An Weifeng gasped, his face masked in astonishment. He had never once considered such a possibility. He looked toward the Young Mistress, feeling a sudden, chilling sense of panic. He was still so young, with a wife and children; he was the pillar of his household, and he absolutely could not afford for anything to go wrong!
Ye Zhixing remained noncommittal. She handed him two sheets of yellow paper and said, "Write your older brother’s name and his Eight Characters of Birth Date for me. Write your own on the other sheet."
"Understood, Madam," An Weifeng said, hurriedly jotting them down.
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