TSFLIP Chapter 1029

Xianmo asked naturally, “Do you mean he should lock the woman up first?”

Fengguang paused. “Lock her up? No! Playing the imprisonment game can easily drive someone mentally unstable. Let me explain it this way. First, you have to make sure the woman doesn’t dislike you. Once that’s established, the first thing you should do is make the relationship a done deal. Of course, there are many ways to do that—but the key point is you can’t harm the woman. After that, you should keep appearing around her with an attitude so full of guilt you practically want to die. Women are soft-hearted. Once her heart softens, you’ve already succeeded halfway. After that, time will take care of the rest.”

She spoke like a master of relationship advice, even though everything she was saying came from the romance novels she used to read. In those stories, wasn’t it always the case that women fell for bad boys? Sometimes the characters went through all kinds of physical and emotional torment, and yet the story still ended happily, with the heroine running away while pregnant.

Besides, Zou He’s appearance really did resemble a typical novel’s male lead—so handsome it could make people and gods alike resent him. He absolutely had the qualifications of a protagonist.

Wait…

Fengguang suddenly wondered if the System had thrown her into the wrong world. Maybe that was why she had no proper “place” here. If that were true, Zou He might actually be the male lead of this world.

What she didn’t realize at all was the kind of romantic worldview she was planting in young Xianmo’s mind.

After watching Zou He drunkenly make a scene for a while longer, Fengguang eventually grew bored. She and Xianmo decided to return to the palace. As for whether the Imperial Preceptor might fall out of the tree after getting drunk… who cared?

When they returned to Yihe Palace, Lu Youde had already prepared lunch.

Fengguang praised the eunuch in Xianmo’s ear, saying he worked efficiently. Xianmo only smiled. Then he dismissed all the palace servants. As usual, since he always needed to talk to Fengguang, he preferred everyone else to leave.

When he picked up a piece of sweet-and-sour spare ribs with his chopsticks, he heard the expected sharp intake of breath.

Pretending not to notice, he asked, “Fengguang, do you want some?”

“I do…”

That single word carried endless longing and misery.

“But you can’t eat it,” he said calmly.

Then he placed the piece of sweet-and-sour rib into his mouth.

Fengguang swallowed hard and glared at him. “A-Mo, you naughty child.”

He clearly knew she could see the food but not eat it, yet he still deliberately tempted her.

“Fengguang.”

Xianmo set down his chopsticks and looked toward her—more precisely, toward the direction where her voice came from. Suddenly, he said seriously, “I will find a way to let you have a physical body again.”

She fell silent, shaken by the determination in his eyes. After a long moment, she gently patted the top of his head and said warmly, “Alright. I believe you, A-Mo.”

Perhaps when that day finally came… she would leave this world.

Xianmo disliked being served by others, and he disliked having palace maids or eunuchs following him around. Since moving into Yihe Palace, he had handled all his washing and grooming himself. Sometimes, when Fengguang saw how tired he looked, she couldn’t help saying, “A-Mo, why don’t you call a servant to help you?”

Xianmo shook his head. “I don’t need it.”

If others were around, he wouldn’t be able to talk to Fengguang. Then he wouldn’t know for certain whether she was still by his side. And besides, he didn’t like physical contact with other people.

Perhaps that came from the memories of being abused during the time he spent in the Cold Palace.