Protect Our Lin Meimei

The day I became Lin Daiyu's older brother, I stayed up all night writing our father a thirty-thousand-word letter. It had just one point: Whatever you do, don't send my little sister to the Jia family! But Father wrote back: "My son is remarkably perceptive. I have decided to send your sister to the safer Imperial Academy instead." Me: "???" Wait, was there such a place in the original story? It wasn't until I saw the academy's headmaster, the Ninth Prince, rumored to be violent and bloodthirsty, gently teaching my little sister archery, that I understood. Behind me, the emperor gritted his teeth. "Lord Lin, just how many good older brothers does your sister have?" --- Before my eyes was the top of a brocade canopy embroidered with an intricate curling lotus pattern, its fine...