Lin Zhanyuan was stunned. With tears still hanging from his eyelashes, he asked in a daze, “Can I go too?”

Lin Feilu smiled and said, “Of course, you can. Brother can live with me from now on.”

Lin Zhanyuan laughed happily. After laughing, he thought of something as he turned to look at Xiao Lan next to him, “What about mother?”

Lin Feilu said, “Mother would naturally have to live in the palace with Father Emperor. Husband and wife can’t be separated, after all. One day, when you get married, you can’t live separately from your wife either.”

Xiao Lan laughed along and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

According to Lin Zhanyuan’s age, it was about time for him to live outside the palace. However, everyone was aware that he couldn’t be left alone. Even so, as he got older, he couldn’t remain in the Mingyue Palace either.

Lin Feilu asked Emperor Lin for a decree to move Lin Zhanyuan out of the palace so he could live with her.

As it was the best solution, Emperor Lin naturally agreed.

Although Xiao Lan was reluctant to part away with her children, it was an ancestral tradition. Besides, there wasn’t anything much to worry about either.

Her initial wish for them to grow up safely and happily had already come true. She wasn’t a greedy person, so as long as her children could continue to flourish in their lives peacefully, it would be enough.

Lin Zhanyuan felt happy when he learned he would move out of the palace. The excitement even doubled to know that he would be living with his sister henceforth.

Although he was a little reluctant to leave his mother, thinking with the mindset of a child, he still preferred his sister, who always played with him and gave him interesting gifts. Besides, his sister reassured him they could frequently return to visit their mother. So after a moment of deliberation, he accepted the fact, happily starting to pack his belongings.

Seeing that the day of Lin Feilu’s coming-of-age day was approaching, Emperor Lin ordered the Ministry of Rites to draw up a page of promising titles.

Lin Feilu sat cross-legged on the soft cushion of the Yangxin Palace whilst eating snacks as she sorted the titles she liked.

These titles, in ancient times, conveyed a dignified and skilful vibe. She spent a long time choosing and felt that the title of ‘Yong An(1)’ had the best meaning. It sounded good as well, so she happily pointed it to Emperor Lin, “Father Emperor, I’m done choosing!”

(T/N: Yong An means ‘eternal peace’ or ‘eternal safety’)

Emperor Lin looked at it and pondered, “Yong An? The meaning is excellent. If you like it, then let’s make it yours.”

Lin Feilu nodded with a smile, but before she had finished, Emperor Lin took out a stack of portraits and handed them over, “Choose one from here as well.”

Lin Feilu, “?”

The portraits consisted of men of the right age, and this scene seemed familiar to her. Didn’t this resemble when she assisted Lin Nianzhi in selecting her future husband candidates?

Lin Feilu panicked slightly and swallowed a gulp of saliva, observing Emperor Lin’s expression. Seeing him smiling and looking at her, she could only lower her head and sift through the portraits. The last one was actually Xi Xingjiang’s profile, and Lin Feilu’s hands trembled.

After looking at them, Emperor Lin asked, “Do you like anyone?”

She pouted and shook her head.

Emperor Lin was not surprised as he just said, “You have had a good relationship with the Fourth Prince since you were a child, but you are indeed the same as him when it comes to marriage— making those around you worry.”

Lin Feilu pursed her lower lip as she inched closer slowly. Then, she hugged his arm coquettishly, “Father Emperor, I just don’t want to get married so early. My mansion has just been built, and I haven’t experienced the happy life of living alone. If I get married now, I will regret it for my entire life.”