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

Chen Jue muttered reluctantly, "They say adults have many minds. Sure enough, you are a very cunning person."

Chen Jue made full use of his advantage as a young man. He took a few quick steps, pulled Chen Jia's sleeve, and continued, "Sister, he has a hangover soup, I want some too, otherwise, I will be late tomorrow."

Chen Jue pouted and held Chen Jia's arm. He rested his head on Chen Jia's shoulder and glanced at Wei Lang.

Chen Jia rubbed the top of Chen Jue's head and said, "Okay, you can't stand like this in front of Rui Qing. Stand up straight."

"No, no, I can't forget about my brother because of Brother Lang. I have to have what he has."

Chen Jia helplessly tapped Chen Jue's forehead lovingly, and Chen Jue covered his head in pain.

"How can a child have so many problems? Don't I know how much you can drink? Go back to sleep quickly. As a Shaoqing, you can't be late on your first day."

Chen Jia did not give Chen Jue the opportunity to waste time. Wei Lang looked at Chen Jue quietly. Although the way Chen Jue held Chen Jia's arm just now made him feel unhappy for a moment, he would rather Chen Jia decisively stop Chen Jue's mischief.

Very good, she is worthy of being the one he likes. She is sensible in doing things and has a sense of propriety in being a person. This kind of clan wife is what the Hedong Wei family needs.

"Yiyi, you are absolutely right. You have drunk so much, go back to sleep. Tomorrow, I will wake you up early, and we will go to the Dali Temple together."

Chen Jue pouted. After all, he was a teenager and he didn't dare to make Chen Jia unhappy, but he also wanted to stop Chen Jia and Wei Lang from being alone together.

Just because he is young, he can only suffer this loss in silence.

However, he will not continue to suffer in silence like this. Sooner or later, he will do better than Weilang.

Chen Jue didn't argue any more, deliberately pouted and rubbed his head, "Since Sister has spoken, how dare I not listen? I'm going to sleep now. It's just that..." He deliberately prolonged the ending, "I also want the hangover soup, otherwise, I will definitely have a splitting headache when I wake up tomorrow."

"Okay, I get it."

Chen Jia nodded and pushed Chen Jue, telling him to go to bed quickly.

Chen Jue muttered to himself as he accompanied Wei Lang to the side room, while Chen Jia went to cook some sobering soup.

Chen Jia came to Chen Jue's room and put the hangover soup on the table. Chen Jue came over in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes.

"Sister, why did you cook for so long?"

"Is it interesting to target Wei Lang?"

"How can I..."

"Ajue, Wei Lang was born in the Hedong Wei family. That is your help, not your hindrance. Don't make enemies everywhere and destroy the Zhaoguogong Mansion that we have reestablished with great difficulty. Master will not allow you to do this, and neither will I. Do you understand?"

"Sister, I know, I just don't like you standing with him."

"You don't like it? When Master died in battle and Master's wife and others were slaughtered by the thieves, have you forgotten what you told me? You have to find the real murderer of Daliang and avenge Master's wife! Now, we have only found the spy who killed Master's wife and others, but we haven't found the mastermind!"

Chen Jue lowered his eyes, "I know, sister, I was wrong."

Chen Jia held Chen Jue's hand. Chen Jue raised his head and their eyes met.

"Remember, the purpose of my existence is to restore the former glory of the Duke of Zhao's Mansion. To allow you to live safely in Daliang. You and I are both orphans now. His Majesty's favor to you and me is not permanent. How can we survive in the long run without seeking a way out?"

"Sister, I shouldn't be impulsive."

Chen Jia's voice was low, but full of deep sadness, "Ajue, you are the only bloodline left to Master. Don't be willful in the future. Try your best to live like a human being in Daliang Capital, okay?"

"it is good."

Chen Jia pushed the hangover soup to Chen Jue, "Drink the hangover soup, and tomorrow, think about how to get along with Wei Lang."

Chen Jia stood up. She took a few steps and held onto the door frame. With her back to Chen Jue, she said in a gentle but decisive voice, "Jue, I know how you feel about me."

Chen Jue paused while drinking the sobering soup; he choked and coughed violently a few times.

Chen Jia didn't look back. She looked at the moon outside, as if she was trying to convince herself and Chen Jue.

"But everyone knows that I'm your sister. We both have the last name Chen. Even though we're not related by blood, we have the same last name!"

Chen Jue's hands trembled slightly, and he could tell that Chen Jia asked him to give up the idea.

"Even if you and I get together, marrying me will do you no good, and it will do even less good to the Zhao family. As orphans, you and I cannot choose each other."

Chen Jia took a deep breath, as if she had made a great decision, "Do you understand?"

A tear fell from Chen Jue's eyes. He understood and heard the sound of a broken heart.

"Chen Jue, do you understand?"

Chen Jue opened his mouth for a long while before speaking, his voice trembling, "I understand."

"It's good if you understand."

Chen Jia turned around, leaving Chen Jue alone sitting on the ground. He looked at the hangover soup scattered all over the ground, tears falling one by one.

Chen Jue raised his head and looked towards the door which had been empty for a long time.

She didn't want him to have any thoughts about him. It's not that she didn't have feelings for him, but she was of no benefit to the Zhaoguo Mansion, so they could never be together?

No, he didn't think so. No matter how harsh her words were today, he didn't agree with them.

Chen Jue slowly clenched his fists. He believed that in the face of absolute strength, all backgrounds were meaningless.

As long as his status was high enough, it didn't matter who she was or whether she was beneficial to the Duke of Zhao's Mansion.

As long as his power is strong enough, he has the right to choose who he likes and who is worthy of standing by his side.

Chen Jue looked at the moon stubbornly and said calmly, "Yi Yi, I can't give up on you."

Chen Jia came to Wei Lang's room. Wei Lang was writing. He had just taken a shower and changed his clothes. His wet hair was blowing behind him. The wind blew up a few strands of his hair, making him look even more elegant and handsome.

When Wei Lang heard the voice, he turned around, met her eyes, and they smiled at each other.

"Is this the second serving of hangover soup?"

Chen Jia walked in and placed the hangover soup on the table. "Yes, and no."

"Oh?"

"If you are a guest, this is the first one. If you are one of us, this is the second one."

"Then I will accept it. You can give the first one to Jue."

Chen Jia raised her eyebrows. Wei Lang always liked to use double entendres like this, finding excuses for her to talk about and taking the opportunity to confess his feelings.

Wei Lang put down the weight, blew on the calligraphy he had written, walked to the table, casually picked up the hangover soup, and drank it.

"The temperature is just right, and the sweetness is moderate. It seems that you are a good cook. Whoever marries you will be blessed."

"Rui Qing, you invited me to meet you alone tonight. Is it not just for romance?"

"What if I say I just want to seize this rare opportunity just to be with you?"

"I just got divorced, and I was in the same room with a man late at night. If it gets out, my reputation will be bad."

"I am willing to take responsibility."

"You are not someone who wants to damage my reputation by getting me involved with you. So, you have to tell me the truth."

Wei Lang paused suddenly and laughed out loud, "Hahaha, Yi Yi is really smart. I do have something to tell you."

"What's the matter? Do you have to be alone so late at night?"