Fu Ling immediately retorted, “How could that be! If he truly preferred men, it would be easier. Why would he wait for the Emperor’s marriage decree and let court lackeys bully him!”
The Prince of Qi, seeing her genuine anger, quickly tried to calm her: “Don’t be angry. I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that today they came together, and Lord Fu spoke ambiguously…”
Fu Ling angrily punched the bed, “It’s all that Yan’s fault!”
At the Yan residence, Fu Shen changed out of his formal attire and casually asked, “What do you think of the Prince of Qi?”
Yan Xiaohan thought, “Shrewd and cautious.”
“Hmm,” Fu Shen said, “And suspicious. Just like his father.”
Speaking of which, my niece doesn’t resemble her mother but looks remarkably like the Prince of Qi – the chin and eyes are identical… Oh?”
He suddenly stopped, reaching out to hold Yan Xiaohan’s chin and examine it from side to side: “I just realized your chin is quite similar to theirs.”
Yan Xiaohan casually fabricated: “That’s called ‘if you’re not from my family, you won’t get into my house.'”
Fu Shen laughed: “Now we’re ‘family’? Wasn’t it just moments ago you were crying, making a scene, and threatening not to go out?”
Yan Xiaohan cunningly kissed him on the lips: “My lord is magnanimous. Won’t you forgive me?”
“How pitiful,” General Fu remained unmoved, “Don’t try these tricks. You must learn a lesson today.”
He casually pulled a thin book from the small table by the bed and tossed it into Yan Xiaohan’s lap.
A thin booklet with an indigo cover, white text spelling out the title “Snow Plum Hermitage Collection”.
Yan Xiaohan was bewildered, casually opening a page. Glancing through, he was immediately struck by the eight characters “Serve the people, down with tyrants”.
“Am I seeing this correctly?” He turned the cover to check the author, “A forbidden book in the home of a Flying Dragon Guard inspector? My lord, where did you find this?”
Fu Shen said, “Last winter when I returned to North Yan, you investigated a case at Kuang Mountain Academy, wasn’t it?”
Yan Xiaohan remembered: “I was wondering why this ‘Mr. Xi Xian’ looked familiar, and now I know.”
