My name was Duan Yu. Yes, the one from Jin Yong's martial arts novel The Heavenly Dragon and the Eight Parts.
Duan Yu, Emperor Xuanren of Dali.
"Who would've thought Second Brother Duan and his beloved women were the dead you spent every waking moment longing to bring back, dear nephew? We weren't together long, but thinking back on our conversations when we were locked up, I only wished we'd met sooner."
Lu Xiaofeng raised his cup of baijiu toward the sky and drained it in one gulp.
"What do you mean, 'locked up'? We were only detained."
Roselle, with his long, slightly curled chestnut hair, blue eyes, high nose bridge, and thin lips, corrected him. He sighed as well.
"Brother Lu and I saw Miss Bai Feng by the roadside. Oh, Sister-in-law Bai Feng looked like a Bodhisattva descended to earth. We both fell for her and went over to strike up a conversation. Who knew the three of us would end up arguing?"
"It was fate, really. Those few days, we traded insights on admiring flowers, the moon, and beautiful women. I learned a great deal."
These two were the sworn brothers my father had met in All-Heavens City: Uncle Huang and Uncle Lu.
Duan Yu was beginning to regret contacting them.
These were precisely the things he had never wanted to know, just as he had never wanted to learn that all the women he loved were his sisters.
"Since you inherited my second brother's account, dear nephew, you're one of us. Here, I'll make a group so we can exchange information later." Roselle held up his Myriad Worlds General Knowledge Talisman.
"As it happens, there's a brother I met recently who's spent years conquering hearts. He can rival your royal father, and he's every bit as