Lin Wan’er felt a tickle along her back and had to giggle. Still, she managed to say, "If it were my parents…"
Fan Xian, who was enjoying the feeling of the girl in his arms, stopped suddenly. He looked at her seriously. "If it really were eldest princess and the prime minister, what would you do?" The two of them were still in contact with each other’s bodies when he said that, which took away from the seriousness of the question.
After a long period of silence, Lin Wan’er stared bravely into his eyes, her hands clasped behind his neck. "Once I’m married to you, I will belong to the Fan household."
Fan Xian knew what she meant. While there was some lingering worry in their conversation during Fan Xian’s nightly visits, he knew his fiancée wasn’t overly close with the eldest princess because she was raised in the palace by Empress Dowager. Even so, upon hearing how much she was willing to give up, Fan Xian was so grateful that he felt embarrassed.
