Ji Liang looked at her and didn’t speak for a while as if he was in a complex mood. Lin Feilu waited to the point where she almost fell asleep before she heard his very indifferent voice.

He said, “That kid gave this to you as a birthday present.”

The sleepy Lin Feilu woke up instantly.

Her 14th birthday was approaching. As a matter of fact, it was just next month.

Little Pretty Boy had been away for half a year. There was no way to communicate efficiently in this era, and due to the strict security control between countries, she couldn’t inquire about his situation, let alone send a message to say hello. Sometimes, even when someone had settled down, some concerned people would constantly wonder if they were alright.

He would give her an ingenious gift for every single birthday of hers back then.

Those gifts may not be expensive, but they were all favourable to what she truly enjoyed. After all, he always seemed to know what she liked the best.

Originally, Lin Feilu thought that the exclusive gift from Little Pretty Boy for her birthday this year would amount to nothing due to his departure. Unexpectedly, he gave her such a big surprise.

Which martial artist wouldn’t ever desire an undefeatable swordsmanship manual that the entire world was vying for desperately?!

Even if one didn’t practise martial arts, it would be great to collect them!

Lin Feilu looked at the Jimo Sword Manual in her hand as the emotions in her heart swelled. It felt like the moment when Yue Buqun got the Sword Manual of Evil Wards, Dongfang Bubai obtained the Sunflower Collection, and Zhang Wuji was given the Great Shifting Manual(1)!

(T/N: All of these are actual historical/wuxia Chinese dramas that feature the characters going through trials and tribulations to obtain the treasured book that provided crucial and peerless techniques)

Ji Liang looked at the excited girl who laid on the bed for a moment and said blankly, “Now that the item has been delivered, I’ll take my leave.”

Lin Feilu hurriedly shouted, “Uncle Ji, wait!”

Ji Liang’s figure had already made itself to the window, but he was able to turn back again, despite obviously being slightly impatient, “Is there anything else you need?”

Lin Feilu asked, “Is His Highness alright?”

Ji Liang cherished her words like gold: “He’s good.”

Lin Feilu got up from the bed with both hands, picked up the single-layered jacket beside the bed, and put it on, “Uncle Ji, will you be meeting him? If so, can you help me bring a letter to him?”

Ji Liang, “…”

Lin Feilu felt that he might have wanted to kill her with his sword.

She grabbed her collar and took two steps forward as her watery eyes looked at Ji Liang pitifully. The end of her eyes were slightly red under the silver moon and her voice overflowed with a choking emotion, “I have been worried about His Highness for so many months. Uncle Ji, please, I beg you, QAQ”

Ji Liang, “…Then you better write it quickly.”

Lin Feilu hurriedly went to get a brush and paper.

Filled with worry, after holding the pen, she didn’t know how to start after holding the pen.

After thinking about it, Lin Feilu felt that her chances of receiving a reply were practically zero. If she asked him how he was doing now, she would not get an answer, so she only told him about her situation, making Ji Liang wait impatiently. She wrote very fast as the paper was scribbled with just a few lines, but she did draw a cute smiley face at the end.

Pondering for a bit, Lin Feilu went to her bags and took out a small butterfly made of bamboo.