Disguised as a Fake Young Master, I Absconded with the Money to the Enemy Country Overnight

Cold rain, mingled with the smell of alcohol, seeped into my nostrils. The gilded hall of the Jing'an Marquis's mansion was warm and inviting, but I felt as if I'd fallen into an ice cave. "Lin'er, come here, meet your…brother." My father, Xiao Zhenxiong's voice carried a hint of suppressed excitement, and an undisguised distance. My hand, holding the wine cup, remained as steady as a rock. I looked up at the young man standing beside my father. His name was Xiao Fan. He wore coarse, faded clothes, yet they couldn't conceal the heroic spirit between his brows. He looked at me, his eyes filled with curiosity, timidity, and a barely perceptible…greed. I…