The maids and servants of Fuxi Palace were very conscientious. Aware of their master's misgivings over the past incident, they watched over the two little masters like a group of hawks to make sure that they never again set foot in the direction of the mausoleum.
Whenever the twins tried to sneak into the mausoleum, they were carried away by force and could only bawl their eyes out in frustration.
Although the twins were similar to each other in face and build, they exhibited differences in behavior and interests as they grew up.
Xie Junjie, typical of dragons, radiated a sense of calm and serenity, while Zhang Mingrui liked to jump and run around like the tiger he was.
Looking at Xie Junjie was almost like looking at a young Xie Jianyu. As days passed, he resembled his mother even more and more. Gentle, mature, and perceptive. While Zhang Fengxi delighted in seeing a miniature version of Xie Jianyu alive and kicking, he could barely suppress the ache that pervaded his heart.
