"Eldest Brother, you're still making fun of me," Mo Yu protested in a huff.
Mo Lian cast him a glance in exasperation while shaking his head.
Today, the youth was wearing a dark, narrow-sleeved short garment, with his fine, black hair casually tied up high into a ponytail. This getup made him appear lively and spirited.
He had good looks and scholarship, was bright and also sensible. It was just that he was still a bit uninhibited.
It was no wonder that when he told his royal father last night that he was going to entrust Yu'er with the kingdom, his royal father looked as if the sky was about to collapse.
He seemed as if he wished for nothing more than to hug his thigh and bawl out bitterly.
In reality, even though Yu'er was still young, some of his views and opinions left quite the impression.
He was a good child. Given time and with meticulous nurturing, he would certainly become a wise king.
