Lin Wan'er felt a tickling sensation on her back and couldn't help but giggle. Still, she persisted in asking, "What if it were my parents..."

Fan Xian, who had been enjoying the delightful touch of the woman in his arms, suddenly stopped his hand. He looked at her seriously: "What if it really is the Princess and the Prime Minister?" Fortunately, when they talked about these things, their bodies were intimately intertwined, effectively diluting the seriousness and scariness 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'll be a member of the Fan family."

Fan Xian understood the meaning of her words. Although their sweet late-night talks had been tinged with worries these past few days, he also knew that his fiancée had grown up in the palace and was raised by the Empress Dowager. She rarely lived with the Princess, so her relationship with her mother was somewhat distant. But hearing this answer, Fan Xian was still moved beyond words.

This young couple shared similar life backgrounds and experiences, so they were very clear about each other's hardships and a certain slightly proud self-esteem. That's why they were destined for each other at first sight in the Qing Temple. What feelings could be found in the imperial family? And Fan Xian gave this girl unprecedented emotional impact and tenderness. And Fan Xian himself found a space to rest his somewhat weary mind in this dark boudoir.

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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, avoiding his wound. After hearing these words, she helplessly replied, "I've been in the palace since I was little, and I rarely have the opportunity to go out. It was only four years ago that my uncle gave me the title of Junzhu (郡主, County Princess), that I had the opportunity to go out, but recently my body has become weaker..." She looked at him carefully: "Do you think it's too outrageous to be so sneaky all the time?"

Fan Xian was stunned, and whispered with a smile: "I like this sneaky feeling the most... But your illness still needs to be moved around and sunbathed." Lin Wan'er heard him admit that he liked this sneaky feeling, and couldn't help but think of how absurd she had been these nights, letting this young man lie beside her. Her cheeks flushed, and she spat lightly, saying, "Then tomorrow I'll go to the palace and ask my uncle."

"Uncle?" Fan Xian couldn't help but chuckled softly when he heard her call him so affectionately, "Yes, our uncle is the greatest emperor in the world. If he says a word, you'll be my wife."

At this time, Fan Xian remembered to tell her about the imperial decree today. Hearing the content of the imperial decree, that the man beside her had been appointed as the Assistant Officer of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices (太常寺协律郎, Taichangsi Xielulang), Lin Wan'er knew that this marriage was finally settled, and she couldn't help but feel shy in addition to the surprise.

Fan Xian smiled and looked at the blush on her face, thinking that this girl was gentle and clever, but she was so shy. He always thought that the women in this world were the same as the women in his previous life. How could he have imagined that him climbing over the wall in the middle of the night every day was already a very big deal for a dignified Junzhu.

"By the way, who were you with when we first met at the Qing Temple last time?"

"I was with His Majesty." Lin Wan'er replied curiously.

"Ah?" Fan Xian realized that he had brushed shoulders with the Emperor, and couldn't help but feel a little different. Since that noble person was His Majesty the Emperor, the master who exchanged a palm strike with him must be the guard leader of the palace. Thinking that he could exchange a palm strike with the guard leader and only spit out a few mouthfuls of sour blood, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Lin Wan'er watched the expression on his face change, and became interested, staring into his eyes and asking, "What? Are you surprised?"

"I can only blame myself for being stupid, for not thinking of that." Fan Xian said with a wry smile, "I always thought it was the Empress Dowager or the Princess. Alas, coming to this world, if I haven't even seen the emperor, it would be too regrettable."

"Although I don't pay much attention to things outside, I also know that the Fan family is very favored by the Emperor. If you want to see His Majesty, it's not difficult. What's more..." The girl lowered her head shyly and said, "After the wedding, you always have to go to the palace to visit your uncle."

Seeming to guess what the young man was thinking, Lin Wan'er puffed out 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 spring nights together, why bother about those things."

Lin Wan'er was most afraid of this statement. As soon as she heard him say it, she was unbearably shy, and clenched her fists to hit him, but... halfway through the hit, she thought of his injuries and had to reluctantly withdraw her hand. Who would have thought that this turn would accidentally touch some indecent places. No matter how gentle and restrained Wan'er was, she knew what was going on, and without regard for Fan Xian's injury, she suddenly pushed him away from the bed curtains.

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"Go back early, you're still injured." Lin Wan'er buried her face in the quilt, not daring to look at him.

Fan Xian's gaze naturally slid down, and looked at her wronged and said, "Then I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Lin Wan'er pulled the quilt down a little, revealing her pitiful little face, pleading: "Don't you have business to do tomorrow?"

"Ah, right, the bookstore opens the day after tomorrow." Fan Xian remembered. The people from the Monitoring Office (监察院, Jianchayuan) hadn't returned to the capital yet. Nothing could be found out in the capital anyway. Since that was the case, he would do what he should do. Sharpening the knife does not delay the work of cutting wood. Could this be considered one of his excellent qualities?

He couldn't bear to bully this girl anymore, so he pushed open the window and prepared to leave. The moonlight shone in, illuminating the bed, and also illuminating the maid who was still sleeping soundly beside her. Fan Xian couldn't help but chuckle. He wondered if this maid, who slept so well every day, would become much fatter in a few days.

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The day after the opening of the bookstore, the Dongchuan Road was crowded with people. Even the nearby Imperial College (太学, Taixue) saw a rare wave of truancy. The buildings along the street were decorated with lanterns and colored hangings. The entire square façade was wrapped in fine wood, revealing a clear shine in the darkness. It was truly a very scholarly decoration, but unfortunately, there were too many people coming today, and the smell of sweat replaced the smell of books.

Most of the people who came were here to see Fan Xian. Everyone was very curious about the illegitimate son of the Fan family, who had only been in the capital for a little over a month, but how he could be so successful. They were even more curious as to why a nobleman son who was good at both writing and martial arts would think of opening a bookstore. There were many profitable businesses in this world, but selling books didn't seem like a good way out.

Since the assassination incident, Fan Xian's views on life had changed a lot, so this bookstore was not hidden behind the scenes, but stood out in a very aboveboard manner, admitting that he and his brothers were the owners of this bookstore. He also gave the bookstore a name, "Danbo Bookstore," and asked the heir of the throne to go home and have Prince Jing write it himself, before making a horizontal plaque and hanging it at the door.

Many people around were wondering what the name of this bookstore meant. Fan Xian explained that this was "Danbo to clarify ambition", in fact, it meant "no worries, Danbo does not lose", and then threw out Zhuge's sentence "Without Danbo, there is no way to clarify ambition, without tranquility, there is no way to go far" to shock everyone. When the heir of the throne first heard this explanation, he was also shocked, thinking that the Fan family boy was using this to confess to everyone in the court, to express that he did not want to intervene in anything, and to exchange weakness for safety.

In fact, only Fan Ruoruo understood her brother best, and knew that Danbo meant - once drifting in Danzhou.

Seeing more and more people around, sweat began to drip from Fan Xian's forehead. He muttered to the shopkeeper Ye next to him, "The advertisement you mentioned the other day worked a little too well. How come so many people are coming as soon as we open today?"

Shopkeeper Ye was no stranger to the word "advertisement." He smiled and said, "I heard that the owner has Mr. Cao's manuscript in his hands. After the sixty-eighth chapter, only we have exclusive printing rights. The reputation of *The Story of the Stone* alone is enough to attract so many people." He paused, and chuckled, "Of course, everyone is mainly here to see you, to see what a young poet who can kill an eighth-rank master looks like."

Fan Xian was stunned, and muttered, "My height isn't eight chi, and my width isn't eight chi, what's so good about seeing it?"