Hearing this, Ming Qi smiled gently.

"His Twelfth Highness has lifted me up. Since it is your younger brother, he should be the prince. Mingqi, a Westerner, may not have such a blessing."

Gu Ziyan tried to see a lie in his eyes.

However, Ming Qi just looked at him calmly.

Gu Ziyan finally sighed.

"Sorry, I was just impulsive." He let go of Ming Qi's wrist.

Ming Qi lowered his sleeves calmly, and smiled slightly: "Your Highness doesn't have to worry about it."

The twelfth prince said to him proactively, "I have a thirteenth younger brother. He... passed away very early."

"Everyone said that he died when he was three years old, but I clearly remember that when I was seven years old, he accompanied me on my birthday once."

Ming Qi looked indifferent: "Oh? Is there still such a thing?"

He lowered his head and helped Gu Ziyan continue to apply the herbs.

Gu Ziyan's eyes looked into the distance, and his tone was quite emotional.

"Yes, for so many years, I have been trying to find any clues about his survival."

"You are very similar to him, only he knows that I can't use powder, and the mole on my wrist is in the same position."

Having said this, Gu Ziyan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"But thinking about it carefully, you two are not alike. My thirteenth brother is dumb and can't speak."

Ming Qi's voice was normal, with a little Western accent.

Hearing this, Ming Qi raised his head: "Since he is a deceased person, why does His Highness the Twelfth keep looking for him?"

Gu Ziyan smiled, his eyes dimmed: "A living brother who laughed and cried with me, I don't believe he died when he was three years old."

"I'm the only one who remembers him, so I'm going to find evidence that he survived."

"That's my brother who stayed with me and spent a lonely time, not the cold words in the annals of 'the thirteenth prince died young'."

Mingqi was silent.

At the end, he said, "Listen to what His Highness said, even if His Highness the Thirteenth is still alive, then he will definitely want you to be happy, that's all."

After speaking, Ming Qi stood up: "The injury has been dealt with. Your Twelfth Highness remember not to touch the water today. I'll go see Princess Natu."

He turned around and walked towards Natu over there.

Gu Ziyan raised his head and wanted to say thank you.

But when he saw Ming Qi's side face, he was stunned for a moment.

He hadn't paid close attention to it before, but now I don't know if it's a preconceived idea.

I always feel that Ming Qi's profile looks a bit like his thirteenth brother.

In fact, after so long, Gu Ziyan's appearance of the Thirteenth Prince is also a little vague.

But he remembered the characteristics of Thirteen.

Gu Ziyan looked at Ming Qi's back and couldn't help but fall into a daze.

Could there be such a coincidence?

His younger brother, in fact, did not die, but became a Westerner?

Because Natu and Gu Ziyan were both slightly injured, Gu Nuoer suggested that everyone stop riding horses, just lead the horses and take a walk in the woods.

Gu Ziyan said goodbye to everyone because he had something on his mind and was injured.

"There is still something in the Department of Penalties. I have been out for a long time and I have to go back."

Gu Nuoer nodded obediently: "Brother, your hand is injured and it is inconvenient to go back. Brother Siming and I will send you to the intersection ahead."

Gu Ziyan wanted to refuse, but he couldn't hold back Gu Nuoer's desire to take care of him.

The girl said to Natu and Mingqi, "Sister Natu, you should walk around here first, we will be back soon."

Natu smiled brightly: "Don't worry about us, see you again, Your Highness."

Gu Ziyan handed over to her and Ming Qi, and left with Gu Nuoer.