The Miao King finished speaking and stepped to the side.
ng Qianqian first caught sight of a young man wearing a blue cloak.
The young man was tall and slender, with delicate, handso features. His face was flawless, like jade, with a single red cinnabar mark between his brows. His eyes were clear and bright, exuding intelligence and a heroic spirit.
Perhaps because he was in an unfamiliar place, he appeared sowhat wary.
ng Qianqian stared at him in a daze, as if she were seeing her Second Uncle again. Her eyes instantly grew wet with tears.
Behind the young man stood a young girl in a pink cloak, whom he was guarding closely.
The girl shyly and nervously peeked out, taking in the scene before her.
This gave ng Qianqian a clear view of the girl’s features.
Her face was oval-shaped, with a peach-like blush. Her eyebrows were fine, resembling distant mountain peaks. Her large, round eyes glead, and the pure black of her pupils sparkled like obsidian reflecting starlight.
As ng Qianqian examined her, the girl looked back at ng Qianqian.
As their eyes t, the girl imdiately shrank back, hiding her face.
The young man instinctively reached back to shield her.
ng Qianqian’s eyes grew even wetter.
For years now, her Second Aunt, after marrying into the Shang Family, had maintained this sa kind of endearing innocence, always protected so well by her Second Uncle...
But when she thought of her naïve and straightforward Second Aunt enduring so much humiliation and hardship to infiltrate the Thousand chanism Pavilion for vengeance, ng Qianqian’s heart felt as though it were being pierced by needles.
The Miao King glanced at the siblings, then at ng Qianqian. Sensing the increasingly strange atmosphere, he scratched his head and said, "Alright, alright, it’s a joyous occasion—let’s not stay so tense! Ti to reunite!"
He walked up to ng Qianqian and said, "My dear granddaughter-in-law, stop crying. I brought them back here to make you happy, not to make you cry. If they’re upsetting you, I’ll just toss them back to the Thousand chanism Pavilion!"
At these words, the young man and girl both widened their eyes in shock.
ng Qianqian managed a tearful smile. "Grandfather, I’m not crying because I’m upset. I’m crying because I’m happy."
The Miao King covered his mouth with the back of his hand and whispered, "Granddaughter-in-law, don’t you think our journey back went a bit too smoothly? The assassins from the Thousand chanism Pavilion were pretty useless in martial arts. Could this be a trap?"
Hearing this, the twin siblings nearly dropped their jaws in astonishnt.
ng Qianqian glanced at them before turning back to the Miao King. "Could it be that your martial arts are just too advanced, Grandfather, making those assassins seem incompetent? Maybe soone else would’ve died seven or eight tis already!"
The Miao King stroked his chin, falling into contemplation.
They resembled her Second Uncle and Second Aunt so much that it was impossible to deny they shared the blood of the Shang Family.
Moreover, it wasn’t just their appearance—it was also that inexplicable bond, as if sothing had been written into their very bones, that gave ng Qianqian certainty they were the family she had been searching for.
ng Qianqian hadn’t been this emotional even when killing Pri Minister Xun. But standing before her Second Uncle’s and Second Aunt’s children, she found it overwhelmingly difficult to stay composed, as she usually would.
Taking a deep breath, she quickly stepped toward the two of them. "I am your sister."
"Shang Jiu, your cousin sister."
ng Qianqian wanted to take their hands but hesitated, holding back. In a softer voice, she asked, "Do you know about your origins?"
The Miao King answered, "I told them on the way back to the capital."
ng Qianqian froze. "What do you an? Are you saying that all these years in the Thousand chanism Pavilion, they were kept in the dark about who they really were?"
The Miao King sighed. "Yes, the Thousand chanism Pavilion lied to them, claiming they were the children of the Pavilion Master. Chen Long took them away, and at one point, this brat almost stabbed Chen Long."
Rembering sothing, ng Qianqian hurriedly asked, "The blood on the bundle..."
The Miao King pointed at the young man. "It was his own."
He didn’t stab Chen Long—ended up stabbing himself instead.
Chen Long wasn’t about to coddle him.
Aside from his sister, Chen Long didn’t bother pampering anyone.
Brought up in this embarrassing story, the young man’s eyes flickered with a trace of discomfort.
"Is your injury healed?"
ng Qianqian asked.
"It’s long healed,"
The young man replied coolly.
Looking at his awkward and prickly deanor, ng Qianqian couldn’t help but burst into laughter. "You’re just like Second Uncle! I’m Little Nine. What are your nas?"
"Speak,"
The Miao King said in his signature roguish tone.
Recalling the Miao King’s "lessons" on the journey, which had been nothing short of tragic, the young man turned his face away, reluctantly answering, "Wuyou. My sister is Changle."
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