After My Brother and the Emperor Got Their Happy Ending, the Princess Confessed to Me - Chapter 2

Chapter 5:

Thanks to my brother and the Emperor getting together.

That way, the princess’s marriage arrangement with my brother can be called off.

Watching the princess’s tall and handsome figure as she left,

I truly felt that having her around since childhood has been a blessing.

She not only marched with me and offered counsel, she even helped me handle sister-in-law drama.

Following the princess’s suggestion, I picked through the freshly seized spoils

and rushed ten top-grade sika deer-yes, the kind you drink the blood of-to the Emperor.

Just as I was swelling with pride, thinking I’d get more supplies, a secret decree from the palace struck.

“What? The Empress Dowager says my brother is sowing chaos in the inner court? They’re going to sentence him to execution after autumn?”

Chapter 6:

I mounted up, blade at my hip, and raced back to the Capital to save my brother.

The Southern Chu war was winding down, and the army cannot go a day without its commander.

The princess stayed behind to hold the fort and, citing the need to manage military affairs, asked me for the military tally.

With the military tally in imperial hands, I had no more worries.

I traveled day and night, never stopping.

But the moment I reached the Capital, a Jinyiwei knocked me off my horse with a spear.

Moonlit blades, cold and white, stacked in layers against my neck.

I was stupefied.

Emperor Sister-in-law, why are your secret guards arresting one of their own?

I’m your secret sister-in-law!

The Jinyiwei Commander wrung his hands awkwardly and said nothing.

An aged and authoritative voice rang out from behind.

“I truly had no idea Young General Qin had such nerve-daring to abandon her post mid-campaign. Are you conspiring with your brother to rebel against the realm?”

Chapter 7:

I really should have listened to the princess and gotten my head checked.

Otherwise, how can I not understand a word the Empress Dowager says?

Lying in prison, I couldn’t help missing the princess.

If she were here, she’d surely explain all this to me.

“Little sister, when a general slips into the capital without permission, what is that if not rebellion?! Sigh…”

A long wail sounded from next door. I turned-and it was my brother.

“Bro! You’re in prison too?”

I tossed aside the little mouse I’d been toying with and rushed over, excitedly looking my brother up and down through the bars.

“Thank goodness you’re not hurt-Mmph! Which idiot is covering my eyes?”

“Me. I don’t like women staring at Xiao Zhao so intensely, even if you’re his sister.”

That voice?

That domineering aura, leaking everywhere?

My legs went weak, and I knelt.

Out loud: “Your Majesty, this prison is so shabby. What brings you here?”

In my head: Damn, even in the slammer, this guy is so fussy.

The Emperor stood before my brother’s cell, holding a lunch box and tenderly instructing, “Xiao Zhao, eat slowly. I have more here.”

My brother took it, bit off a piece, and raised it to the Emperor’s lips. “Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. This pastry is soft and sweet. Have some too.”

“Mm, truly, just like my beloved.”

Me: “? Does no one care that I rushed back here, exhausting myself day and night?”

Across from me, there was dead silence-except for the sounds of them feeding each other.

I glanced at their rich spread of dishes, pastries, and wine,

then at my hands, which had nothing better to do than catch mice.

I was depressed.