"As long as Elder Brother is by our side, we all live well, nothing else really matters..."
Wen Xingsu smiled, raised his hand as if to pat her head, but then he put it down and clasped the teacup, "You think marriage is a child's play?"
He summoned Si Qin, who brought over a sandalwood box.
"I left Xinzhou in a hurry, Elder Brother has nothing of value, so let this pair of jade chilong be Yi Yi's bridal dowry..."
"Elder Brother." Feng Yun's throat tightened slightly.
This pair of jade chilong was a personal item of Elder Brother, exquisitely carved and translucent; he cherished it deeply. If not for this "fake marriage," Elder Brother certainly wouldn't want to part with it.
Feng Yun felt like a liar.
She had deceived Elder Brother.
"You and I are siblings, there's no need for such formality..."
"It's necessary." Wen Xingsu stuffed it into her hand, paused for a moment, and then laughed softly.