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All Hail Cousin Brother

Yu Youyao had a nightmare. In her dream, she was married to the Marquis’ son, Song Mingzhao, and had become a mere medicine-human for her third sister, Yu Jianjia. After having blood extracted from her heart for three years, Yu Youyao’s life was nearing its end, so her wrist was slit and she died just like that. Upon waking up, her heart thumped wildly and she decided to choose the first man she saw to escape that tragic fate. Thus, she clung onto the leg of her maternal cousin who had come all the way from the You Kingdom. “Cousin, I’ll be good to you for the rest of my life.” Zhou Linghuai looked at the girl nestled in his arms. She had a lovely face and puppy eyes. Despite his usual ruthlessness, he suddenly found himself unable to reject her. And so, he became Yu Youyao’s protector, helping her to take revenge on those who bullied her, fend off the schemes of others, and reject all of her suitors. He even helped her attain glory and magnificence. Once Yu Youyao reached adulthood, events started to progress according to her dream. The Marquis’s son, Song Mingzhao, had indeed come to request for her hand in marriage. However, Zhou Linghuai pressed Yu Youyao against the wall and said in a low voice, “You’re mine. You can’t marry anyone else!”

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Ms. Ye did not mind who she learned the zither skills from. She called Old Madam Su over. "Bring me the zither in my room."

Old Madam Su responded and left.

Yu Youyao looked at Ms. Ye curiously. Mr. Ye said, "Your grandmother is right. Only by learning some talent can you show off your abilities. Otherwise, others will think that you don't know how to be elegant and are a nerd."

Yu Youyao nodded obediently.

Old Madam Su carried the zither out. Yu Youyao took a closer look. The zither was dark green and looked elegant and simple. "Ms. Ye, your zither is really beautiful."

Ms. Ye's fingers hooked, picked, wiped, tapped, and twirled. The Ode to the Zither flowed between her fingers. It was clear, strange, light, and distant, like the endless spring rain.