Although Zhao Nuanyue dreaded her stepfather and was suspicious of her mother, her biggest worry about returning to Jincheng City this time was Zhao Nuanyang.
"Huh?" Zhao Nuanyang asked dubiously. "What is this?"
"This is called Dragon Bright Grass. It's something special. But you can't tell anyone else; it has to be our secret. If you tell people I gave it to you, or if they find out what this Dragon Bright Grass does, they'll lock both of us up. They won't just starve us—they'll beat and yell at us too." Zhao Nuanyue deliberately scared her brother, hoping he wouldn't reveal something so miraculous.
"Mm-hmm!" Zhao Nuanyang nodded. "I won't tell. Nuanyang won't tell."
To make the Dragon Bright Grass comfortable to wear around his neck, Zhao Nuanyue had even found a beautiful seashell in the Dragon Palace and had the Little Red Carp drill a hole through it to string the grass.
Her brother was very obedient, which made Zhao Nuanyue feel a little relieved.
