Two days later, the carriage procession had slowly entered the waist of Cang Mountain.

The towering Cang Mountain was majestic beyond compare, yet centuries ago, a certain emperor mobilized hundreds of thousands of laborers to forcibly carve out an official road suitable for carriages to travel through the mountain, for the convenience of spending his summers and taking vacations in Cang Mountain. In reality, not long after this hugely expensive and wasteful mountain road was completed, that emperor died upon the soft bodies of his concubines, never having used it even once.

Over the centuries, the world had seen countless rises, falls, separations, and reunions. Gradually, however, this mountain closest to the capital became the back garden of high-ranking officials and nobles. From the previous dynasty, many laws had been enacted, establishing the mountain's extremely heavy official atmosphere, which even the biting mountain winds could not blow away.

From then on, Cang Mountain forbade hunting, forbade burning forests for cultivation, and forbade everything that poor people could possibly do. It purely became a resort for wealthy families. Nowadays, Cang Mountain, apart from some monastic ascetics in temples and some hermits, had most of the remaining areas bestowed by the emperor upon some ministers of the court to build villas, in order to relieve the burden of complex affairs of state.

The Fan family's villa was built on the mountainside, a good place granted half a year before the late emperor's death. The surroundings were very quiet. In front of the manor, a clear stream flowed, and the red leaves falling from the mountain peaks drifted down into this clear stream. Yellow flowers dotted the stream's edge, and the opera house within the manor was quiet and deserted. In this desolate autumn season, the shadows of geese were sparse in the sky, creating an indescribable loneliness and vastness.

After Fan Xian and his party arrived, the mountain villa suddenly became lively. People who had arrived earlier had already cleaned the villa thoroughly. Because they did not know how long the young master, young mistress, and young lady would be staying here, the Fan residence prepared many dried goods and game. They even transferred three singing girls from the residence in the capital to the mountain, where they sang day and night, scaring away countless squirrels who were storing food for the winter.

"Truly a good place." After the servants went to settle the rooms, Fan Xian casually walked to the front of the villa's stone platform, looking at the light mist floating not far below his feet, and the distant lean mountains and green forests were exceptionally clear. He couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Lin Wan'er gently leaned against his side and said with a slight smile, "It is indeed very good. I also lived in Cang Mountain for a period of time when I was young, but it was not as quiet and secluded as your manor."

"It's our family's," Fan Xian corrected, then lovingly fastened his wife's collar. The mountain air was cold, and he was really worried that she hadn't fully recovered and would catch a cold first.

Lin Wan'er giggled and said, "Understood, my husband."

In the following days, the young couple spent their days in the quiet mountains, living peacefully and happily as if they were unaware of the passage of time. This kind of life was a beautiful thing that Fan Xian had longed for for many days, so he seemed particularly enjoyable. Every day, he would either take Wan'er for a walk on the slippery mountain roads, or stand behind his sister, watching how she used her fine brush to capture all the beautiful scenery of Cang Mountain on paper.

This could be considered the true married life between Lin Wan'er and Fan Xian after their wedding. During this period, the initial love at first sight between the newlywed couple, to the later excitement of meeting across the wall, and then to the subsequent worries, finally allowed them to safely enjoy something called love. At the end of passion, it transformed into a delicate fragrance, which was even more lasting.

One morning, Lin Wan'er lazily opened her eyes, and unconsciously put her plump arms aside, only to find that the person beside her was gone. The blanket was still warm, but she didn't know where her husband had gone.

Lin Wan'er wasn't surprised. Ever since the wedding night, she knew that Fan Xian got up very early every day. She didn't know where he went, and then he would quietly return to the room before she woke up.

She had always been a little curious, but it wasn't convenient to do anything while living in the Fan residence. Now that she had come to Cang Mountain, with no elders or those annoying old women beside her, Lin Wan'er rolled her eyes, got up, took a thick cloak and tied it around herself, put on soft shoes, and sneakily opened the door like a thief.

A gust of mountain morning wind blew in her face, making her shiver. She didn't dare to delay any longer, smiled secretly, and went to another main room at the end of the corridor, knocking twice on the door. A sleepy Fan Ruoruo heard her voice, quickly got up to open the door, also only wearing a single coat, freezing terribly, rubbing her hands and said with a bitter face, "Sister-in-law, so early?"

After Lin Wan'er arrived at Cang Mountain, a little mischief that had always been hidden under her slightly shy and lovely nature finally emerged. She stuck out her tongue, hugged Ruoruo's waist, pulled her into the warm quilt, and sighed very comfortably.

Fan Ruoruo wasn't used to sleeping in the same bed with others, so it felt a little strange, but this little sister-in-law was very affectionate, hugging Ruoruo, putting her face close to her face, and softly asked, "Do you know what your brother does every day when it's not yet dawn?"

Fan Ruoruo felt her sister-in-law's hands were cold on her waist, and thought that if her brother saw this, he would be heartbroken. She quickly grabbed her hand to warm it, and said unhappily, "You are husband and wife, why are you asking me?"

Lin Wan'er said amusedly, "Your brother is mysterious all day long. Let's not talk about this, but what about every night, when we two are talking and playing chess in the room, where does he go? Aren't you curious?"

Hearing her sister-in-law say this, the calm Ruoruo couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Her brother's routine morning practice was something she knew, but these days, her brother would also disappear for a period of time every night. She really didn't know what he was going to do.

"Brother practices his skills in the morning, and at night... I really don't know. I'll ask him when the time comes."

Lin Wan'er asked curiously, "Practicing skills? What kind of skills? Can we go see?"

"Sister-in-law, are you that curious?"

"Of course." Lin Wan'er's eyes lit up, like the lake in the summer resort, "What my own husband is doing, as his wife, it's normal to be curious."

Fan Ruoruo then realized that this Princess sister-in-law really didn't have many palace habits, and in some ways, she felt even more mischievous than herself. She couldn't help but smile and said, "In this cold weather, if I were married, I would rather sleep in bed. If you run out at this time and get scolded by your brother, I won't help you."

Lin Wan'er really didn't know what Fan Xian looked like when he was angry, but knowing her husband's nature, she made a bitter face. Suddenly, she turned around and smiled, "If you get married? Now it's late autumn, it seems that our family's little sister is starting to feel spring sleepy."

Whether it was because the two people in the quilt were too hot, or because she was shy, Fan Ruoruo's face was also slightly red. She said unhappily, "Where did you find a sister-in-law like you?" She reached out and tickled Lin Wan'er, and Lin Wan'er cried out and struck back. The young sisters-in-law were playing around in bed, the breath of young girls was pressing.

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Fan Ruoruo was ultimately no match for the married woman's methods. Panting, she reluctantly got out of bed, but wrapped the Princess sister-in-law layer upon layer, confirming that the mountain wind couldn't blow into the young lady's neck, before she felt relieved to take her hand and leave the mountain villa to find her brother.

At this time, the sky was slightly bright, and the people in the villa were still preparing for the morning meals, and no one noticed that the two mistresses had sneaked out like thieves. A large area of the mountainside was the Fan family's property, so no one came to disturb them. The two girls walked on the autumn dew, carefully walking along the forest path towards the mountainside.

"Are you sure it's this way?" Fan Ruoruo frowned and said, "This mountain is so big, let's not get lost."

"Don't worry." Lin Wan'er said with a smile, "I have a feeling that wherever my husband is, I seem to be able to feel it."

Fan Ruoruo helplessly thought that she could only believe this unreliable intuition. Although she thought so, she was paying attention to the land under her feet, and found that someone had indeed stepped on it. This trail was so quiet, and she thought that other than her brother, no one would have such a leisurely interest in drilling into the barren mountains.

She did not know how long they had been walking, but the two beautiful girls finally pulled away the autumn leaves, wiped the dew from their clothes, and walked through this forest to the mountainside. Fortunately, Lin Wan'er's body had greatly improved after taking Fei Jie's medicine, otherwise she would not have been able to persist on this road. Looking at her sister-in-law's flushed face, Ruoruo lovingly wiped her face, and reminded her to fasten the unbuttoned front of her cloak, before the two turned their eyes to the front.

If they didn't look, they wouldn't know. If they looked, they would be shocked.

They saw that the mountainside was a rare gentle slope in Cang Mountain, with meadows that were still green under the autumn frost, and looking upwards, there was a steep cliff as high as ten zhang. The slope was extremely steep, and among the chaotic rocks, hidden yellow bamboo pierced the sky like swords.

On the cliff wall was a person, it was Fan Xian dressed in a single garment. Looking at his appearance, he was about to jump off the cliff!

When Lin Wan'er saw this, she was shocked and prepared to shout in alarm, to stop Fan Xian's actions. Unexpectedly, a soft and cool hand covered her lips at this time.

Fan Ruoruo squinted at her brother on the cliff and said in a forced calm, "Don't worry." She didn't know where her confidence in this judgment came from.

At this time, Fan Xian had already jumped down from the cliff. They saw his body jumping and traveling between the chaotic rocks, each step dangerously stepping on the only place where he could exert force. As he descended, his speed became faster and faster, and he almost hit the bamboo several times.

But he seemed to have a congenital prediction, and he would always choose the landing position and the magnitude of the reaction force one or two turns in advance, and pass by the bamboo.

This relied on the domineering true qi in his body, which brought powerful control, and even more relied on the instinct he had learned from Wu Zhu.

In fact, it was just a flash of lightning. He had already penetrated the bamboo forest and chaotic rocks like a black light, and steadily landed on the meadow. Fan Xian slightly turned his head, and looked at the two girls here in surprise, and said, "Why are you here?"

His breath was not disturbed at all, but the sparse bamboo on the steep slope was gently shaking by the remaining breath.