Wife-Taking, Imperial Concubine

"Wuyou, Wuyou, come here quickly!" Twelve-year-old Jiang Wuji mysteriously waved to his younger sister, his face full of excitement, completely losing his usual composure. Waving in the direction of his brother, Jiang Wuyou walked slowly and gracefully in his direction: "Here he comes, fourth brother." "Oh, why are you walking so slowly?" Jiang Wuji's face flashed with anxiety, "I won't wait for you anymore. Come to the study quickly. Remember to take the path in the back mountain. That's the fastest way!" As he said that, his figure disappeared in a flash. Wuyou sighed in the direction of the back mountain: "Father said you can't go there..."