Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

You're trying to get me into trouble!

Eunuch Hou felt that he had a miserable life.

I shouldn't have asked that question out of curiosity.

He decided that he would ask fewer questions and speak less from now on.

This guy is someone you really can't afford to offend.

Opening another imperial edict revealed a marriage decree.

"..."

They're really sending a beautiful woman?

Back at the Fan residence, before he could even sit down, he was summoned to the study again.

Fan Qingyi was still leading the way.

"By the way, have you seen Taotie in the last two days?" Fan Qingyi asked.

I haven't criticized it for several days, and I actually miss it a bit.

"I don't know, and I don't know if it was led away by some female dog."

"..."

They have absolutely no manners.

However, there is some truth to that!

When I arrived at the study, the old man was still sitting by the campfire, a book in his hand.

It's still a golden bottle.

"..." Can he stand reading this kind of book?

Fan Qingyi closed the door and left, intending to send someone to find Taotie.

I hope it's not really lost.

And don't let some little bitch target you and do *that* to you.

However, after searching for a long time, Fan Qingyi still couldn't find any trace of Taotie.

study.

Fan Zui sat down by the campfire, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

He casually placed the two imperial edicts aside.

The white-haired old man put down the golden bottle in his hand and picked up the imperial edict.

"An army of two hundred thousand?" The Sword Master stood up abruptly, seemingly quite surprised.

Fan Zui glanced at him. Really didn't know?

But he had a feeling that the old man already knew.

This army of 200,000 was one of the most formidable forces in the Qian Yuan Empire.

With them, the rebellion will proceed much more smoothly.

However, taking control of this army is no easy task.

"A marriage decree?" Fan Jian picked up another imperial edict.

He knew about Fan Zui's annulment of the engagement.

Unexpectedly, a marriage has now been arranged.

"Liu Yanran?" He seemed somewhat surprised when he saw this name.

This was not part of his rebellion plan.

"Do you know this person?" Fan Zui himself had never heard of this name.

It probably wasn't a well-known family in the capital; otherwise, he should have at least heard of them.

"This Liu Yanran is a princess of a fallen kingdom. She was captured after her kingdom was destroyed and has been living in the Qian Yuan Empire all these years."

"..." Fan Zui was confused.

Why would a marriage be bestowed upon a princess of a destroyed kingdom?

Could it be that this Emperor Qian Yuan has gone mad?

Liu Yanran was once a princess of the Yan Kingdom. After the Yan Kingdom was destroyed by the Qian Yuan Empire, she was captured and has been a hostage for many years.

As a result, the State of Yan enjoyed many years of peace.

In recent years, in the former territory of the Yan Kingdom, many former generals have risen up to become kings of the mountains, dominating their own regions and refusing to submit to the rule of the Qian Yuan Empire.

This princess is their hope for restoring their kingdom.

Now, Emperor Qian Yuan has bestowed her upon him in marriage.

It feels like I'm helping him...

Fan Zui was increasingly confused.

Chapter 238 [One Hundred Million Spirit Stones Spent]

Coming out of the study, Fan Zui idly grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, rolled it into a ball, and threw it, only to have it hit Fan Qingyi, who was walking in.

"..."

Snowflakes slid down the blue robe, and the young man in blue smiled silently.

"Well, I heard you got betrothed, so I came to congratulate you."

The news leaked out really fast.

The Imperial Study has always been the focus of attention for various factions.

"So, do you have someone you like now?"

To divert attention, Fan Zui deliberately asked a question.

Such a straightforward question surprised Fan Qingyi for a moment, but after realizing what she meant, she smiled and said:

"I am not in a hurry."

Fan Zui snapped his fingers and said, "I'll talk to my godfather another day and find you a marriage partner."

Fan Qingyi's lips twitched slightly. She bent down, grabbed a handful of snow, shaped it into a ball, and threw it far away, where it hit the wall.

Snowflakes fell, and two words suddenly appeared on the wall:

Making a foolish mistake.

As time passed, Fan Zui's life remained remarkably peaceful.

Aside from practicing meditation, all I do every day is eat and sleep.

Strangely, the witch hasn't been in my dreams these past few days.

There is only one possibility: she did not enter a dream.

Something must have delayed them.

News of the North-South war continued to arrive, and Fan Qingyi was often seen heading towards the study.

They run around very frequently.

Fan Zui did not inquire about it.

It doesn't care about the war between North and South.

If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up; it's not his turn.

In his spare time, he would practice his skills, hone his swordsmanship, and exchange sword techniques with Fan Bingyan to gain insight into the essence of swordsmanship.

The two swords, one in the heavens and one in the underworld, combined, possess the power of a supreme treasure of chaos.

However, despite their numerous attempts, they were unable to combine their skills.

The reason remains elusive.

The Marquis's Mansion: A Small World

Amidst the falling snow, a man and a woman, dressed in white, exuded an aura of sword intent.

Her figure was ethereal and otherworldly, like a fairy-tale character on a theatrical stage.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, dreamlike and ethereal, intertwining with the figures of the two people to create a breathtaking scene.

The man held a long sword, his swordplay flowing smoothly and silently.

The sword's edge was as pure as snow, and its chilling aura was palpable.

Each swing of the sword seemed to tear through the thin veil of snowflakes, turning everything in the world into nothingness.

The swordplay was like a white crane dancing gracefully, light and elegant.

The woman held a slender sword, its blade flashing. Her sword dance was like the wind, swift and unpredictable, giving one a sense of ethereal grace and agility.