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After releasing Aotian Xue, Xin'er felt that her life had returned to its previous calm and tranquility.
Every day, no matter how busy Xuan was, he would always make time to accompany her.
After finishing all her tasks each day, she would go to the study to practice her calligraphy.
With nothing to her name, she was just an ordinary commoner.
"What!? Meet your father and mother!?"
After all, Leng Yixuan was exceptionally handsome, wealthy enough to rival a nation, and belonged to royal lineage, making his status incredibly noble.
Standing next to someone like him felt like a world apart.
"Yes, at that time, both my father and mother were present. I want to take you to meet them."
How could she possibly refuse a man like him!?
As Leng Yixuan spoke, his gaze towards Xin'er became even more affectionate.
However, facing this Young Lady, Leng Yixuan felt nervous and uncertain.
From the man's promise, she could tell that he was sincere about her.
But after the last fire incident, Leng Yixuan was nearly terrified out of his wits.
While Leng Yixuan's heart was filled with passionate affection, Xin'er was once again deeply shaken by his words.
If what Xuan said was true, and his mother had indeed said such a thing, it surprised Xin'er. Moreover, she was quite curious about Consort Rui.
He wanted her to become his princess, to be the new Wife that everyone in the world envied!
If only time could freeze at this moment—peaceful and serene.
Every time he thought about it, he felt a lingering fear of almost losing the woman before him.
If it were any other girl, upon hearing his words, she would have undoubtedly agreed without hesitation.
After a pause, seeing that Xin'er remained silent with her head down, Leng Yixuan slowly began to guess her thoughts from her expression and couldn't help but speak up.
The books on the table rustled softly in the gentle breeze, making the afternoon even warmer and more tranquil.
"Are you nervous about meeting my father, Empress Mother?"
Leng Yixuan never expected that his words would bring such a sorrowful look to Xin'er's face. He furrowed his brows and asked with concern and curiosity.
Oh dear!
Yes, she was indeed afraid.
He reached out and gently brushed Xin'er's nose with his finger, smiling as he spoke.
She couldn't have heard him wrong, could she!?
Having a man by her side while doing what she loved most.
Hearing the man's words, Xin'er was even more astonished. Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she asked.
Unexpectedly, the man came up behind her and pulled her into his embrace.
Leng Yixuan, who had been handling the accounts across the room, suddenly stood up and slowly walked over.
It was a matter of feelings. Especially during the last fire incident, he had disregarded his own life to rush in and save her.
"Moreover, a pure and lovely girl like Xin'er would surely be liked by my father and mother. At that time, I will tell them to marry Xin'er as my wife. How does that sound!?"
He then began to teach Xin'er how to write his name, guiding her hand.
Inside, he felt a faint sadness.
The charming little face of Xin'er was thus shrouded in a layer of gloom and sorrow.
"Fool, I'm here! What are you afraid of!?"
In the past, when she learned that he was the richest man in the Celestial Yuan Dynasty, Xin'er felt very inferior.
However, Leng Yixuan's handwriting was like him—graceful and elegant, each stroke imbued with a refined charm that ordinary people could not replicate.
Yet, what he said was truly unbelievable.
Just then, the man suddenly spoke up.
So, Leng Yixuan is the biological son of Prince Rui!?
Thinking of this, Xin'er was shaken, surprised, and more than anything, moved.
How could someone of her status possibly stand by his side!?
"Xin'er, next month is the Emperor's sixtieth birthday. I plan to take you into the palace."
"Okay."
At that moment, she agreed, always adhering to her mother's last wish.
If he really took her into the palace, she feared that his parents would not approve, and even more so, she was afraid he would be ridiculed!
Because all she knew was that Leng Yixuan had an extraordinary status and wealth that rivaled nations, but she knew nothing about his family.
Outside, the sun shone warmly, and a gentle breeze blew in.
After all, with a man of such noble status before her, the woman who matched him should also come from a suitable background.
The last time Xuan confessed to her, she had refused to become a concubine. After all, her originally happy family had been destroyed by a concubine.
The tenderness in his eyes nearly drowned Xin'er.
Hearing the man's sudden words, Xin'er was momentarily stunned and found it hard to react.
If he didn't truly care for her, he wouldn't have appeared every time she faced danger.
And what Xin'er loved most was connecting with Leng Yixuan through his words.
Although she knew that Leng Yixuan never spoke falsely.
He wants to marry her!?
After all, in this dynasty, every marriage is not just about social status.
Xin'er said in disbelief, her beautiful eyes wide open, filled with shock and surprise.
What woman could resist such an outstanding man!?
Seeing the faint worry on Xin'er's brow, Leng Yixuan felt a tightening in his heart.
Some said she was ungrateful, but she didn't care what others said.
Upon hearing Leng Yixuan's words, Xin'er, who had been silent with her head down, gently nodded.
As she slowly processed this information, Xin'er lowered her gaze slightly and bit her lip.
At that moment, he thought they had plenty of time together; as long as he treated her sincerely, one day she would accept him.
Regarding Xin'er's persistence, Leng Yixuan merely smiled gently, allowing her to write her own story as long as she was happy.
Because this man before her was not only the Richest Man in Tianyuan but also a member of the royal family.
What Xin'er enjoyed most were these moments.
However, in this dynasty, social hierarchy was distinctly defined.
The veil fluttered gently, and the beaded curtain swayed.
It made him unwilling to wait any longer; he just wanted to seize the happiness of the present.
Over the past few years, after her mother's death, due to her beauty, she had caught the attention of many young masters from noble families. They sent matchmakers to propose taking her as a concubine, but she had turned them all down.
Before her mother passed away, she repeatedly urged her that no matter how difficult life became, she could never become someone else's concubine unless it was as a legal wife.
And what about her!?
For her sake, he had risked his life.
After all, although Xuan had said he loved her.
"What!? You... want to marry me!?"
But Xin'er did not give up; she contacted Leng Yixuan every day through letters.
Thinking of this, Xin'er felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
Yet at this moment, the noble man before her had granted her the title of wife...
After all, he still remembered that last time by the lake when his proposal had been rejected by the girl.
He truly wanted to see what kind of person Xuan's mother was.
His large hand gently held Xin'er's small hand that was gripping the brush.
"Into the palace!?"
At this thought, Xin'er was completely stunned.
"Did your mother really say that? That she doesn't care about social status!?"
Hearing Leng Yixuan's words, Xin'er felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her entire being frozen like a fossil.
At this moment, the study was eerily quiet.
However, someone who could raise such an outstanding man must be extraordinary as well, right!?
With this thought, the fear and tension in Xin'er's heart slowly gave way to curiosity.
He treats her better than he treats himself.
"Xuan, can I not go into the palace with you? I... I'm afraid..."
Seeing this, Xin'er merely exchanged a glance with him before continuing to practice her calligraphy.
As he spoke the last sentence, Leng Yixuan's voice carried a hint of inquiry and subtle tension.
Today, just like any other day, while Xin'er held a brush in the study and practiced her characters slowly...
"And if you want to talk about social status and such, don't worry. I can't speak for others, but my father and mother's thoughts are different from most. Especially my mother. She often tells me that when it comes to marriage, I should handle it myself. If I like a girl, I should marry her without worrying about social status or anything like that. After all, I want to marry the woman I love, not someone based on identity or position."
After a moment, Xin'er gazed at him with her beautiful eyes filled with confusion and turned to meet his gentle deep black eyes, asking blankly.
As the days passed, with Leng Yixuan as her excellent mentor and Xin'er being diligent and eager to learn, her calligraphy improved rapidly. Now, even Leng Yixuan began to praise her writing.
She was self-aware enough to know that her status did not match his nobility.
Seeing this, a deeper smile appeared on Leng Yixuan's lips as he extended his long fingers to gently tuck the wind-tousled strands of hair behind Xin'er's ear, speaking softly once more.
Moreover, if his parents were to learn of her identity, they would surely be unwilling to meet her, wouldn't they?
This was something she should have realized long ago, wasn't it?
If possible, she simply wanted to be with the person she liked, regardless of wealth or poverty.
In trying to protect her, he had ended up with scars.
"Xin'er, what's wrong!?"
Thinking of this, Xin'er looked up, her eyes shimmering with a thin veil of mist. She grasped the man's arm, her red lips parting slightly as she pleaded.
Furthermore, in the Celestial Yuan Dynasty, there was only one Prince Rui.
Now, hearing him refer to his parents as Father and Mother Empress only confirmed that he was a Young Master, a member of the royal family!
Xin'er asked in astonishment.
"Ah!?"
Now she felt even less worthy.
After all, the last thing he wanted to see was the girl looking so forlorn.
Thinking of this, Xin'er felt a surge of emotion in her heart, her nose tinged with bitterness as tears welled up in her eyes.
Her identity was so humble; all she wished for was to quietly stay by his side.
Seeing Xin'er’s pitiful appearance, Leng Yixuan felt both amused and helpless.
Then, under the anxious and tense gaze of the young man, she slowly nodded and said, "Alright, Xuan, I promise you!"
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