Minmin took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and said, "You are my brother!"
"Huh?" Little Jinkong looked taken aback, "You're definitely not my brother!"
Minmin wore an I-knew-it expression, "See, I knew you wouldn't believe me! But I truly am your brother! My mother is your mother! You even met her before! Don't you like her?"
Little Jinkong had met the Prince Consort twice before, once at the Medical Hall and once at the Imperial Palace. The Prince Consort was a very affable lady, just like the Yao Family, both of which made Little Jinkong feel fond of.
But for some reason, Little Jinkong had the vague feeling that the 'liking' Minmin referred to was different from what he had understood.
Little Jinkong felt torn for a moment.
