"However, I don't like the ending of the princess and the wandering performer... Hmm, in the new book I'm going to change it for them, so that they can be reunited as a family and have a happy life!"
"Oh, this isn't like you at all!" Fu Xiuyu laughed. "Your previous suspense novels all had tragic endings, why do you like comedies now?"
Pan Dafu looked at her and gently took her hand.
"Because I feel that happiness is fleeting in life, and we can't always be immersed in sadness."
"Also, I've heard people say that a writer's fate tends to gravitate towards the type of works they frequently write. Before I met you, I didn't care, but after meeting you, for the first time, I hope that fate will give me a happy ending..."
"Therefore, I will never write tragedies again, never!"
Fu Xiuyu placed her hand on the back of his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm and the happiness of being connected with him.
Later that evening, back at their lodgings, Jiang Can and Huo Zhixing were still discussing the matter.
"Husband, I bet Uncle Pan is definitely talking about Princess Yue!"
“But Uncle Pan also said,” Huo Zhixing said with a deep look in his eyes, “that his information is inaccurate, or perhaps it was fabricated by someone else.”
"Uncle Pan also said he will continue to investigate!"
Seeing Jiang Can's defiant look, Huo Zhixing couldn't help but pinch her little cheek.
Judging from Pan Dafu's writing, he is a person who pursues truth and logic. Therefore, he will definitely investigate the love story between the Nanyang princess and the wandering artist.
If he really finds out something, then the whole truth will come out.
It seems Fu Xiuyu has good taste; she found a Sherlock Holmes who can write!
"By the way, honey," Huo Zhixing asked her, "how's your father doing? Has he arranged for Sang Qing and Princess Yue to have their checkups?"
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