Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

be seen by Yaoyao.
What would she think of him?

Beitang You’s eyes darkened as he stuffed the book back into his sleeve.
He was thinking about destroying it later.

However, when he exhausted himself from marking the Palace Memorials in the imperial study, the book in his sleeve crossed his mind, and for some reason, he took it out to have a look.

After flipping through a few pages, he finally could not take it anymore and passed it to the eunuch on duty.
“Burn this.
Don’t let anyone see you.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The eunuch took the book as instructed.

Beitang You tried to perk himself up and remove all the cluttered thoughts in his mind as he picked up his brush and continued marking the Palace Memorials.

As for Yaoyao, the moment she left the Palace, she went straight to see Yuan Xin and Hexin.
A boy a little older than ten was standing next to them.
He had good-looking eyes and quite a pretty face.
However, he had one hand behind his back while pacing back and forth in front of Yuan Xin and Hexin.

This made him look quite comical.

Hexin was getting dizzy from watching the boy’s pacing.
She was about to drag him off when she suddenly saw Yaoyao appear and she called out happily, “Big Sis Yaoyao is here.”

The boy immediately lifted his head and looked toward Yaoyao’s direction when he heard this.

The impatience immediately vanished from his expression and it was replaced by joy.

Before Yuan Xin could say a word, the boy ran toward Yaoyao and looked her up and down with jet-black eyes.
“You’re Big Sis Yaoyao?”

“Are you…Hean?” Yaoyao was sizing him up as well.
She guessed who he was when she saw how much he looked like Yuan Xin.

Beitang Hean nodded and then coughed gently.
He said in the tone of an old man, “I’ve finally met you after hearing so much about you.
Big Sis Yaoyao is as beautiful as the fairies in heaven.
Nothing in the world can match your beauty.”

The corner of Yaoyao’s lips twitched when she heard this.
If he was not so young and was not Yuan Xin’s son, she would probably he was a playboy.

There was a veil covering her face.
How could he possibly tell that nothing in the world could match her beauty?