He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Sometimes when Yun Yi went upstairs to see Wen Ruotang, she would be leaning against the headboard, wearing a light pink cardigan, her hair loose over her shoulders, and she would smile when she saw him.

"Xiao Yi is here."

She reached out her hand, and Yunyi walked over and was pulled into her arms.

She smelled of medicine, bitter, mixed with the scent of milk.

When will Mom give birth?

Yun Yi asked.

"Soon."

Wen Ruotang looked down at him, gently running her fingers through his hair. "Does Xiao Yi want a younger brother or a younger sister?"

"younger sister."

Yun Yi didn't hesitate.

Wen Ruotang smiled, a very soft smile, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Why do you want a younger sister?

Yun Yi pursed his lips.

Why else? Naturally, it's because I can clearly sense through life sensing that it's a girl inside my belly.

But I can't say it directly.

Hello, little sister.

He said.

Wen Ruotang hugged him a little tighter, resting her chin on the top of his head.

"Okay, then it'll be my sister."

……

That late autumn, when the first snow fell, Wen Ruotang was born.

It's a girl.

Weighing six pounds and two ounces, the baby cried loudly, its little face flushed, kicking its arms and legs incessantly, like a little turtle whose shell had been turned upside down.

Yunyi stood at the door of the delivery room and saw through the glass window that the nurse picked up the little one.

Very small.

He's even younger than he was back then.

Its skin was wrinkled, like an unripe peach, its eyes were tightly closed, and its mouth opened and closed as it searched for milk.

"It's a little girl."

Sister Liu smiled and said, "Xiao Yi, you have a little sister now."

Yun Yi didn't say anything, he just watched.

His face was reflected in the glass window—he was three and a half years old. His eyebrows and eyes had grown out a bit, and he was no longer as round as when he was born. His chin was a little more pointed, and his eyes were a little bigger.

His eyes changed for a split second.

It wasn't intentional; it was an instinctive bodily reaction—the eagle's eye automatically adjusted its focus at close range, allowing it to see every single eyelash of the baby clearly.

Very dense.

very long.

Like two small fans.

Wen Ruotang named his younger sister Yun Nian.

She didn't say what the word "念" meant, and Yun Tianheng didn't ask either.

After Yun Nian was born, Wen Ruotang's health improved somewhat.

She can get out of bed and walk around, she can eat a whole bowl of porridge, and her face is no longer that frighteningly pale.

But she didn't smile much anymore.

It's not that I don't laugh, it's that I laugh less.

Sometimes when Yun Yi carried Yun Nian to visit her, she would sit by the window staring blankly outside. Only when she heard footsteps would she come back to her senses, turn her head, and smile.

That smile was faint, as if seen through a layer of mist.

Yun Yi saw it all, but said nothing.

He wasn't a real three-year-old, but he didn't know what to say either.

……

Yun Nian is growing up very fast.

She could sit at six months, crawl at eight months, walk at one year old, and run and jump at one and a half years old, babbling incessantly.

She's like a sapling that's been fertilized, changing every day.

Her hair was thick and black, tied in two little buns, and bounced as she ran.

Her eyes were like Wen Ruotang's—big, round, like two black grapes, and she looked at everything with a curious eye.

She loved following Yunyi the most.

She followed Yun Yi wherever he went.

Yunyi sat down, and she climbed onto his lap.

Yunyi was reading a book, and she reached out to grab the pages.

Yun Yi ignored her, so she hugged his arm and shook it, calling out "Brother, brother, brother" like a chick chirping incessantly.

"Can you be quiet for a moment?"

Yun Yi was so annoyed by her that he frowned and said something.

Yun Nian was stunned for a moment, her mouth twitched, and her eyes instantly filled with tears.

"My brother was mean to me..."

Yun Yi took a deep breath.

He didn't even flinch when faced with a joint impeachment from more than a dozen ministers in the Great Yan Dynasty, but now he's completely at a loss because of a two-year-old girl.

I didn't yell at you.

He said it in a harsh tone.

Yun Nian sniffled, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, staring at him without blinking.

"real?"

"real."

Yun Nian burst into laughter through her tears, climbed onto his lap, buried her face in his chest, and mumbled, "Brother is the best."

Yun Yi didn't move, just sat there, letting her use him as a human cushion.

In the living room, Wen Ruotang watched this scene from afar, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

That day, her smile was a little brighter than before.

……

Time continues to move forward.

Yunyi is four, five, and six years old.

Every birthday is celebrated simply—Wen Ruotang will make a cake by hand, and Yun Tianheng may not be present, but a gift will always arrive.

When I was four years old, it was an encyclopedia.

When I was five, it was a telescope.

When I was six years old, it was a microscope.

Every gift was just right, as if someone had carefully studied his preferences and chosen them meticulously.

Yun Yi was unsure whether this was Yun Tianheng's own idea or something his secretary had done on his behalf.

But he had to admit that these things were indeed useful.

The encyclopedia helped him understand the biological classification of this world.

The telescope allowed him to observe living things at a greater distance.

The microscope... We didn't use the microscope for the time being. A three-year-old wouldn't know how to use a microscope, and neither would a six-year-old.

He was very good at pretending.

Over the course of six years, no one in the family noticed anything unusual.

Sister Liu thought he was a quiet child, Wen Ruotang thought he was a sensible child, and Yun Tianheng thought he was a... qualified child.

The word "qualified" is not quite accurate, but Yunyi couldn't find a better way to say it.

Yun Tianheng's attitude towards him was not like that of a father towards his son, but more like that of a manager towards his successor.

Regularly check his learning progress, and occasionally take him for a walk around the company, letting him sit in the office and look at the employees coming and going and the mountains of documents.

On one occasion, Yun Tianheng placed a tablet computer in front of him, with a company organizational chart on the screen.

"Did you understand?"

Yun Tianheng asked.

Yun Yi watched for two minutes and then nodded.

Tell me about it.

Yunyi explained the functions of each department, the areas of responsibility of each senior executive, and each reporting line in great detail.

After listening, Yun Tianheng remained silent for a few seconds.

"good."

It's still those two words.

But Yun Yi noticed that the corner of his mouth twitched.

It wasn't a smile; it was a very subtle, almost imperceptible change in curvature.

In the physiognomy of emperors, this is called a "slight chin"—indicating satisfaction, but a reluctance to show it too obviously.

He himself often did the same when he was emperor.

……

Yun Nian is three years old.

Completely different from Yun Yi's quietness back then, she was like a ignited fire, burning wherever she went.

She broke the vase in the living room twice, plucked half of the flowers in the garden to use as "herbs," and scattered flour all over the kitchen floor before rolling around in it.

Sister Liu chased after her, running until she was out of breath.

"Miss! Miss, slow down! You can't touch that!"

Yun Nian giggled, running barefoot on the floor with a pattering sound. Her hair was disheveled, her skirt was dirty, and there was a smear of cream on her face.

She ran up to Yun Yi, grabbed his leg, and hid behind him.

"Brother, save me!"

Yun Yi looked down at the fluffy head and sighed.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything..."

Sister Liu caught up with him, leaning against the door frame, panting.

"Miss has smeared all of Madam's lipstick on the mirror."