"Gege!" The closer he got to the tea hall, the more excited he got, and his footsteps couldn't but speed up. He hadn't even entered the room and had already called the person.
Jing Chen put down the tea cup in his hand, and wrinkled his brow slightly. Seeing Jing Shao who was hurriedly walking in he couldn't help but scold: "You are already married now and still so impatient, you shouldn't be like this!"
Jing Shao repressed his natural disposition and stopped, then shook his head and he forced a smile. Ever since he was small he was used to being reprimanded by his brother, and once he heard him begin scolding, all he wanted to do was run. But now as he heard the sentence "you shouldn't be like this", there was an incomparable sense of familiarity, and he only hoped that his brother would from now on reprimand him for a long time. He walked in casually, and seeing his brother furrowing his brow staring at him, he couldn't help but smile and go over to pay respects to his elder brother and sister-in-law.
"Shu-shu," his sister-in-law Consort Xiao who was sitting next to him rose and returned the greeting. Seeing that Jing Chen was still cold-faced and not speaking, she smiled and said, "Originally we weren't supposed to come. However, hearing that younger brother was unwell and not seeing you go to your office, your brother was not at ease, so he brought me with him." In ordinary people's families, they went over to their parents, brothers and sister-in-laws to pay respect in the morning, and in the afternoon they would visit their parents-in-law, so although them coming this time was somewhat unexpected, it was still acceptable.
Jing Shao naturally understood the reason behind it. Hearing his sister-in-law say this, he raised his head and looked at his brother whose brow was still wrinkled. It suddenly felt warm in his heart. During his last life, he was really blind, thinking that his brother wrinkling his brow at him everyday was him thinking he Jing Shao was an eyesore, yet not knowing that this person was doing so much for him in places he was not aware of.
"Brother..." Jing Shao slowly walked in front of his elder brother and opened his mouth, yet only that one word came out.
Jing Chen stared blankly. Astonished, he raised his head to look at him. Since their Imperial Father had decreed for him to marry the second son of Marquis Bei Wei, this younger brother whom he had loved and protected ever since he was a child would not call him "brother" again. When meeting each other he would only call out "Second Imperial Prince" making his heart ache. Today, he didn't have any hopes that Jing Shao would come visit him, but he did not expect the stewards of the prince's manor to personally come and apologize for shirking their meeting previously, allowing him to raise some hope in his heart. After waiting until noon had passed, and seeing that he had still not come, he couldn't sit still and went over himself. He didn't expect that there would be such a pleasant surprise.
Seeing that the two brothers seemed to have words to say to each other, Consort Xiao smiled as she got up and said: "I will go see your Wang Fei."
"Sao-zi... Jung Qing has not gotten up yet, you and Gege wait here for just a moment, I will go call him to come out." Jing Shao quickly blocked Consort Xiao.
"Oh, look at me, I'm all muddled!" Consort Xiao blanked for a second, then annoyingly wrung her handkerchief in her hands, so embarrassed that her face turned crimson. His Wang Fei is a man. Although she is his sister-in-law, he is still a man and she couldn't just go visit his bedside. But his elder brother could go into the bedroom to visit his sister-in-law.
Jing Chen glanced thoughtfully at his wife, got up and said to Jing Shao: "Younger brother's consort is sick, don't make him suffer. I will go with you to see."
Dou Fu who was on the side heard this, and quietly called the little servant girl to run fast and to inform the Wang Fei.
When Jing Shao took his brother into the bedroom of the east wing, he saw Mu Hanzhang wearing an outer garment, leaning on a soft divan in the outer room, covered with a thin blanket. The outer garment was loose and had a soft texture. At first glance, one could tell it was something for wearing at home. Although it was not very formal, the way the clothing was tied was very neat and proper, and seeing that the person in question was sick, it was also not considered lacking in manners.
