Lin Wan'er felt a tingling sensation on her back and couldn't help but laugh. "If it was my parents..." she persisted.
Fan Xian's hand, which had been enjoying the beauty of the woman in his arms, suddenly stopped. He looked at her seriously. "If it really was the Eldest Princess and the Prime Minister, what would we do?" Fortunately, when the two of them were talking about these things, their bodies were still very alluring, effectively diluting the seriousness and horror of the topic.
After a long silence, Lin Wan'er bravely looked into his eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "If I marry you, I will be the daughter-in-law of the Fan family."
Fan Xian understood the meaning of these words. Although the sweet night talk in the boudoir had been tinged with worry, he knew that his fiancée had grown up in the palace and had been brought up by the empress dowager. She rarely lived with the eldest princess, so the relationship between mother and daughter was a little distant. But hearing this answer, Fan Xian still found it difficult to extricate himself.
This young man and woman had similar life backgrounds and growth experiences, so they understood each other's pain and pride. It was because of this that they had decided to spend the rest of their lives together in the Temple of Qing. How could there be feelings in the royal family? But Fan Xian had given this young woman an unprecedented emotional impact and gentleness, and Fan Xian himself had found space in this dark boudoir to rest his tired mind.
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"When will you be able to go out for a walk?" Fan Xian held her.
Lin Wan'er carefully lay on his left shoulder to avoid touching his wound. Hearing this, she replied helplessly, "I've been in the palace since I was a child, and rarely had the opportunity to go out. It was only four years ago that my uncle gave me the status of a princess that I had the opportunity to go out. But lately my body has been a little weak..." She looked at him carefully. "Do you think it's too improper to be so sneaky all the time?"
Fan Xian was startled. He lowered his voice and laughed. "I like this kind of sneaky feeling the most... but with your illness, you still need to move around and bask in the sun." Hearing him admit that he liked this kind of sneaky feeling, Lin Wan'er couldn't help but think of how absurd she had been these nights, letting this young man lie next to her. Her cheeks couldn't help but burn. She spat and said, "Then tomorrow I'll go to the palace and ask my uncle."
"Uncle?" Fan Xian heard her address him so intimately and couldn't help but laugh in a low voice. "Yes, our uncle is the most powerful emperor in the world. With a word from him, you are my wife."
It was only then that Fan Xian remembered and told them about the imperial edict. Hearing the contents of the imperial edict, Lin Wan'er knew that the man next to her had already been conferred the title of Functionary of Taichang Temple. She knew that this marriage had finally been decided. She was pleasantly surprised, but couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Fan Xian smiled slightly at the blush on her face. He thought to himself that this girl was gentle and intelligent, yet she was so shy. In the end, he still thought that the women in this world were the same as the women in his previous life. He never thought that he would climb the wall in the middle of the night. For a dignified princess, it was already a big deal.
"By the way, when we first met at the Temple of Qing, who were you with?"
"With His Majesty," Lin Wan'er replied curiously.
"Ah?" Fan Xian thought of how he had brushed shoulders with the Emperor, and couldn't help but feel something different. Since that person was His Majesty, then the ace who had exchanged blows with him was naturally the head of the palace guards. Thinking of how he had only spat out a few mouthfuls of blood after exchanging blows with the head of the guards, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.
Lin Wan'er saw the changing expressions on his face and became interested. She stared into his eyes and asked, "What? Are you surprised? "
"I can only blame myself for being stupid. I didn't think of going there." Fan Xian smiled bitterly. "I always thought it was the Empress Dowager or the Eldest Princess. Alas, after coming to this world, if I didn't even see the Emperor, it would be too much of a pity."
"Although I don't pay much attention to the outside world, I know that the Fan family is very favored by the Emperor. If you want to see His Majesty, it won't be difficult. Besides …" The girl lowered her head shyly. "After the wedding, I will have to go to the palace to pay my respects to my uncle."
Hearing the word "wedding," and seeing the girl's shy expression, Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat. Holding Lin Wan'er's left hand, he sneakily slid down, following her waistline all the way down. Finally, he touched that soft and plump place. His heart skipped a beat, and gradually became lascivious. He rubbed his palm over and over again, only to feel smooth and soft under his palm. It was very pleasing.
The reason why Lin Wan'er had endured her shyness and allowed Fan Xian to accompany her in bed every night was because she realized that her elegant and refined fiancé was a gentleman. After so many days, he had only tasted her and left satisfied. He had never done anything too out of line. Only then did Lin Wan'er relax, and in the depths of her heart, she felt inexplicably proud.
She hadn't thought that today, after being injured, he would become lustful! So when Lin Wan'er felt her buttocks being rubbed by that hand, she didn't react for a moment. She stared stupidly at Fan Xian for a few seconds, watching as the desire in his eyes grew stronger and stronger. Only then did she come to her senses with a soft cry. Her face was flushed red, and she reached behind her to pull away the other's perverted claws.
Fan Xian had long since lost his mind. How could he let her go? He turned to the side and pulled her into his arms. His right hand was injured, so he... wrapped his legs around the struggling girl like a large koala bear. He lowered his head and kissed her on her sandalwood lips.
As soon as he touched her, it was moist and warm.
After a long time, the two of them slowly separated. Fan Xian felt relaxed and happy, and didn't know what to say. Lin Wan'er's eyes gradually became misty, but they were hazy with tears. She was so embarrassed that she almost cried. Fan Xian looked at Lin Wan'er's expression and was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what to say. He quickly smiled and explained, "I couldn't control it. I couldn't control it."
"You're a bully." Lin Wan'er sobbed, but she didn't dare to disturb the guards in the garden or the old nanny downstairs, so her voice was quiet.
"When did I do that?" Fan Xian felt wronged. They were almost husband and wife, so what was wrong with a little intimacy?
As if guessing what the young man was thinking, Lin Wan'er puffed up her cheeks and said, "There are still a few months."
Fan Xian looked at her with a mischievous smile and said, "We've already spent so many nights together. Why should we care about that?"
Lin Wan'er was most afraid of this saying. Hearing him say it, she was extremely embarrassed. She clenched her fists and threw them at him, but... halfway through, she remembered that he was injured, so she could only pull them back. Who would have thought that when she turned around, she would accidentally bump into something indecent? No matter how gentle and composed Wan'er was, she knew what was going on. She couldn't care less about Fan Xian's injury. She pushed him away from the bed curtain.
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"Go back early. I'm still injured." Lin Wan'er buried her face in the blankets, not daring to look at him.
Fan Xian's gaze naturally fell. He looked at himself and said, "Then I'll come see you tomorrow."
Lin Wan'er pulled down the blankets a little, revealing her pitiful face. She begged, "Don't you have official business tomorrow?"
"Ah, right. The bookstore opens the day after tomorrow." Fan Xian remembered that the people from the Overwatch Council had not returned to the capital yet. There was nothing to be found in the capital. Since that was the case, he might as well do what he needed to do. Sharpening a knife doesn't delay cutting people down. Could this count as one of his good qualities?
He couldn't bear to bully this girl anymore, so he opened the window and prepared to leave. The moonlight shone in and shone on the bed, as well as on the sleeping servant girl. Fan Xian couldn't help but snicker. He wondered if this servant girl would grow fatter in a few days, since she slept so well every day.
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The next day, the bookstore opened for business. Dongchuan Road was bustling with people. Even the nearby Imperial College had a rare trend of truancy. The buildings on the side of the street were decorated with lanterns and streamers. The square front was completely wrapped in high-quality wood. It shone brightly in the jet-black darkness. It was truly a very bookish decoration. Unfortunately, there were too many people today, and the smell of sweat replaced the scent of books.
Most of the people who came were here to see Fan Xian. Everyone was curious as to how the illegitimate son of Fan Manor, who had only been in the capital for a little more than a month, could do so well. They were even more curious as to why a noble young master who was skilled in both literature and martial arts would want to open a bookstore. There were many profitable businesses in this world, and selling books did not seem like a good way to make a living.
Ever since the assassination, Fan Xian's view of life had changed a lot, so this bookstore did not hide behind the scenes. Instead, it stood out in the open and admitted that he and his brother were the owners of this bookstore. He also gave the bookstore a name, "Danbo Bookstore." He also asked the crown prince to go home and have King Jing personally write the name. Only then did he make a horizontal plaque and hang it on the door.
The people around him were suspicious as to what the bookstore's name meant. Fan Xian explained that it was "Danbo" to show one's will. In fact, it meant "Do not be troubled, do not worry, and do not lose one's will." He then threw out Zhuge Liang's phrase, "Do not be Danbo to show one's will. Without Tranquility, one cannot go far." When the crown prince first heard this explanation, he was also shocked. He thought that Fan Xian was using this to confess to the people of the court that he did not want to meddle in anything, and that he was showing weakness in exchange for safety.
In fact, only Fan Ruoruo understood her brother the best. She knew that "Danbo" meant that he had once drifted in Danzhou.
Seeing that more and more people were gathering around, Fan Xian's forehead began to sweat. He muttered to the shopkeeper next to him, "I was talking about advertising. The effect was a bit too good. How come there are so many people just opening today?"
Shopkeeper Ye is no stranger to the word 'advertisement'. He laughed and said, "I heard that the owner has Mister Cao's manuscript in his hands. After the 68th chapter, we are the only ones to publish it. Just the reputation of 'Story of the Stone' is enough to attract so many people." He paused, then laughed. "Of course, everyone is mainly here to see you. They want to see what a young poet who can kill an eighth-level master looks like."
Fan Xian was startled. "I'm not eight feet tall, and I'm not eight feet wide. What's there to see?"
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