TSFLIP Chapter 1039

Only then did Xianmo have time to respond to Fengguang, who was on the verge of losing her mind. “I’m going to the battlefield sooner or later.”

“But you’re still too young!”

“I’ve already grown up.” He raised a hand and gestured to his chest. “Besides, I’d guess you only come up to about here.”

“What are you talking about? I’m tall, okay?!”

In truth, he was right—she really was only that tall.

Xianmo smiled, like a spring breeze melting snow. “Even if I’m wrong, there’s no need for you to get so worked up.”

Her face flushed, and she fell silent for a long moment. The older he got, the less he held back his smiles—and every time he smiled like that, she found herself completely captivated. She had reminded herself more than once that A’Mo was someone she had raised like a younger brother… so sneaking a few extra glances at him shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Besides, it’s not like he’d notice.

With that thought, she openly stared at him. “You need to think this through. The battlefield is brutal. A lot of people will die, and many will be injured. You might… you might get hurt too.”

“It’s fine.” Xianmo’s lips curved in a faint smile. “No matter how badly I’m injured, I’ll come back alive.”

“You… honestly, there’s nothing I can do with you.” Taking advantage of the fact that she could float, she easily patted his head. “I’ll find a way to protect you.”

He only smiled softly and said nothing.

Xianmo had finally completed his training under Lan Zhao and was granted a month-long break. When this news reached Xianrang, he felt that his son had truly grown up—it was time for him to gain broader life experience.

So when they returned to Yihe Palace, both Fengguang and Xianmo were momentarily stunned by the sight before them: rows of elaborately dressed women standing inside the palace.

“Lu Youde,” Xianmo said, turning to the eunuch beside him, “is Yihe Palace short on maids?”

Lu Youde’s expression turned awkward. Lowering his head, he carefully replied, “Your Highness… these are women His Majesty has bestowed upon you… to instruct you in the ways of intimacy.”

The moment Fengguang heard “instruct you in the ways of intimacy,” she understood instantly. In ancient wealthy households, when a young master reached thirteen or fourteen, elders would usually arrange for a bedchamber maid. If she performed well, she might even be promoted to a concubine—but never to the position of primary wife, due to her lower status.

That was also why, even though the Empress had “died,” Xianrang had not yet elevated Consort Yun to Empress.

Fengguang understood—but Xianmo didn’t.

No one had ever explained such matters to him. His mind had always been focused on growing stronger and mastering martial arts. He had never entertained any romantic or sensual thoughts—so much so that he hadn’t even experienced the kinds of fantasies typical of a boy his age.

So he asked directly, “What does ‘the ways of intimacy’ mean?”

Lu Youde looked like he had a fly stuck in his throat—unable to swallow it or spit it out—left standing there in utter embarrassment.

“Hahahahahaha—!” Fengguang burst into uncontrollable laughter. Knowing that no one but Xianmo could hear her, she didn’t bother maintaining any ladylike composure at all.

Xianmo disliked situations he couldn’t control. Lowering his voice, he softly called, “Fengguang.”

Her laughter stopped abruptly—because, for some reason, she could hear a hint of warning in his tone.