The whole family is reborn, and their five-year-old child becomes the darling of the entire capital.

Chapter 149 Past Life 3 (Xie Yaochuan's PerspectiveMu Yunshang)

She casually rolled up the whip in her hand, then put her hands on her hips and stared coldly at Xie Yaochuan, who was huddled in the corner.

Xie Yaochuan was thin and frail, with a haggard face and bright red marks left on his face from the bullying he had just suffered.

His clothes were tattered and hung loosely on his body.

However, even in his disheveled state, his already exquisite face became even more endearing. Crystal-clear tears slid down his cheeks like broken pearls, and beneath his slightly trembling eyelashes, his eyes stared straight at Mu Yunshang.

Looking at her, Mu Yunshang thought of her younger sister, who was only four years old and had secretly run off to the military camp, and was even more ruthless than her. With some curiosity, she used her hand to brush away the strands of hair stuck to the baby's face.

Looking at his delicate face, even more exquisite than that of the empresses in the palace, her eyes suddenly lit up. "Whose daughter are you? You're so beautiful. Will you be my sister, and I'll protect you?"

She really wants a beautiful little sister.

My mother gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, but my younger brother has always had a stern face since he was little, and he always looks like he's the coolest wherever he goes.

Her younger sister was even more ruthless; before she was three years old, she ran off to her grandfather's military camp and trained with the soldiers.

At most, she just imitated her mother cracking the whip a couple of times.

However, this younger sister really touched her heart.

Everyone says the Mu family is incredibly powerful. I wonder if it's okay for her to take this younger sister home.

Mother, you won't be angry, will you?

Xie Yaochuan was used to being bullied since childhood and was good at judging situations. He recognized her as Mu Yunshang, the eldest daughter of the Mu family. Although her name was Yunshang, she was not as gentle as her name suggested. Instead, she would carry a whip around and swagger around the city every day.

But he holds a very high position, and if he could get her protection, no one would dare to bully him.

Xie Yaochuan lowered his head and said softly, "I'm not a girl, I'm a boy."

Mu Yunshang stared in shock, then pulled out a handkerchief she had never used before from her bosom and wiped all the dust off the pretty girl's face.

Looking closely at his face, which was even more beautiful than a girl's, I suddenly realized.

He must be afraid of being bullied, which is why he always tells others that he is a boy. She should protect him even more.

How could such a poor little girl be bullied by those bad people?

Mu Yunshang grasped his hand and sighed inwardly, "Such soft hands."

She looked into his amorous peach blossom eyes and said, "From now on, you will be my younger brother, and I will protect you."

"Do you still remember who bullied you just now?" Mu Yunshang looked at him seriously with a cold face and said confidently, "I can't remember what other people look like."

She even remembers her younger siblings by their voices.

Unlike him, who is so handsome, it's as if a layer of fog had been lifted from his skin.

But even looking at him, she couldn't quite describe his features.

There's just one thing about him: he's definitely very handsome.

Especially the mole at the corner of his eye.

Very recognizable.

“I…remember.” His memory has always been excellent.

"Then come with me. They bullied you, and I'll fight them back. My brother, Mu Yunshang's brother, must not be bullied by anyone."

Xie Yaochuan stared blankly at her hand that was tightly holding his, and his heart skipped a beat.

When Xie Yaochuan saw her beat up more than a dozen people, some of whom had bullied him before, he had selfish motives and wanted her to help him get revenge. She actually beat up those people without saying a word.

He genuinely didn't recognize that this person was among the people who had just hit him.

Mu Yunshang's wrist was a little sore from hitting him, so she naturally stretched out her hand to him and asked him to rub it for her.

Xie Yaochuan gently rubbed her skin while looking at her, "What if they weren't the group that hit me just now?"

"No?" Mu Yunshang tilted her head, somewhat puzzled. "So it's not true? Then it's just that I didn't like them and hit them. It has nothing to do with you."

A few days later, Mu Yunshang returned to school wearing a pretty pale yellow dress, her hair styled in an elegant updo, and she was nowhere to be seen, still holding a whip in her hand.

Mu Yunshang looked at him dejectedly, "Those people are really hateful, they actually complained. Mother took away my whip and made me learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting. What's so good about learning these things? I won't be able to protect you anymore. Go find another sister."

Xie Yaochuan gently coaxed her, "It's okay, sister, I'll protect you."

Mu Yunshang looked at his small frame and snorted. He thought he could protect her? He'd probably be knocked down with one punch.

He's not as reliable as Mu Yunchao, who's so small.

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The past few years have been filled with trivialities, but without exception, Mu Yunshang has always been by his side.

Xie Yaochuan sat at the desk, holding a book; he had grown up quite a bit.

Mu Yunshang sat next to him, mimicking his reading of the book in his hand. Seemingly a little bored, she picked up a pen and began to draw in the blank space of his book.

Under the constant influence of the teachers she had been taught at home over the past few years, Mu Yunshang was actually extremely skilled at painting. However, she deliberately painted an ugly human face and then painted fog on it.

She stood right in front of him, smiling, and asked, "Is it pretty?"

Xie Yaochuan, seeing the suppressed smile on her face, naturally knew that the painting she had made was of him.

Xie Yaochuan nodded in a gesture of approval. "She looks beautiful, just as beautiful as Sister Yunshang."

Mu Yunshang's eyes widened, then she looked down at the painting in her hand, then at him, pointing to the beauty mark at the corner of the eye in the painting, "Didn't you realize that it's a painting of you?"

"Me?" Xie Yaochuan feigned surprise. "Does this look like me in your eyes, sister?"

Mu Yunshang was a little sad. Although she had been learning from the painter for a long time, she had never dared to paint human faces.

"So what do you look like?" Mu Yunshang looked at him very seriously, feeling that she had drawn him.

Seeing that she was genuinely upset, Xie Yaochuan paused abruptly, "You..."

"I'm not very good at recognizing other people's faces. Why can you all recognize them?" Mu Yunshang's voice was somewhat aggrieved, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

Xie Yaochuan took her hand, placed it on his face, and gently guided her to touch it. "Sister, this is what I look like."

Mu Yunshang's hand finally stopped on his lips, and she stared at him in a daze.

"Sister, draw it again, and I'll tell you what needs to be changed."

Mu Yunshang silently withdrew her hand, took another sheet of Xuan paper, unfolded it, and placed it on the table.

"Move the pen a little lower, yes, this is my eyebrow, like this, outline it..." Xie Yaochuan instructed her step by step.

Mu Yunshang wrote each stroke carefully.