Li Chen turned it over and looked. It was the Huozi Garden Sword Records. Opening it, he found it was all handwritten in the original ink.
"...Where did you get this, Third Brother?"
Li Yujin smiled. "I heard long ago that Ming Qitian wanted to read this booklet when she came to the capital, but unfortunately she couldn't find it. A few days ago, it happened to come up in conversation with a friend. He said he had it, and I thought you'd certainly want it, so I spent some silver to buy it."
"...Thank you, Third Brother." Unable to help himself, Li Chen flipped through a couple of pages before putting it away and smiling sheepishly. "Then I won't pay you back. I'll give you a gift in return on your birthday."
"I don't even remember my own birthday." Li Yujin waved a hand, watched him for a while, then said, "Mother often says that when Consort Xian was alive, she was closest to her. Ninth Brother, if you have time when you come to Gong, you might go and chat with her more."
Li Chen paused, then nodded.
Just then, Li Yujin looked outside the pavilion. "Oh, little Biyun and Consort Yuan are here too."
A woman of plain, dignified elegance led a little girl with her hair in buns by the hand. With no attendants accompanying her, she looked toward the two men rising in the pavilion and first led the girl in a bow. "Your Highnesses arrived so early."
"Hello, Third Brother. Hello, Ninth Brother."
Li Yujin came down and patted her little head, while Li Chen remained in the pavilion and respectfully returned the bow.
Li Wuyan and her mother arrived next. Her mother was not among the four consorts and held the title of