Gold and Jade on the outside [Rebirth]

Chapter 2 Ye Chongjin

The carved fragrant rosewood windows are slightly open, the breeze blows by and the fragrance of lotus enters the nose.

Sitting on the couch was a little pink-carved jade baby, only one or two years old. Wearing a bright red dudou made of snow brocade and satin, two white jade lotus-like calves were lightly kicking. He messed up the tassels in front of the bed showing a bit of carelessness.

Grandma An held a nanmu wood spoon in her hand, scooped up a spoonful of brown-black concoction, carefully handed it to his lips and coaxed: "Peach nectar has been added, please give it a taste young master. If you don't like it, I'll think about the method again."

The baby lowered his head, his small nose twitched slightly, obviously sniffing the smell of the medicine. However the smell of the medicine could not be suppressed by a spoonful of peach nectar. There was still what should be there. The child frowned and a small head refused to drink.

Grandma An had a gentle temperament and advised: "As the saying goes, good medicine is bitter in the mouth and thus is good for the disease. Although the medicine is bitter, it can cure the disease. Don't you want to take good care of yourself early and be able to go out to play in the yard?"

The child was silent for a moment, the bright red lips moved and he finally opened his mouth.

After feeding the medicine, grandma An took out the fine silk from her sleeve, wiped the medicine from the corner of the child's lips and praised a few more words but her eyes were full of pity.

This young master is the treasure of the Prime Minister. He is pampered like a finely carved porcelain doll. Every bump or touch hurts as if his heart is being ripped out. However because of his congenital weakness, he has suffered much pain. Sometimes she couldn't help but think that maybe this child had too many blessings and couldn't bear it which was why he suffered this disaster.

As soon as grandma An finished clearing away the soup bowls, an eight or nine year old boy came over from the outside. He was wearing a moon-white gown. His appearance was young but he has handsome features. He had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth and his manners were elegant and noble. Only a century-old scholarly family can raise such a son.

The boy walked up to the little child and stretched out his hand. The child saw a red hawthorn candy lying in his palm. The golden candy wrapped around the bright fruit was crystal clear and attractive in colour.

The little child looked at it eagerly, licked his moist lips and finally called out in a milky voice: "Brother"

The boy suddenly beamed with joy and handed the hawthorn candy to the child's lips. The child whimpered. After swallowing, his white and tender cheeks twitched slightly and his bright eyes narrowed slightly like a napping kitten. Apparently the candy relieved his tastebuds that were poisoned by the concoction.

Grandma An looked on and couldn't help but smiled knowingly. The Eldest Young Master came in at a good time.

The Second Young Master is very sweet-tongued in front of his elders. Even the stoic old Master is often coaxed into laughing by him. Not to mention the Master and his wife. They always want to put him in their sleeves and take him with them wherever they go. Even if they take less than a glance they would feel that they are at a disadvantage.

The Eldest Young Master naturally liked this pistachio but the Second Young Master is very indifferent to him. He always has to coax him in different ways in order to hear the word "brother".

Ye Chonghui touched his little brother's soft curly hair and said as if he was a young adult, "has A-Jin grown taller again?" The child rolled his eyes at him. He should have looked contemptuous but because of his round shape and chubby white cheeks, it looks very cute, even giving the illusion of being coquettish. Ye Chonghui suddenly touched him more enthusiastically.

Grandma An smiled and said: "Young master please don't make this joke. It's hitting the heart of the Second Young Master. When he got up this morning, the Second Young Master was comparing himself in the bronze mirror and said that he never grew taller. He looked anxious. Very cute."

After saying these words, all the women and girls in the room were holding back their laughter but Ye Chonghui burst out laughing without hesitation. Ye Chongjin had a sullen face and wanted to scratch him with his claws.

Although he looks only one or two years old, he actually passed his third birthday last month. Due to a congenital disease, he was smaller than an ordinary baby when he was born. In recent years, rare medicinal ginseng soup was fed to him vigorously. He finally regained his strength and gained a few ounces of flesh but he was still shorter than other children of the same age.

He is really worried that he will not grow taller in the future but these people view it as entertainment which is extremely disgusting.

Thinking of Song Li's great reputation, if he stamped his feet, the whole capital would tremble. If he was unhappy, countless people would be unlucky. He never thought that he would end up in the situation he is in now. He really complied with the saying: the cycle of cause and effect, retributive displeasure!

Everyone knows that Prime Minister Ye, who was both talented and virtuous in the Daegu Dynasty, only had an only son named Chonghui. However Song Li has been in the court for a long time and heard some secrets unknown to outsiders. It turned out that Madam Ye had been pregnant with a second child in her early years. However that child's fate was bad and he died before he was born. This incident was painful for the Ye family. No one mentioned it for many years and the child who died young was gradually forgotten.

When he heard people talking about this incident, he felt pity and lamented a few words. He never expected that one day he would borrow this child's body to return to the world. In his previous life, that old guy Ye Yanbai wished he could eat his flesh. If he knew that Song Li had become his son, he would most likely be angry to death.

In order to avoid angering the pillar of the country to death, he decided to be a well-behaved and sensible child. After all, given Prime Minister Ye's age and seniority, it would not be a disadvantage to call him father. But Ye Chonghui was different. This boy was several years younger than him. Now he is only an eight year old child. Seeing this childish face, he really couldn't call him older brother.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. He raised his hand to slap away the hand touching his head, turned around and played with the nine-link ring his mother gave him.

Ye Chonghui tilted his head, a smile flashed in his eyes. His younger brother looks very cute when he is angry. He really wanted to hug him and give him a kiss. Thinking this, he did the same. He was his younger brother – who else could he kiss if he couldn't kiss him.

"Chu-"

His face softened slightly and the nine-link ring in Ye Chongjin's hand fell on the couch making a jiggling sound. He raised his head in a daze, looking at the boy with the bright smile in front of him and did not respond for a long time.

Ye Chonghui .... the Ye Chonghui who wrote hundreds of memorials to impeach him, actually kissed him ...