Sister

When my brother was born, his mother suffered a childbirth disaster and passed away. The situation was difficult, so Lin Chuanying could only hug him and hurriedly escape from the rebels. He was wrapped in swaddling clothes and neither cried nor fussed, his dark eyes looking straight at Lin Chuanying. This year is the 19th year of Taiping. The old dynasty falls and a new dynasty rises. My father ascended the throne and became the supreme lord of the world. Lin Chuanying and her brother were found back in the palace. At this time, there were three thousand concubines in the harem and there was a new queen. In the next few years, princes were born one after another. My father had long forgotten the deep love he had with his first wife back then, and he had also forgotten the two children he had before he became emperor. As a result, the son of Empress Yuan became the target of public criticism. ———— The deep palace is treacherous, turbulent and undercurrent, and there are too many thrilling days and nights. But the clearest thing in Lin Funan's memory was not the turbulence, but the appearance of his slender sister walking towards him holding an umbrella on a cold rainy night. Slender waist, weak shoulders, shallow lips and cold eyes. The goose-yellow bodhi leaves fell to the ground behind her, and a slightly bitter smell lingered. Just like when she had passed through swords and mud for many years, she was so calm and indifferent when she held up a sky for the two of them in this deep palace of intrigues. ———— Later, the situation in the palace changed rapidly, and Lin Chuanying wanted to find a man from a noble family to marry. The young man leaned against the wall, innocently raising his lips and smiling at Lin Chuan: "Sister, wouldn't it be nice to marry me?" Before Lin Chuan Ying argued with him about human ethics, she patted Lin Funan's face with a gentle expression: "Are you worthy?" Under the green shadow of the trees, the young man leaned down obediently and let his sister's hand fall on his face. With cold, dark eyes and skin as pale as a ghost, this frightening prince was as obedient as a domestic dog on a leash under Sister's hands. He rubbed the hand that fell on his face and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. Note: 1. The content of the passage is about the possessiveness of family affection. Feelings can only come after one's life experience is clear. 2. There is a palace battle plot. 3. Crazy criticism*2, the character is like a copywriter, I haven't figured out how to describe it yet. Purpose: Relationships between people need to be maintained sincerely