Li Yuanjing curled his lips in amusement. Shen Wei had no secrets from him, and he adored her frank and straightforward nature.
Li Yuanjing opened the letter and skimmed through it swiftly.
Shen Xiuming never urged Shen Wei to vie for favor, nor did he ask her to whisper in the Emperor's ear. His only concern was whether Shen Wei was living well in the palace.
Between the lines, the image of a brother deeply caring for his family leaped off the page.
Shen Wei handed a peeled chestnut to Li Yuanjing's lips, and he ate it naturally. Her face brimming with curiosity, she pointed to the last few lines of the letter: "Your Majesty, look at these lines—my little brother seems particularly attentive to Moxun."
Li Yuanjing set the letter aside and nodded. "There's certainly affection there."
He picked up two split chestnuts, peeled one, and handed it to Shen Wei. "Does he know Moxun is a woman?"
