Mi primer marido después de la transmigración

Capítulo 133

The voice kept calling for "sister," relentlessly. Whose child was looking for their family? Never mind, it's none of my business, and besides, I don't know his sister.

I was about to fall asleep several times, only to be woken up by that voice at the crucial moment. I was really angry. Just as I was about to lash out, another voice said, "Your Highness, why don't you go and rest?" It was a deep, mature male voice, but I didn't know what he looked like.

The voice that had been calling for her sister said, "No, the Imperial Advisor said that if she doesn't wake up in the next two days, she will never wake up again."

Is his sister sick? Having a brother like that is truly a blessing. However, he would be an even better brother if he didn't disturb my sleep by whispering in my ear.

I tried so hard to ignore their voices, just wanting to get a good night's sleep, but their voices lingered in my ears like a curse. I couldn't take it anymore! I slammed my hand on the ground, leaped up, and yelled, "Could you please keep your voices out of the way? You've been disturbing me for so long, can't you let me get any sleep?"

But then a cry of pain was heard, followed by a joyful shout: "Sister, sister, you're finally awake!"

I sighed. Now that his sister was awake, she wouldn't bother me anymore. Finally, I could get a good night's sleep. I tilted my head back and lay down on the grass. But instead of landing on the soft grass as I hoped, someone stopped me. I opened my eyes in annoyance, only to see an incredibly beautiful face.

I looked around in confusion. Where am I? Where is my sunshine? Where is my meadow?

Searching around, all they found was a very spacious room with a gleaming floor, carved railings and painted pillars, and a room filled with gold and jade. In the center of the room was a large bronze incense burner, from which wisps of smoke drifted and emitted a faint fragrance.

Looking at the refined face before me, then at the middle-aged man with a handsome beard behind him, and touching the soft bedding beneath me, I cautiously asked, "Who are you? Where am I?"

The joyful expression on her delicate face vanished: "Sister, don't you recognize me? I'm Zinuo!"

Am I his sister? Zinuo? Tilting my head, the name sounded familiar. I looked closely at his face; his features were as perfect as a work of art, with three golden marks on his forehead like peacock tail feathers. I couldn't help but reach out and touch them. "They're not stickers, they're tattoos. The craftsmen here are really skilled; the tattoos are so detailed, and the colors are beautiful too." I exclaimed in admiration, while the boy named Zinuo looked even more miserable.

Zi Nuo cautiously approached me and asked, "Sister, do you really not recognize me?"

I exclaimed in surprise, "Am I really your sister? Quickly, bring me a mirror!" If he's this handsome, then I must be beautiful too.

Zi Nuo gave an order to the middle-aged man behind her, and immediately an exquisite bronze mirror was placed in front of me. I looked at myself in the mirror again and again, pouting in dissatisfaction. I put Zi Nuo's face in the bronze mirror as well, comparing the two, and finally sighed: "Look, we don't look alike at all. You're much prettier than me, so how could I be your sister?"

Zi Nuo took the bronze mirror from my hand and asked in a deep voice, "Sister, are you upset that I kept it from you for so long and now you refuse to acknowledge me? I didn't want to hide it from you either, I just wanted to be with you."

I closed my eyes and waved my hand impatiently, "Stop making noise, I want to sleep." Then I leaned back and ignored them.

Zi Nuo sighed softly, "Then you should go to sleep first, sister. Don't sleep too soundly, or I'm afraid I won't be able to wake you up again." As she spoke, she gently covered me with the blanket, and her footsteps slowly walked towards the door.

Only after the footsteps faded away did I reopen my eyes, tears slowly streaming down my face. Although his voice was different from before, although his appearance had changed, although he now sported a head of snow-white hair, how could I not recognize him when I opened my eyes and saw him? It wasn't that I didn't want to acknowledge him, but I simply couldn't bear to imagine what we had both been through during this time. I couldn't ignore the fact that my own reflection in the mirror was also different from before; my hair was no longer jet black, but had a faint brown tinge, and my eyes had turned bluish-black. I was no longer myself, and Zinuo was no longer Zinuo.

I was clearly poisoned by the Soul-Severing Pill, and it was Zinuo who saved me when I was about to die. If I remember correctly, the one who called me "sister" back then wasn't Zinuo's spirit, but his real self. However, his hair was clearly black back then.

If there is no antidote for the Soul-Severing Pill, and now he has been given a second chance at life, looking at Zi Nuo and his appearance which are almost unrecognizable, how great must the price be for this life?

I sat up, shook my head, and got out of bed barefoot. I guess I hadn't expected to wake up at this time; besides the clothes I was wearing, there were no other clothes for me to wear outside, and no shoes either. The marble floor was icy cold. I tiptoed to the door, and a cool breeze wafted towards me, much more pleasant than the incense inside.

I sat down on the low threshold, leaning against the door frame, looking at the beautiful scenery outside. I didn't know what season it was; it was neither cold nor hot.

The middle-aged man called Zi Nuo "Your Highness." I once heard the people of Jinque Kingdom say that their regent prince had three golden sparrow feathers on his forehead. Could Zi Nuo be the regent prince of Jinque Kingdom? Then how did he become my brother? There are too many questions. Zi Nuo said he lied to me. I'll find him and ask him clearly later.

A palace maid in purple robes carrying a flower basket passed by in the corridor. When she saw me sitting by the door, she exclaimed in surprise and rushed over to help me up, then took me back to my room. After I sat down on a stool, she ran out to call someone over.

Soon, a cacophony of footsteps sounded outside the door, and several people entered. Leading them was Zinuo, dressed in white with golden peacocks embroidered on it. Beside him was—Gan Lin!

Upon seeing me sitting on the stool, Zi Nuo strode forward and stopped in front of me, exclaiming happily, "Sister, you woke up so quickly?"

I nodded. I hadn't slept at all.

Zi Nuo sat down next to me, and Gan Lin also came over, staring intently at me, and asked somewhat nervously, "Do you recognize me?"

He grinned and said, "Isn't this Ganlin?"

Gan Lin smiled, and Zinuo looked at me expectantly: "What about me?"

He sighed, shook his head, and said, "I know you used to be called Zinuo, but I don't know who you are now."

Zi Nuo finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then said with dissatisfaction, "Was my sister deliberately ignoring me just now?"

I chuckled and said, "It wasn't intentional. I slept too long and my head is a little dizzy, so I can't remember right now." If I were to admit it was intentional, wouldn't he hold a grudge against me for a while longer? Seeing Zinuo's full head of white hair, I suddenly felt a pang of sadness. To me, that hair color wasn't bad; what hair color don't exist in modern times? It's just that I think that pure white hair is beautiful, but the others here might not think so.

When she met my gaze, Zinuo's face darkened again: "I'm really afraid that my sister won't recognize me."

She slowly shook her head, stood up, stroked Zi Nuo's hair, and said with a soft laugh, "I think it looks great. Do you remember when I specially found grass to dye it in Caizhou? Now we don't need to dye it anymore. Look at you and me, how different we are from others."

Zi Nuo smiled again: "I'm glad you like it, sister." Then she had a group of palace maids who had followed her help me with my hair and makeup, and she and Gan Lin left first.

The palace maids busied themselves helping me bathe and change. Although I wasn't very good at dressing up before, and Yin Yan and Yu Ying had helped me with my makeup, I was still a little unaccustomed to having so many people fussing over me all at once. But I could only let them do as they pleased.

The palace attire of the Golden Sparrow Kingdom was quite revealing, resembling the clothing of women in the Tang Dynasty. She wore a light green, halter-neck dress underneath, and a semi-transparent white gauze over it, with gold trim on the collar and cuffs, giving her a rather elegant appearance.

The problem was my hair; this color made any hairstyle look awkward. After trying a few styles, I finally told them to stop and just grabbed a ribbon and tied my hair up. I'll try to figure out how to look beautiful later; I have more important things to do right now.

After getting ready, accompanied by the palace maids, they went to Zi Nuo's palace.

Do not lean against the west railing to lock in the clear autumn. Chapter 116

Chapter word count: 4266 Update time: 09-09-12 11:42

Before we even reached the entrance to Zinuo's palace, Zinuo and Ganlin came out to greet us. Following behind them was a girl of about twelve or thirteen years old, with a pretty face that looked vaguely familiar. She was holding the hand of a two- or three-year-old boy and gave me a slight smile.

I frowned slightly. Do I know them?

Upon seeing my appearance, Gan Lin couldn't help but laugh and said, "What, don't you recognize me? You asked me to take care of Xiao Wan and Chu Chen."

Xiao Wan and Chu Chen?

I stared wide-eyed: "What did you feed Chu Chen? How did he grow so big all of a sudden?" There's no such thing as a growth stimulant. Even if a breastfed baby is hard to take care of, there's no need to force them to grow faster.

Gan Lin glared at me irritably: "What do you mean you've grown so much all of a sudden? It's been more than two years!"