My Mother Was Murdered… So I Seduced the Emperor’s Sister for Ultimate Revenge! Chapter 14 - The Pearl of the Princess’s Manor? A Doting Sis

Chapter 14: The Pearl of the Princess’s Manor? A Doting Sister is Born! The Emperor Arrives!

Since Lin Wan’er discovered this new “little brother,” Guangxin Palace seed to co alive.

At the very least, for Li Changsheng, life was no longer just monotonously staring at Li Yunrui’s ever-changing expressions.

Lin Wan’er genuinely treated him as her own brother.

A three-year-old girl was naturally full of curiosity about the world.

In the depths of the palace, playmates were scarce.

Aside from a few overly cautious maids and eunuchs, she had almost no peers.

Li Changsheng’s arrival was like a fascinating new toy, a living, moving, smiling little being.

She ca to see him every day.

Her tiny figure would patter into the hall.

“Brother!”

Her voice was sweet and soft.

She would lean over the crib, her large, clear eyes blinking as she stared intently at Li Changsheng.

Her small hands always reached out to touch him.

“Brother, soft.”

She would whisper.

Her fingers, carrying the milky scent of childhood, gently poked his cheeks.

Li Changsheng: “……”

Sister, if you keep poking, even my baby fat will disappear.

Still, the sensation was… oddly pleasant.

Soft and warm.

Far more comfortable than Li Yunrui’s icy fingers.

Lin Wan’er seed to find this ga delightful.

She giggled, never tiring of it.

Li Changsheng could only blink helplessly, occasionally forcing a cooperative smile.

What could he do? He was just a “helpless” baby.

In truth, three-year-old Lin Wan’er was quite lonely in the palace.

Without playmates her own age, the maids and eunuchs treated her with deference but never warmth.

Even Li Yunrui, her mother, was often distant.

Now, with this adorable little brother suddenly appearing, he naturally beca her greatest source of joy.

She would bring her small toys to him, earnestly introducing them.

“Brother, look, this is a bunny.”

“This one is a rattle-drum.”

She even tried to share her snacks.

Once, when the maids weren’t looking, she sneaked a small piece of osmanthus cake and tried to stuff it into Li Changsheng’s mouth.

“Brother, eat. Sweet.”

Her little face was full of anticipation.

Li Changsheng stared at the cake, clearly unsuitable for an infant, and inwardly refused.

Sister, are you trying to choke to death?

Luckily, a quick-eyed maid intervened just in ti, stopping this “feeding attempt.”

“Young Mistress, His Little Highness is still too small. He can’t eat this.”

Lin Wan’er was disappointed but obediently withdrew her hand.

Tilting her head, she looked at Li Changsheng.

“Brother, when you grow up, Wan’er will give you so.”

Li Changsheng struggled to force a smile.

Thank you, dear sister.

Days like these repeated themselves.

Lin Wan’er’s affection for Li Changsheng grew with each passing day.

Li Changsheng, too, gradually grew accustod to this innocent, cheerful little sister.

This pure familial bond was a rare warmth in the perilous palace.

Ti slipped quietly through his fingers.

Inside his crib, aside from eating, sleeping, and other infant necessities, Li Changsheng had one secret mission.

Signing in.

[Ding! Guangxin Palace sign-in successful!].

[Reward: Marrow-Cleansing Pill x1!].

[Ding! Imperial Garden sign-in successful!].

[Reward: Basic Breathing Technique (Fragnt)!].

[Ding! Interaction with Lin Wan’er sign-in successful!].

[Reward: Affinity 1!].

The rewards weren’t earth-shattering, but they subtly transford him.

The Marrow-Cleansing Pills improved his infant physique, slowly, but every bit helped.

The Basic Breathing Technique was even more crucial. Though incomplete, it allowed him to secretly circulate the faint energy within his body, unnoticed by others.

It was an excruciatingly slow accumulation.

But Li Changsheng was patient.

He knew the road ahead was long.

He needed power.

Enough to protect himself, even change fate.

Between signing in and quietly cultivating, Li Changsheng also grew day by day.

From only lying down to slightly rolling over.

From babbling incoherently to producing vague syllables.

His eyes remained clear.

But deep within them lay a depth that didn’t match his age.

Occasionally, Li Yunrui personally tended to him.

The Grand Princess was breathtakingly beautiful, her figure graceful.

Even in simple palace attire, her elegance was undeniable.

She reclined on a soft couch, her long, pale legs crossed.

Her gaze rested on Li Changsheng in the crib.

Lazy yet probing.

“Little thing, you’re quite well-behaved today.”

She extended a finger, teasing his chin.

Her fingertip was cool.

Li Changsheng obediently turned his head, letting out aningless babbles.

Playing the docile baby? He was a professional.

Li Yunrui chuckled softly.

The smile was beautiful but didn’t reach her eyes.

“Who will you resemble when you grow up?”

She mused aloud.

“Your dazzlingly brilliant mother?”

“Or your… ruthless father?”

Li Changsheng’s heart tightened.

This woman never missed a chance to remind him of his origins.

To emphasize his awkward position, caught between his parents’ enmity.

She seed to relish this sense of control.

Teasing him. Observing him.

As if admiring an amusing plaything.

A pitch-black cat appeared silently in the hall.

It crouched in a corner, its golden eyes coldly watching everything.

Li Yunrui glanced at the cat but paid it no mind.

She leaned closer to Li Changsheng.

Her breath carried a faint, chilly fragrance.

“Let see what’s so special about Ye Qingi’s son.”

Her fingers traced his brows lightly.

Li Changsheng could feel the iciness of her touch, and the scrutiny hidden beneath the gentle motions.

He knew this woman wasn’t right in the head.

Her tenderness might just be the calm before the storm.

Just then,

A eunuch’s shrill announcent broke the hall’s tranquility.

“His Majesty has arrived, !”

Li Yunrui slowly straightened, her lazy deanor vanishing instantly.

She adjusted her robes, her expression reverting to its usual aloofness.

Footsteps approached.

A middle-aged man in casual attire, yet exuding imperial majesty, entered.

The Emperor of Qing.

His sharp gaze swept the hall before settling on Li Yunrui.

“Yunrui.”

His voice was calm, revealing little emotion.

“Your Majesty.”

Li Yunrui inclined her head slightly in greeting.

The Emperor stepped closer, studying her face for a mont.

“You look well.”

“By Your Majesty’s grace.”

Their exchange was polite yet carried a strange sense of distance.

The Emperor’s eyes shifted to the crib.

To the tiny infant swaddled within.

Ye Qingi’s son.

His… son.

The Emperor’s gaze grew complicated.

Curiosity. Scrutiny. And a trace of inexplicable wariness.

He walked slowly to the crib.

Looking down at Li Changsheng.

Li Changsheng stared back.

This man was the Emperor of Qing.

His biological father.

And one of his greatest future adversaries.

Old fox.

Li Changsheng labeled him internally.

The Emperor’s lips curved into a seemingly gentle smile.

“So this is Changsheng?”

He reached out as if to touch the baby.

Li Yunrui spoke coolly from the side.

“Your Majesty, be careful.”

“They say this child is protected by a spirit cat and carries strange flas, harm him, and you’ll burn.”

Her words sounded like a warning.

The Emperor’s hand paused.

He had naturally heard these rumors.

Ye Qingi’s thods were always unexpected.

He withdrew his hand, simply observing Li Changsheng.

“Our son is indeed extraordinary.”

His tone held a mix of emotion and testing.

“These eyes… they resemble hers.”

The “her” was unmistakably Ye Qingi.

Li Changsheng could sense the Emperor’s assessing gaze.

This wasn’t how a father looked at his son.

More like evaluating an object, one that could bring trouble or value.

The Emperor’s thoughts were indeed complex.

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