The person is still the same person, the face is still the same face.
The Emperor sees him every day, but the feeling of change in his handsome appearance is becoming more pronounced.
After some thought, he nodded and said, "Indeed, there is some resemblance."
The cousin laughed heartily and said, "It seems not only do I think so, even Your Majesty feels the same way. It seems my cousin has a deep connection with the young masters."
"Naturally," Yu Siqiao smiled faintly, "When I first met them, I felt as if we were old friends, as if they were my own children, like an unseen string binds us together."
The cousin laughed even louder, saying, "Cousin, you speak of a string, indeed it's a string, and this string is as if a Heavenly Immortal descended in the form of Princess Mo. Cousin, you are truly blessed, it's enviable!"
Mo Shu listened on the side, feeling utterly bored, cracking seeds while trying to recall where he had heard this cousin's voice before.
