, and her tenderness was only shown to him. But now, all this has become the past, and she can no longer see his existence in her eyes, instead, she pays attention to and smiles at others.

Those once beautiful memories are now like sharp blades, constantly cutting through his heart and making him feel miserable.

Wei Lang's breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The servant beside him saw Wei Lang's expression and couldn't help but feel sorry for him: "Sir, who are you? With your family background and status, you can have any kind of person you want. Why can't you let go of that Chen Jia? You have already lost face to pursue her, but she is still so cold to you. You really don't know what's good for you."

Wei Lang felt mixed emotions after hearing what the servant said. He knew that he had superior conditions and there were many other women who favored him. But how could love be determined by status?

He sighed helplessly and said, "You don't understand. When you like someone, you become humble. Even if she ignores me, I still can't help wanting to get close to her and want her to come back to me."

Wei Lang turned around in despair, and left the big tree with heavy and slow steps, as if every step carried endless heaviness.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, his face was full of loss and frustration, his originally straight back was slightly bent, and he looked like his soul had been sucked out of him.

He walked aimlessly like this, the scene of Chen Jia and Liao Heng chatting constantly appearing in his mind, and the pain in his heart surged like a tide.

Just as he was immersed in his sorrow, he suddenly found that the road ahead was blocked. He looked up and saw that it was King Zhao.

King Zhao had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of inquiry and calculation in his eyes.

"Wei Lang, why are you so lonely today? This is unlike your usual high-spirited self."

Prince Zhao tried to get close to Wei Lang, with a hint of false concern in his tone.

Wei Lang simply glanced at King Zhao and replied casually, "Greetings, King Zhao."

He really was in no mood to deal with King Zhao at the moment. The annoyance in his heart made him feel annoyed by King Zhao's initiative to talk to him.

King Zhao did not seem to notice Wei Lang's indifference and continued, "Wei Lang, I recently got some rare antiques and I'm looking for someone to appreciate them with me. Are you interested?"

King Zhao tried to use these topics to arouse Wei Lang's interest and get closer to him.

However, Wei Lang had no intention of doing this at the moment; he just wanted to be alone and quiet.

"Thank you, King Zhao, for your kindness. I am not feeling well today, so I will take my leave now."

After saying this, Wei Lang walked around King Zhao and hurried away.

King Zhao stood there, watching Wei Lang's departing back. The smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of anger and confusion.

Wei Lang walked straight to the carriage parked not far away. He stepped into the carriage and sat down heavily.

As the carriage started to move slowly, Wei Lang suddenly seemed to remember something. He frowned and asked the driver outside the carriage, "What has the King of Zhao been busy with recently? Has he done anything unusual?"

The driver was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment and said, "I have only heard some things. It seems that the King of Zhao has been frequently visiting the residences of some officials recently. I am not sure what they are doing specifically."

After hearing this, Wei Lang fell into deep thought. His doubts grew deeper and deeper. Thinking about the situation when the King of Jin and the King of Zhao met today, coupled with the various undercurrents in the court recently, he couldn't help but wonder if the King of Jin and the King of Zhao were planning something again.

"Humph, these two guys definitely have no good intentions."

Wei Lang must secretly keep an eye on the movements of King Zhao. After all, he is now King Jin's man, and he must be wary of any factors that may be unfavorable to King Jin.

"Go and check who the King of Zhao has been in frequent contact with recently, especially those related to the King of Jin. Don't let any of them go unnoticed." Wei Lang ordered the driver.

The carriage sped along the street, but Wei Lang's mind was entirely on Prince Jin and Prince Zhao.

He knew that in the power struggle in the palace, he had to stay awake at all times. If he was not careful, he might fall into an irretrievable situation. He had to pay close attention to the actions of the King of Jin and the King of Zhao to prevent them from doing anything that might be detrimental to him.

The sunshine of Shangsi Festival shines on the earth, covering the whole world with a layer of golden glow.

Chen Jia and Chen Jue strolled in the bustling streets. People around them were laughing and talking, and the atmosphere of festive joy was everywhere.

Chen Jia's face was filled with a happy smile, and her eyes were bright and lively, like twinkling stars.

"Ajue, I'm so happy today!"

"Yes, sister. The Shangsi Festival is indeed a joyful festival. Look at the poetry gatherings of the literati, they are really wonderful. And this lively market is full of the breath of life."

As they walked, they admired the surrounding scenery. There were all kinds of stalls on both sides of the street, some selling exquisite handicrafts, some selling delicious snacks, and some selling various special accessories.

From time to time, Chen Jia's attention was attracted by some small objects and she stopped to look at them.

"Brother, look at this sachet, it's so exquisite!"

Chen Jia picked up a beautifully embroidered sachet, put it under her nose and sniffed it gently, "It still has a faint fragrance."

"If you like it, buy it."

“Will it be too expensive?”

"As long as my sister is happy, it doesn't matter if it's a little more expensive."

As he said this, he took out his purse and bought the sachet for Chen Jia.

Chen Jia happily hung the sachet around her waist and continued to walk forward with Chen Jue. They saw another stall selling sugar figures, where the stall owner skillfully made sugar figures of various shapes, which were lifelike and very cute.

"Wow, this little bunny candy man is so cute!"

Chen Jue smiled and said to the stall owner: "Boss, please make two sugar figures for us."

After a while, the two sugar figures were made. Chen Jia held the sugar figures and smiled like a child.

"Look at this sugar man, does it look like you?"

"Then this sister is the most beautiful fairy sugar man."

They continued to walk while eating the candy figures. On the way, they also met some people in traditional costumes dancing, whose graceful dance attracted many people's attention. Chen Jia and Chen Jue also stopped to appreciate this wonderful performance.

"The Shangsi Festival is really great, there are so many interesting things to see and do."

"Well, I hope we can be as happy as today every Shangsi Festival in the future."