With the voices approaching the door, the eunuch finally caught up with his master and pleaded bitterly, "Your Highness! This Mingyue Palace is cursed. You must not go in!"
Was Lin Jingyuan ever an obedient person? The more someone says that he couldn't go in, the more he wanted to go. He opened the door with a push of a palm and strode in.
Lin Feilu was still playing jianzi with Lin Zhanyuan.
The sun rays were spreading warm light. When its rays penetrated the clouds, there were thin pillars of golden light. A little girl with two little buns on her head wore a light pink blouse and skirt. She was enveloped in the warm light as she played jianzi with a sweet smile on her little face. Her little figure was jumping here and there, looking absolutely adorable.
Lin Jingyuan felt that he suddenly understood the saying: "Cute Is Justice".
He retorted back to the eunuch, displaying his dissatisfaction, "My sister, the Fifth Princess, is like a little fairy. There is only immortality and good luck present wherever she is! I won't forgive you if you keep spouting any more nonsense!"
When Lin Feilu heard his voice, she raised her head and her nimble figure stopped in place as the jianzi fell on the ground. She tilted her head and looked at the door. Her small hands were held in front of her, but her big, watery eyes were filled with delight and surprise.
Lin Jingyuan walked in and shouted "Little Feilu" in high spirits.
She pursed her lips embarrassedly and smiled, revealing sweet dimples, as if she was very happy that he still remembered her name. She obediently watched as he approached closer and closer. When he walked up to her and picked up the jianzi, she raised her little face and greeted softly, "Brother Jingyuan."
His Royal Highness, the Fourth Prince, was so mesmerised by the soft and sweet sound of her saying "Brother Jingyuan" that he could not differentiate between earth and heaven.
To be reasonable, no one had ever called him so sweetly since he was born. The servants called him Your Highness, while the elders would call him Yuan'er or some other formal title. The princesses either called him the Fourth Elder Brother or the Fourth Younger Brother.
He only found out today how great it felt to be called out this way! It sounded very kind and pleasant!
Lin Feilu took the jianzi that Lin Jinyuan picked up and asked cutely, "Brother Jingyuan, why are you here today?"
Lin Jingyuan took out a withered Asiatic apple flower from his sleeves. He was full of confidence when he came over, but now he felt a little embarrassed standing in front of his Fifth Younger Sister. He scratched his head and said, "This is the double-petaled apple flower you gave me earlier. I have had maids take care of it for the past few days but it will soon wither."
Lin Feilu blinked her eyes, stretched out a slender finger and gently poked the petals. She looked as if she was thinking. She then raised her head and smiled at him, "Have no fear. I have a way!" She stretched out her hand and held onto one of his fingers. "Follow me."
Lin Jingyuan glanced at the little hands holding him and coughed dryly, concealing his embarrassment. He changed the subject as he looked at Lin Zhanyuan who had been standing beside him in bewilderment, "Who is he?"
Lin Feilu paused and slowly retracted the hand holding him.
She seemed to be a little afraid. She lowered her head slightly and said in a low voice, "It's my brother. His name is Lin Zhanyuan."
Lin Jingyuan blurted out, "That fool? He…"
After speaking, he felt a little annoyed and was about to continue speaking but then his eyes fell on Lin Feilu and his words got stuck in his throat. Her face showed an expression of hurt. Her head was sinking lower and lower, even the two small buns on her head seemed to be wilting. Her voice was dull as if she would cry anytime, "My brother is not a fool, he is just sick."
Lin Jingyuan immediately regretted his words.