Xu Caiyi finally got her wish. She took the tiny infant, wrapped in a luxurious swaddling cloth, from Yuan Huang'er's arms. Her movements were careful, yet she could not hide the novelty and excitement written all over her face.
Lowering her head, she gently rubbed the tip of her nose against her little brother's tender cheek, her eyes sparkling with pure delight.
Come to think of it, the twelve Kirin Scions of the Huang clan could nominally be considered her father's children as well, sharing the same lineage as her. But that connection existed only in terms of inherited teachings. Compared with the younger brother before her, who was bound to her by blood and shared her very aura, its intimacy and significance were naturally worlds apart.
Feng Wuque, nestled in the swaddling cloth, seemed able to sense his elder sister's closeness and goodwill. Rather than crying or fussing, he opened a pair of dark, gleaming eyes that seemed to contain starlight and curiously "looked" at Xu Caiyi. His little mouth parted slightly as he made several indistinct "cooing" sounds, like the soft cries of a young phoenix. He even seemed to be smiling foolishly.
Still, expecting an infant only five days old to call out "Sister" was rather too much to ask, even of a Phoenix Son with extraordinary blood.
This innocent interaction instead made the warmth and tranquility atop Fengwu, now that the tribulation had passed and the family had reunited, all the more apparent. It added a soft, hopeful note to the grand tale that had just concluded.
Such "quiet and well-behaved" conduct made Yang Yao, Shen-bao, Rou Rou, and the other sisters accompanying Yuan Huang'er, who still needed rest and recuperation, curious and inquisitive.
After all, though both possessed noble phoenix blood, the state of this