Upon hearing this, Di Xiaxia almost choked on her own spit. A storytime, really?
Ah!
How on earth could she get past this situation?!
She was twenty-four, was she seriously expected to sit around for a bedtime story?
Di Xiaxia felt like her brain was about to explode!
She knew her brother was an old stick in the mud, who cherished antique things.
But seriously, reading a storybook to her? Could he be any more naively wholesome?
Di Xiaxia glanced about in suffering, blinked her innocent eyes, and ventured, "Can I...not listen?"
"Cannot." Di Mingzhe replied, flipping the book open leisurely.
Di Xiaxia was instantly floored!
Another no, another no!
What happened to her being number one!?
Wasn’t it agreed that she wouldn’t get hurt or cry here?!
Just what was with these constant refusals? Why did she suddenly feel as if she were being oppressed?
No, she had to fight back!
But before she could resist, Di Mingzhe had already begun the story.
Di Xiaxia was speechless...
Di Mingzhe’s voice was clear and melodious, very soothing, it carried a quality that made him sound like a radio DJ, it was undeniable that just listening to his voice was quite intoxicating.
But this moment Di Xiaxia was not just interested in his voice, but also in the story he was telling.
At the start, Di Xiaxia thought he want to fool her with a fairy tale.
Who would have thought that he was actually reading...history!
Since she couldn’t read the book, she had to let Di Mingzhe keep narrating for her.
Di Xiaxia looked at the book curiously and then at Di Mingzhe curiously, asking why.
Every time, Di Mingzhe clearly and methodically explained it to her.
Di Xiaxia kept nodding, absolutely absorbed and couldn’t help sticking close to Di Mingzhe’s side.
Di Mingzhe hooked his lips lightly, stretched his long arm and reached around Di Xiaxia’s neck, pulling her into his arms. He spoke in a very gentle voice, "Lean on me, don’t tire yourself out."
Di Xiaxia blushed a little though she didn’t quite know why.
But she didn’t think too much about it — the story was just too good, like a serialized drama, one episode following another in a tightly interlocked sequence, it was impossible to just stop.
Di Xiaxia let herself be held by Di Mingzhe, not feeling the least bit embarrassed.
She was still asking eagerly, "So what happened next? Didn’t the emperor get rid of the concubine’s father too?"
"Not yet.", Di Mingzhe answered calmly, "Things aren’t that straightforward."

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