All the joy on Luo Cai's face had turned to worry. Her elder brother's pale face was etched in her mind, and such intense unease filled her heart that she could not help shedding tears.
She was the Marquis of Anyang, the only female marquis in Great Han.
Although she had received her title because Han Xin's achievements were so great, no one looked down on her for it. Quite the contrary: in the days just after Great Han's founding, a saying had circulated among the nobles of Chang'an City: "For winning merit, none surpasses Han Xin; for marrying a wife, none surpasses Luo Cai."
But at this moment, she seemed to return to decades ago, when she had heard that her elder brother had joined one of the Feudal Lords. She had bid farewell to her second brother and left Luo Village, hoping to help her elder brother establish a firm footing.
Seeing this, Luo Yi smiled. "A Cai, what are you worrying about? Your brother is still hale and hearty. You would do better to spend this time worrying about our eldest and second brothers. They are the ones truly getting on in years. Our eldest brother's hair and beard are white, and ever since our second brother returned from the Western Regions, his health has worsened by the day."
Luo Cai said sorrowfully, "Brother, you've always put on a brave face like this, ever since you were young. You never tell your brothers and sisters anything, and that is why everyone worries about you. Decades have passed, yet you're still the same. I truly worry about you. We were born of the same mother. If anything really happened to you, I would not know what to do."
Hearing the sob in Luo Cai's voice, Luo Yi grew