TSFLIP Chapter 1040

She looked at Xianmo. His smiling eyes were as captivating as ever—but she could tell he was in a very bad mood.

Fengguang rubbed her nose and floated over to his side. “I’ll explain what ‘understanding human affairs’ means—but you can’t get mad at me, okay?”

He blinked slightly.

“Ahem…” She cleared her throat and began awkwardly, “Well, ‘understanding’ means to comprehend, and ‘human affairs’… actually refers to… marital matters. Um… between a man and a woman…”

She stumbled through a long explanation, mostly because she didn’t know how to phrase it in a way that was both tactful and easy for him to understand. By the time she finished, her face was completely red.

“A’Mo… do you understand now?”

Xianmo’s expression had already turned extremely unpleasant. He grabbed a cup from the table and hurled it toward the group of women, instantly sending them into a panic.

“Lu Youde, get them out!”

“Yes—yes, at once!” It was the first time Lu Youde had seen the prince so furious. He didn’t dare linger and quickly ushered the women out.

So what if they were sent by the emperor?

The eldest prince was the kind of man who, at thirteen, could draw his sword and sever someone’s hand without even furrowing his brow.

“A’Mo…” Fengguang asked timidly, “What’s wrong with you?”

His sudden outburst had truly startled her. Over the years, as Xianmo grew older, he had learned to remain calm and composed no matter what happened. Not only could others no longer read his thoughts—even Fengguang couldn’t.

Xianmo said nothing. He turned and went straight back to his room. By the time Fengguang tried to follow, he had already shut the door.

From the other side, his voice came through:

“Don’t come in!”

Fengguang, who had been about to phase through the wall, paused.

After a moment, his voice softened.

“Fengguang… let me calm down.”

“Okay…” She leaned against the door and crouched down, wondering if she had been too blunt and shaken his worldview. But then she thought—he had to learn these things eventually. He couldn’t grow up, get married, and then on his wedding night drag his bride to the training grounds just to watch him practice swordsmanship.

She decided to give him time to process it.

That wait lasted until late at night.

When the door finally opened, Xianmo stood there. His expression had returned to its usual calm, lips pressed lightly together.

“Fengguang… are you still here?”

“I am!” She jumped up from where she’d been crouching in the corner, drawing circles on the ground. Seeing that he looked normal again, she asked, “Have you calmed down?”

“Mm.”

“That’s good. And you don’t need to feel embarrassed—this is something everyone goes through. It’s only natural.”

“…Then how do you know about these things, Fengguang?”

“Well…” She fidgeted with her fingers, then quickly answered, “I’ve lived longer than you, so I’ve read more books. That’s why I know more.”

Xianmo fell silent for a moment. “You said… when boys reach thirteen or fourteen, they start to have… those kinds of fantasies. Why don’t I?”

“Well, you didn’t understand any of this before, and you’ve been completely focused on sword training. It’s normal not to.”

No… after hearing her explanation, he had spent the entire day in his room trying—and still, nothing like that had happened.

“Fengguang.”

“Hmm?”

“Let me draw a portrait of you.”

He paused, then added,

“I want to see what you look like.”