Yuan Hongjun wanted to know her preferences. What was he up to?
Fan Yuru had only met Yuan Hongjun a few times at palace banquets and never privately. Her impression of him was of a wandering doctor with excellent medical skills, but not much else.
"I'm a girl and not even that familiar with him. How can I ask him for help?"
"I can go talk to him for you," offered Fan Jingxu, setting a condition. "But only if you give me the short sword our eldest sister gave you." The sword was a masterpiece from a renowned maker, coveted by many.
Fan Yuru pinched Fan Jingxu's arm, "So you've been waiting for this!"
"That's my condition. Take it or leave it."
"Do you think it'll work?"
"Don't underestimate me. With me taking action, it's sure to succeed."
"What will you say to him?" Fan Yuru had the intention to compromise. As long as she could leave the capital, she could make a little sacrifice.
