TSFLIP Chapter 1042

With Fengguang’s portrait as a reference, Xianmo finally realized that he was, in fact, a normal man. At the very least, that night he had a dream—and the next morning, he discovered that his undergarments and bedsheets were damp.

He didn’t feel embarrassed at all. If anything, he felt a faint sense of excitement. From then on, he almost wished he could have such beautiful dreams every night.

Early the next morning, Fengguang was already waiting outside his door. The moment she heard it open, she immediately asked, “So? Did you sleep well last night?”

It was the first time she hadn’t stayed with him until he fell asleep, and she fussed over him like a worried mother, afraid he wouldn’t adjust.

Xianmo curved his lips into a gentle, captivating smile. “I’m doing very well.”

More than well.

Of course, if he could turn that dream into reality, it would be even better.

Seeing that he looked completely at ease and not the least bit forced, Fengguang believed him. Grinning, she added, “You don’t have to go get tortured by that deadpan Lan Zhao these days, right? That must make you happy.”

“Fengguang, you seem to really dislike my master?”

“Of course I do. Teaching you martial arts is one thing, but how many times has he beaten you until you were covered in injuries? You may have forgotten, but I haven’t.”

She remembered it clearly—especially when he had just started training. He could barely handle even a single move from Lan Zhao, and Lan Zhao wasn’t the type to hold back. As a result, Xianmo would often return to Yihe Palace covered in wounds.

He smiled lightly. “But later on, I stopped getting hurt.”

“Yeah, because you’re a genius.” Xianmo showed no pride in it, but she was full of pride for him. In just three years, he had gone from struggling against Lan Zhao to handling him with ease. Even Lan Zhao himself had once said that Xianmo was a rare talent.

Truthfully, while she said she disliked him, Fengguang knew there were benefits to Lan Zhao’s strictness. For example, Xianmo had built an incredibly solid foundation early on and was able to absorb new skills quickly. But that same strict training had also made him even harsher on himself.

Thinking of this, Fengguang sighed. This child had never really had a proper childhood.

She flicked his forehead lightly. “You should relax once in a while. Don’t push yourself so hard all the time.”

“Then… how about I take you out of the palace today?”

“Out of the palace?” Her interest was instantly piqued. Ever since arriving in this world, she had stayed by his side wherever he went, afraid that palace schemes might harm him if she wasn’t there. She had never once left the palace grounds. Now that she had the chance, she was naturally excited. “Sure! But… is it okay for you to just leave like that? Do you need to report it to the old emperor?”

Over the years, Xianrang had hardly paid any attention to Xianmo and had never once visited Yihe Palace. Instead, Consort An would occasionally drop by, trying to build some “mother-son affection” with him.

“No need to report it,” Xianmo said calmly. “Tomorrow is my master’s wedding. I’m going to attend the banquet. The old emperor won’t object.”

“Oh, I see… Wait!” She suddenly froze. “Did you just say that deadpan guy is getting married!?”

Seeing her disbelief, he smiled faintly. “That’s right. My deadpan master is getting married.”

“How is that possible!? A man with no charm and no sense of humor like him—what woman would ever agree to marry him?”