He was twenty-eight when he supported the young emperor to ascend the throne and become the governor.
This year, he also raised the nephew entrusted to him by his deceased brother.
He personally chose a marriage for his nephew, lived up to his late brother's instructions, and watched his nephew get married and enter the bridal chamber.
The next day, a newlywed couple came to him with red faces.
The bride got up late, making him wait for half a stick of incense.
Not noticing anything, he slowly used the lid of the tea cup to skim off the foam. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bride standing behind her nephew, nervously holding her nephew's sleeve. The tip of her nose was reddish, and her face was delicate and childish.
The nephew took her hand and comforted her, "Don't be afraid," he said, "This is my little uncle."
He put down the tea cup and looked down at her calmly.
Just as the bride looked up, their eyes facing each other, she flinched, curled her fluffy eyelashes, and smiled softly at him.
"Little uncle." She called timidly, with the utmost tenderness.
When her nephew's ship was buried in the sea and no bones were left, she called him pitifully like this.
"Little uncle."
The young bride shed tears and lay weakly under him, feeling infinitely sad.
She timidly hugged his neck.
"Can you, can you give me a child...?"
Leave a wife for his nephew.
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Dog-blooded slow-heat main emotion 0 plot
The girl is not a virgin/the nephew is not dead/the old house is on fire/the age difference is 12, Lei's caution
Intention: No
