TSFLIP Chapter 1045

Against the dark curtain of night, as one firework faded, another burst into bloom.

Fengguang sat perched in a tree, looking down at the young man standing beneath it. Suddenly, she was reminded of the first time they had watched fireworks together. Back then, he had only been a twelve-year-old boy. Now, he had grown into a refined and graceful young man.

Calling Xianmo a “young master” didn’t quite fit. There was none of the frivolity or arrogance that usually came with it. Instead, he carried a steady composure—calm, reserved, with a scholarly air.

She liked that.

The child she had accompanied for three years only seemed more pleasing the longer she looked at him. Then, a thought suddenly crossed her mind—what kind of wife would he marry in a few years?

But just as quickly, she shook the thought away. The system had been gone for so long now. Three years was probably the limit. Perhaps the moment it reappeared, she would have to leave this world.

The tall figure beneath the tree suddenly called out softly, “Fengguang.”

“Mm?” she responded lazily.

“You’ve been… sneaking glances at me.”

She stiffened for a moment, then immediately protested, “I am not sneaking glances! I’m looking at you openly, okay?”

For some reason, his intuition was unnervingly sharp—every time she stared at him, he always seemed to notice.

Xianmo smiled gently. “You’re allowed to look at me openly.”

At that moment, another firework blossomed in the sky.

Looking at his smiling face, Fengguang suddenly felt as if a firework had gone off in her own heart. But fireworks faded quickly. Shaking her head, she brushed the thought aside and changed the subject. “You came to congratulate your master on his wedding—did you really come empty-handed?”

“What should I bring to congratulate my master on his marriage?”

She knew it.

Fengguang pressed a hand to her forehead and sighed. “I forgot to remind you—when you go to congratulate someone on their wedding, you’re supposed to bring a gift.”

She had been too shocked by the news that Lan Zhao was getting married, and with Xianmo saying he wanted to take her out, she had completely forgotten to remind him to prepare something.

Over the years, Xianmo had never attended banquets, and Yihe Palace never hosted any feasts either. It made sense that he didn’t realize gift-giving was customary.

Fengguang said worriedly, “Consort Yun has probably prepared plenty of gifts for Xianlong. If you don’t present something decent, people might say you’re disrespectful to your master.”

Lan Zhao himself wouldn’t care whether Xianmo brought a gift, but the onlookers certainly would.

She thought hard for a moment. “How about I sneak into Xianlong’s room and steal a treasure?”

“No need.” Xianmo removed the jade pendant from his waist. “If I must give a gift, I’ll give this.”

“Isn’t that from Consort An? She said it could ward off evil and dispel poison. That’s a real treasure.”

“If even you think it’s valuable, then giving it to my master should be more than appropriate.”

It was Xianmo’s possession, but Fengguang still felt a pang of reluctance. “How about… we think about it a little more?”

“No need.” He looked up toward the tree, toward the direction of her voice, and said with mild exasperation, “Choosing a gift is troublesome. This will do.”

Fengguang couldn’t argue with that. She also thought that giving a gift wasn’t hard—the hard part was deciding what to give. With a resigned nod, she said, “Alright, we’ll go with this. If Lan Zhao likes it, maybe he’ll look out for you more on the battlefield.”

“Exactly,” he replied without much sincerity. “You’re always more thoughtful than I am.”