With the help of the landscape portrait, Xianmo successfully realized that he was a normal man. At least he had a dream that night, and the next morning, he found that his underwear and sheets were wet.
He wasn't embarrassed at all; in fact, he felt a surge of excitement, and he longed to have such a beautiful dream every night.
Feng Guang was waiting at his door early in the morning. When she heard the door open, she immediately asked, "How was it? Did you sleep well last night?"
This was the first time she hadn't stayed with him until he fell asleep, and she started worrying like a mother hen that he wouldn't be able to adjust.
Xianmo smiled, her expression indescribably gentle and charming, "I'm fine."
That's wonderful.
Of course, it would be even better if dreams could be turned into reality.
Seeing that he looked relaxed and genuine, Feng Guang believed him. She then asked with a grin, "You don't have to suffer at Lan Zhao's place these past few days, aren't you happy?"
"Feng Guang seems to dislike Master?"
"Yes, he taught you martial arts, but how many times have you been beaten up and covered in wounds by him? You may have forgotten, but I haven't." She still remembered, especially when he first started learning martial arts, he could barely handle even a move or two from Lan Zhao. And Lan Zhao was not one to hold back, so Xian Mo would always return to Yihe Palace covered in injuries.
He laughed and said, "But later, I wasn't injured at all."
"Yes, because you're a genius." Xianmo showed no arrogance whatsoever, but she was full of pride. In just three years, he had become a master under Lan Zhao's command. Even Lan Zhao had once said that Xianmo was a rare genius.
In truth, Feng Guang understood that Lan Zhao's strictness had its advantages. For example, Xian Mo was trained by him from the beginning to have a solid foundation in basic skills and was able to digest more knowledge quickly. However, it was this strict teaching that made Xian Mo more demanding of himself now.
Feng Guang sighed again, thinking to himself, "This child has never had a good childhood."
She flicked his forehead with her finger. "You can relax sometimes. Don't always push yourself like this."
"So today... shall I take Fengguang out of the palace?"
"Leave the palace?" She suddenly became interested. Ever since she came into this world, she had been by his side, following him wherever he went, afraid that he might be harmed by the palace's intrigues and schemes. So she had never left the palace. Now that she heard that she could leave the palace, she was naturally happy. "Okay, but... is it alright for you to leave the palace at will? Do you need to report to the old emperor?"
Xian Rang has hardly cared about Xian Mo over the years, and has never even visited Yihe Palace. On the contrary, Consort An often comes to visit, trying to build a closer "mother-son relationship" with Xian Mo.
"No need to report," Xianmo said calmly. "Tomorrow is my master's wedding day. I will attend the wedding banquet. The old emperor will not have any objections."
"Oh, I see... Wait a minute!" She thought she had misheard. "You mean that deadpan guy is getting married!?"
He smiled slightly at her disbelief. "That's right, my deadpan master is getting married."
"How is that possible?! How could any woman be willing to marry a man who has neither romance nor a sense of humor?"
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