Besides, Yin Yun has been my best friend for so many years. If she said so, how could she lie to me?
After some thought, Fan Ziruo realized that her depression had indeed been resolved.
He then said, "Phonetics, thank you."
Du Yinyun then realized what was happening and asked in confusion, "By the way, why does my sister suddenly want to learn martial arts?"
Fan Ziruo said, "How can you write martial arts novels without knowing any martial arts? Of course you have to learn some to write them well."
Du Yinyun thought to herself: If that's the case, then when you write about the male and female protagonists, shouldn't you also...
Thinking of this, Du Yinyun suddenly felt a little excited, wondering what her usually dignified, composed, and reserved older sister would be like when she was shy...
Hmm. I should embroider a few handkerchiefs for my sister.
...
The entire Deer Antler Academy was bustling with activity, not just in the remote Fan residence.
In a secluded cottage within the gardens of the Deer Antler Academy, the fierce clashes between the Meng and Han families in the imperial court continued.
Meng Qingqian once again left the palace dressed as a man, but unlike last time, she didn't deliberately put on makeup or bind her chest. Instead, she simply wore men's clothing and let everything else be natural.
Even during the day, the cabin remains brightly lit.
Meng Qingqian leaned back in her chair, holding an endless stack of folded documents in her hand. On the table beside her, there was a pile of folded documents and a plate of candied fruit.
She arrived this afternoon.
The trick of having a palace maid attend the morning court in her place should not be used too often, otherwise it will be easy to give away the secret.
Fan Changshu dared not keep the princess waiting for long. As soon as he saw Jian Ling flash past him, he knew that the troublesome princess had come again.
Upon entering the small house, Fan Changshu immediately knelt down and said, "This humble subject, Fan Changshu, pays his respects to Your Highness the Princess."
Meng Qingqian put down her memorial and rushed to help him.
"General, there's no need for such a grand gesture!"
Fan Changshu said, "Your Highness, I am no longer a general."
Ignoring all that, Meng Qingqian smiled and said, "I have some good news to tell the general."
"What?"
“Yesterday, after I returned home, I discussed with my mother the matter of arranging a marriage for His Majesty.”
Fan Changshu's heart tightened.
"My mother and I have been looking around and we think that only the daughter of the Fan family and the daughter of the Prime Minister are the most suitable."
Meng Qingqian placed her hands behind her back, clasped them together, leaned slightly forward, and smiled beautifully yet dangerously.
"General, I think Miss Ziruo is very suitable to be the empress and rule the harem. Let's make a deal: if you help me, I'll help you, how about it?"
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