After Becoming Yongzheng’s Sister

Early in the morning, while still lost in a deep, blissful sleep, Begonia was faintly aware of someone whispering beside her ear, “Is the little one awake yet?”

Half-asleep, she instinctively stretched her arms and kicked her legs. That was when a wave of praise came crashing down like a tide: “Oh my, she’s so clever! Our little one is the smartest child I’ve ever seen!”

“Such a well-behaved little one—truly a wonderful child.”

The shower of compliments was enough to make anyone blush with embarrassment.

Feeling a bit bashful but secretly enjoying it, Begonia, an old cucumber painted green to seem fresh, basked in the adulation. Her round face broke into an adorable smile, and she stayed perfectly still as the attendants dressed her up.