"I've been thinking of you often these days," Fan Xian said, ignoring her protests. "Ever since I saw you at the Qing Temple, I've wanted to see you."

Lin Wan'er said, flustered and embarrassed, "What nonsense are you talking about! I am..." She bit her lip and said, "I'm already promised to someone. Besides, how can you sneak into a woman's chamber in the middle of the night? It's too presumptuous and rude."

"You're promised to the Fan family, I know," Fan Xian said, smiling as he looked at her.

Lin Wan'er thought of the scene when she first met this young man, of the complex emotions when they looked at each other silently, and a pang of sadness hit her heart. She said, "Since you know, why don't you leave? Do you really want someone to kill you?"

Fan Xian stopped teasing her. Looking at her seriously, he said, "I... am Fan Xian."

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A deathly silence lasted for an unknown amount of time. Fan Xian himself felt a little awkward, but he noticed a tear dripping from the corner of Lin Wan'er's eye. She quickly wiped it away and said in a low voice, "This young master, please behave yourself."

Fan Xian said with a bitter smile, "I'm telling the truth. What can I do to make you believe me?"

Lin Wan'er looked at his face and said in a low voice after a long silence, "You are...Young Master Fan?"

Fan Xian nodded with a smile, but Lin Wan'er still had an expression of disbelief. At this time, the moon in the sky had long broken free from the shackles of the clouds, revealing its bright face, casting a faint glow on the earth. A few rays of clear light seeped in from outside the window, enveloping the man and woman on and beside the bed.

"It really is me," Fan Xian said softly.

Lin Wan'er couldn't believe what she was hearing. In her excitement, she couldn't help but cough again. She had long forgotten where she had dropped the sword. Coughing, she asked, "You're the one from the Fan family who fights in the black market?"

Fan Xian couldn't help but smile. Looking at her frail appearance, he felt sorry for her. He reached out and held her wrist, sending a bit of *zhenqi* over to carefully soothe the meridians in her body. Hearing the words "fights in the black market," he said with a wry smile, "I've only fought twice."

Lin Wan'er gradually began to believe him. A look of joy floated on her face, and she asked again, "You're the one who wrote 'Whenever autumn winds arise, a guest I must remain, ten thousand miles away'?"

Fan Xian continued to smile wryly, "I wrote it when I was desperate... It doesn't count, it doesn't count."

Lin Wan'er's eyes gradually cleared up. "You, you... it's really you?"

Fan Xian wanted to go crazy. He said, on the verge of tears, "Today I came with my younger sister. If I weren't Fan Xian, how could my younger sister help a strange man come to see her future sister-in-law?"

Lin Wan'er thought to herself that it made sense. She covered her mouth and smiled, but immediately thought of another question. She said angrily, "Then the last time you went to Qing Temple, was it also specifically to see me?" Thinking that this young man had kept everything from her, Lin Wan'er was extremely annoyed. She thought that this hateful guy had made her feel uneasy these past few days, and she had even thought of so many things that were not in accordance with etiquette. She wished she could... beat this young man up.

As soon as Fan Xian saw her expression, he knew what she was thinking. He quickly explained, "I swear to Heaven, meeting Miss at Qing Temple was really a chance encounter. Not to mention back then, I didn't know Miss's identity until I saw you this morning." He looked at Lin Wan'er's beautiful face with a smile and said softly, "It's all fate."

Lin Wan'er lowered her head in shame, pulling her wrist out of Fan Xian's hand and said in a low voice, "Then why did you come to see me with your younger sister today?"

Fan Xian was stunned. He thought, did he want to tell you that he was preparing to cure Miss Lin's illness and then make a dashing escape from the marriage? He would never dare to say these words. He had to answer softly, "I heard that Miss Lin's body was not well, and there was no way to see her, so I had to sneak a peek... Who knew that she was the chicken leg girl I met at the Qing Temple."

Lin Wan'er spat lightly. She thought, why did he call her that name?

Fan Xian smiled and pointed to the chicken leg placed on the side. He said, "Do you want to eat it now?"

Lin Wan'er couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. She replied, "You can eat it yourself. I'm not that greedy."

Suddenly, Fan Xian's ears twitched, and he heard someone getting up downstairs, seemingly coming upstairs. He frowned and said, "Someone's coming."

Lin Wan'er became anxious. She thought, even if you are my future husband, what would people think if they saw this? Pushing him, she said, "Then you quickly go out." Fan Xian thought that he had worked hard for half the night, how could he leave like this? A mischievous smile appeared on his face, and he rolled over and crawled into the quilt. The bed was huge, the quilt was huge, and the room was very dark. If someone were to look from the outside, they really wouldn't be able to see anything unusual.

Discovering that Fan Xian had crawled into her quilt, Lin Wan'er was shocked, but she didn't have time to do anything else. She heard someone fumbling up. It turned out to be the old nanny who had diarrhea several times during the day. Lin Wan'er slid into the quilt, both ashamed and anxious, turning her body to the outside, pretending to be asleep.

The old nanny took a look and found nothing unusual. She mumbled a few words in a low voice, feeling a little dizzy, as if sleepiness had returned. So, she turned around and went downstairs.

Lin Wan'er nudged the back with her elbow, scolding in a low voice, "She's gone. Why don't you get out of here quickly?"

Having finally gotten a chance to get close, and thanking the old nanny for the first time, how could Fan Xian leave immediately? With a cheeky face, he said, "I'm sleepy, let me lie down a little longer."

Lin Wan'er realized at this moment that her future husband was actually a rogue at heart. She was both angry and annoyed. "This... this can't be done?"

Fan Xian chuckled, moving closer to her body, smelling the faint fragrance of her body, feeling refreshed and happy. He said, "Why can't it be done?"

"This... this... how can I face anyone if word gets out?" Lin Wan'er buried her head in the quilt in shame, feeling the heat behind her and moving forward a little.

Fan Xian sighed. Afraid that the girl would be so frightened that she would move out of bed, which would cause her to catch a cold, he had to get up, feeling full of unfulfilled desires. He sat on the edge of the bed and took the girl's slightly cool little hand. Lin Wan'er struggled a bit, but couldn't break free, so she let him be. She thought that as long as you didn't lie on the bed, it would be a great blessing.

Fan Xian looked at her slightly closed eyes and said softly, "I've realized that I've been really lucky in my life."

"Hmm?" Lin Wan'er opened her eyes curiously, looking at him with clear eyes.

"I fell in love with a girl, but this girl was already my betrothed before I fell in love with her. Don't you think this kind of thing happening means I'm very lucky?" Fan Xian explained with a smile, his elegant and refined face full of joy.

Lin Wan'er asked curiously, "If... if..."

"If what?"

"Forget it, it's nothing."

Lin Wan'er bit her lower lip lightly, suppressing the doubts in her heart.

"There's something else I want to tell you." Fan Xian looked at the faint traces of sweat under her hair and said with concern, "What I said during the day was true. You must take good care of your body now. Porridge and vegetables are good for the stomach, but they don't help with consumption."

The young lady had encountered surprises today, and her crystal heart was already trembling uncontrollably. Hearing the words "consumption," she immediately thought of her illness and became depressed again. In her emotional agitation, her face was a little dim, and she said sadly, "The imperial physicians have examined me and said that this disease is difficult to cure. Although it is said that cold consumption is not contagious, if... if I am really with you in the future, I'm afraid I will tire you out."

Fan Xian suddenly looked at her seriously. "Goat milk, chicken legs, the prescription I gave you, and the pills I'll leave for you later, take them slowly according to the method I told you, and you will definitely be able to take care of your body."

Lin Wan'er sighed, "The imperial physicians have no way to cure it completely, it's just dragging on year after year."

Fan Xian smiled. "My medical skills are naturally not as good as the imperial physicians. Even if my teacher is in the capital, he will probably only use some unorthodox methods. Your identity is noble, and I'm afraid the nobles in the palace won't dare to use them. However, what I said about diet is something that the imperial physicians wouldn't think of. Plus, as long as you take good care of your body, when my teacher returns to the capital, he will definitely get a lot of precious medicinal materials during this tour of the border, and then your illness will naturally have hope. Treatment and diagnosis are one part, and medicine is another. Don't look at the fact that there are countless rare medicinal materials in the imperial palace, but the truly good ones are probably not as good as my teacher's collection."

Lin Wan'er was touched by his earnest words and said softly, "Thank you, Young Master Fan."

Fan Xian was stunned. He thought, why are you speaking so formally at this time? He didn't understand women's minds after all. Once she confirmed that the man in front of her was her future husband, Lin Wan'er would naturally be more reserved when she spoke. This was a woman's characteristic. He was a little surprised and said with a smile, "Still calling me Young Master Fan?"

Lin Wan'er asked curiously, "Then what should I call you?" Suddenly, she understood what he meant, her face flushed red with shame. She turned her back and no longer looked at him, saying in a voice as small as a mosquito, "That will have to wait until after the marriage to change the address."

"I mean, you can call me Brother Fan," Fan Xian said, suppressing a smile.

Lin Wan'er realized that she had been tricked, feeling both ashamed and annoyed. She wanted to reach out and hit him, but she thought that she had only met this man twice, and they were still considered strangers, so she stopped. Fan Xian looked at her thin shoulders and said, "After we get married, we'll go to Cang Mountain. The altitude is higher there, and there are hot springs, which are most suitable for you to recuperate."

Lin Wan'er heard the word "marriage" and felt a slight shyness rise. She nodded, but didn't understand what altitude meant. She thought of another thing and asked softly, "Is Lord Fei really your teacher?"

"Yes," Fan Xian said with a smile. "I always thought that since Teacher Fei works in the Surveillance Bureau, he should be a very low-key person. Who knew that he would be so famous in Kyoto?"

Lin Wan'er smiled, "He was a meritorious minister of the country during the Northern Expedition and the Western Conquest. Of course he is famous, but people are afraid of his use of poison, so they always avoid him." She looked at Fan Xian's handsome face and asked curiously, "How could Lord Fei be your teacher?"

Fan Xian shrugged. "Miss Lin, this matter will probably be troublesome later. I haven't figured it out myself yet. In the future, if you marry me, you will probably encounter many troubles. You have to think it over."

Lin Wan'er shook her head with a smile. She also knew that there were many exchanges and re-allocations of interests hidden behind this marriage, so she was very resistant at the beginning, which led to her illness worsening. But since she discovered today that Heaven has eyes, and actually let the Fan family's son be... the one in front of her, she was already full of gratitude to Heaven, and she wouldn't have any other extravagant desires. Thinking of the things that had been making a lot of noise in Kyoto recently, she said, "Young Master Fan, sometimes I really can't figure it out. You are the son of the Earl of Sinan, a student of Lord Fei of the Surveillance Bureau, but you are also proficient in poetry... By the way, did you really write that line, 'Whenever autumn winds arise, a guest I must remain, ten thousand miles away'?"

Fan Xian didn't see any doubt on her face, just a simple question. He asked curiously, "Is there anything wrong?"

A trace of anger floated on Lin Wan'er's face. "The Empress Dowager likes this line of yours very much, but there are rumors in the palace recently that the last four lines of your poem were copied from a poet of the previous dynasty." She naturally believed in the person in front of her very much, so she was a little angry.

Fan Xian realized that the aftermath of the poetry meeting had not stopped, and the lawsuit with the Guo family had not ended. Another accusation had come. But he had copied from Old Du anyway, so he wasn't very angry. Instead, he saw that his fiancée's expression was a little tired and felt a little sorry for her, so he gently patted her hand, telling her not to say any more.

"I will come to see you often."

"But... what if someone finds out?"

"That's right, I'm really worried that if someone finds out, my weird uncle will kill all those people... That's really a problem. I'll have to talk to him about it tomorrow." Fan Xian's hairs stood on end, thinking that this kind of terrifying thing could really happen.

Lin Wan'er looked at his face, reluctant to close her eyes, but in the end, she couldn't resist the heavy sleepiness.

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The next morning, Lin Wan'er woke up from the warm quilt in a daze. She opened her eyes, rubbed them, and found that she felt especially good. The maid came over with a sweet smile to salute, and then prepared to help her get up, wash, and dress. At this time, Lin Wan'er remembered what happened last night and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! Where is he?"

The maid asked curiously, "What person?"

Lin Wan'er said anxiously, "Did you hear any sounds last night?"

"No, Miss," the maid replied seriously.

Lin Wan'er walked to the window, her long black hair hanging straight to her hips, wearing a plain white cloth dress, looking very beautiful. She looked out the window, but found that there was no sign of that person. She couldn't help but wonder if she had just had a dream yesterday, a dream that she really wanted to become a reality.

While she was thinking wildly, the maid walked up to her with a half-torn oil paper package, smiling slyly and said, "Miss is sneaking snacks again. Be careful that the nanny sees it and tells the Emperor... Close the window quickly, don't let the wind blow on you."

Lin Wan'er took the oil paper package and found a few more pills in her waistband. Her heart felt warm. When she looked at the scenery in the garden outside the window, there was more green. Even after the window was closed, it seemed that the endless spring was trying to pry open the window and escape in.