"What about Third Master? Doesn't Third Master believe in my feelings for you?"

Mr. Fu San didn't expect that the little girl would turn the tables on him.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Qingci smiled and said, "Third Master, do you think that your love for me is not as deep as my love for you? So you arranged a way out for me, and I will accept it calmly; I consider you, but you can refuse?"

"Qingci..."

"Third Master, I'm not a teenage girl. I've experienced more than you can imagine."

When she was a child, she followed her mother on a journey of thousands of miles to find her father and nearly died under the brutal iron hoofs.

When he grew up, the one he loved was not a human, but he traveled thousands of miles with him.

Despite being betrayed, she was still able to pick herself up, stand up and start again.

"Third Master, I'm not afraid of losing anything in the future, because I've known for a long time that the world is constantly changing. You, me, and none of us have any control over the future."

The future belongs to destiny.

The present moment belongs to you and only then do you have choices.

"One day in the future, perhaps you'll fall in love with someone else, or perhaps it's me you'll fall in love with. Perhaps you'll be defeated on the battlefield, or perhaps I'll die first due to an accident..."

"Qingci, stop talking." Mr. Fu San didn't want to hear this.

On some things, he was far from being as open-minded as the little girl.

Having had it, he doesn't want to let it go.

Song Qingci smiled and said, "Third Master, I have never asked about your past. Back in the capital, you were not an unknown figure, were you?"

Such demeanor is like a crane standing out among chickens. How many people in the world can match it?

She believed that no matter what the circumstances, Mr. Fu San was always a rare talent.

Mr. Fu San didn't know what she wanted to say.

He did feel guilty about concealing his background.

"Did you ever imagine, during your heyday, that one day you would end up a bandit in the remote and bitter cold of Liaodong?"

No one can predict what will happen in life.

"I think you probably didn't expect that you would meet an abandoned woman and be attracted to her; you also didn't expect that she is actually not bad and she has a very rich mother..." Song Qingci said with a smile.

Mr. Fu San's lips moved, but no words came out.

There was a moment when he wanted to confess his identity to the little girl.

This incident was the only uncertainty buried among them.

However, the clarity and open-mindedness displayed by Song Qingci today gave him new ideas.

——He should give the little girl more confidence.

The little girl was better, stronger, and more easy-going than he had imagined.

"Third Master, I like you and I want to marry you." Song Qingci looked up at Third Master Fu, her eyes sparkling with sincerity and a girl's impulsiveness. "Do you like me? Don't you want to marry me right away?"

Her future is full of uncertainty.

Whether the emperor acknowledges her past with Jiang Jingchu or approves of her present with Mr. Fu San is just a matter of his thought.

Song Qingci didn't know what would happen in the future.

She only knew that now, at this moment, she liked the man in front of her who was profound and wise and devoted to her.

"Before we were sure of our feelings for each other, I wasted a lot of time; but now that I'm sure, I don't want to waste any more time. Third Master, getting married can be simple and hassle-free. Your parents are probably gone, right? My parents are here, and as long as we're willing, we can get married today."

Those grand weddings and ceremonies in the secular sense are not important.

It is not important for her to be with the one she loves immediately and love each other every moment.

Song Qingci put her arm around Mr. Fu San's waist and put her ear against his chest. Just as she had thought about doing many times, she leaned against him quietly, listening to the sound of the wind and his heartbeat, and doing nothing.

The Third Master’s broad chest gave her the most solid and secure feeling.

She said, "Third Master, do you know? I like you, very much, more than you know."

These warm and tender words of love, like a breeze, blow into the heart and spread comfort throughout every part of the body.

Master Fu San reached out and hugged her back, sighing contentedly, "My little sweet girl."

After a pause, he continued, "I was indeed very glorious in the past. I held a high position and was unrivaled in the limelight."

"Third Master..." Song Qingci was a little panicked.

I hope the Third Master didn't use the words "the highest position among officials" incorrectly.

If he really had once been a high-ranking official, she should have heard of his name, right?

"I regret a lot of things, but the two things I regret least are both related to you."

"Is it related to me?" Song Qingci was stunned, completely confused about the situation.

"The first incident happened many years ago when I was still a teenager. I rescued a little girl who was traveling north with her mother to find her father. At that time, I even took a second look at her. I think if I had the chance to go back again, I might stop, hug her, and tell her not to be afraid."

Song Qingci opened his mouth unconsciously, his lips trembling, and tears welled up in his eyes.

She raised her hand and touched Mr. Fu San's face.

"Another thing," she said in a trembling voice, "was seven or eight years ago in the capital. A fifteen-year-old girl came to you, kneeling down and begging you to save her lover..."

"Well, my little girl, you are always so smart." Master Fu San smiled and reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes. "Don't cry. I have thought about this many times. If I were given another chance, what would I choose?"

"I think I will still help you and let you go."

When we are young, love is stubborn.

Don't turn back until you hit the wall.

"But I should have appeared in front of you earlier, so that you wouldn't have to endure those days of tears after being betrayed."

Song Qingci burst into tears.

King of Zhenbei, he is the King of Zhenbei!

"Qingci, don't cry, can you please say something to me?"

"What?" Song Qingci's voice choked.

"You said you loved me, that you wouldn't dislike me because of my identity, and that you wouldn't be angry because I kept secrets. I had many opportunities to be honest with you, but you said you were tired of the complicated life; you said you wanted to return to your parents and live a peaceful life..."

"Yes, I don't like marrying into a wealthy family. I'm not scheming. I can't even see through Kang Tong... But if it's the Third Master, then I might be able to learn from him reluctantly. But, you are not allowed to look down on me..."

Song Qingci didn't know why, but she felt extremely wronged and threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.

"I don't mind. I'm just afraid that the little girl will dislike my age." Master Fu San gently stroked her back.

After Song Qingci calmed down, Master Fu San said, "I have one more thing to confess to you. I'm in the capital, and there's a..."

"Wife?" Song Qingci looked at him blankly.

"What are you thinking, little fool? It's my brother..."

"You have an older brother, isn't that normal? You have many more, and many younger brothers..."

Isn’t that all the royal family has to offer?

"I'm talking about the deposed prince."

"Crown Prince? That's normal. The Crown Prince was also born to the Emperor... Wait, who are you talking about?"