After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

Yan Yuanan shook his head slowly: "Not right now."

Looking into Qin Yaoguang's eyes, he said seriously, "I haven't decided on the path I want to take in the future."

He has the blood of the current emperor and empress. If it weren't for Prince Ruyang's conspiracy, he would have been the well-deserved crown prince and the one who would have ascended the throne in the future.

But there are no ifs in life.

There is no doubt that Queen Xie thought so.

Even if the conditions are not right now to reveal his true life story to the world, there will always be a day when we can do so.

However, for Yan Yuanan, this is not the only way.

He also has a choice to be an ordinary person living freely in the world, or to shoulder this huge burden.

Just like how the palace felt to him, fear far outweighed attraction.

The throne with final say and the emperor worshipped by all people were not as attractive to him as they were to the princes who were influenced by the environment in the palace.

While in the carriage, he was deeply moved by Empress Xie's devotion.

It was just a brief meeting, could it be that the blood-thicker-than-water bond between mother and child is so powerful?

But it was only touching.

"What do you think? Tell me." Qin Yaoguang asked him.

"Mother, my bottom line is that I can only go to the palace five days a month."

He thought very clearly.

The best option is not to reject it outright before he makes up his mind.

Perhaps, the more contact he has, the better he will know what he wants.

"it is good."

Qin Yaoguang did not object and agreed immediately.

No matter how smart Yan Yuanan was, he was still only a thirteen-year-old child. In modern times, he would not even have graduated from junior high school.

It is really too cruel to ask him to make such an important decision in life at this most confused age.

Queen Xie was too anxious. She would talk to the other party properly.

After this was settled, Yan Yuanan started a new conversation, cupping his hands and saying, "Mother, I have been wandering around the bookstore and the surrounding area for half an hour, and I have some thoughts."

Qin Yaoguang's eyes lit up and she was very excited: "Tell mother quickly."

Her expression is the best encouragement.

Even Yan Yuanan himself didn't notice that there was a warm smile in his eyes: "Mother, most of the people in the West Market are illiterate. Since the bookstore sells stationery, can we set up a seat for free letter writing?"

He talked eloquently about his discoveries.

Unlike other places, the prosperity of the capital has attracted many people to come here to make a living, and the population mobility is extremely high.

Many traveling merchants, street vendors, and so on, have the need to write letters home.

But finding someone to write to is not easy.

Firstly, scholars and men of letters considered it shameful to set up stalls and write letters for others; secondly, it was very expensive and they were reluctant to spend their hard-earned money.

Also, the other person’s character cannot be guaranteed, so it is impossible to write important things in a letter home.

"Mother, if I can write letters for people in the bookstore, not only can I solve their practical difficulties, but I can also let them try out the good things we sell in the bookstore."

"good idea."

Qin Yaoguang thought to himself: Isn’t this the "trial package and experience package" promotion method commonly used in modern times?

It’s great that it can be combined with the needs of the people.

She pondered for a moment and said, "We can set up a small room to write letters for people. If there are too many people, they can line up outside and let the person feel at ease."

In the name of the eldest princess, we will protect the privacy of the person asking for help.

Just by increasing the salary of one position, you can kill two birds with one stone, nice.

Unexpectedly, his proposal would be accepted by his mother. Yan Yuanan's eyes lit up with new light and he volunteered: "Mother, I want to go."

"To write a letter?"

Qin Yaoguang asked in surprise.

Yan Yuanan nodded solemnly: "I think that's where I can know what life is like for the common people."

Indeed, family letters contain the most real information about daily life.

"but……"

Qin Yaoguang hesitated: "Will it delay your studies?"

Yan Yuanan smiled confidently: "No."

"In fact, there is one thing I have never told my mother. Aunt Chunning's teaching content is a little shallow for my son."

He was not in a hurry at first, because he could take care of the progress of his younger brothers and sisters by attending classes together at Wind Chasing Academy.

I was thinking that after this year is over, I would ask my mother about going abroad to study.

The lessons came easy to him, and he had already started studying on his own in the library.

Qin Yaoguang was speechless.

Okay, is this what a top student is?

After a brief thought, Qin Yaoguang said, "How about this, five days in the palace and five days in the study, what do you think?"

"Thank you, mother."

Next, he made some small suggestions about bookshops based on his previous observations.

Qin Yaoguang analyzed each idea with him one by one, and either adopted it or told him that it wouldn't work, so that he could gain some inspiration.

The more they discussed, the more Qin Yaoguang realized how powerful he was.

This level of thinking usually occurs in college, and some people can only experience what they have learned at work.

Yan Yuanan was only thirteen years old.

As expected of him.

After saying goodbye to his mother, Yan Yuanan left the flower hall and walked towards Zhufeng Courtyard, his steps getting faster and faster.

By the end, I was almost running.

He couldn't wait to see the familiar figures of his younger brothers and sisters.

It was late at night.

In the Zhufeng Courtyard, insects are chirping, flowers are blooming, and the air is filled with the scent of a spring night.

It was the same quietness, but the present quietness made him feel peaceful in his heart, instead of fear for the future.

After crossing the Moon Gate, he found that the light was still on for him.

Holding the pen, he came forward and reported softly, "Second Young Master, the Fourth Young Lady went back first. The Third Young Master and the Fifth Young Master have been waiting for you in the small hall. The Fifth Young Master couldn't stand it any longer and went to sleep first."

Yan Yuanan nodded, lightened his steps, but walked faster.

In the small hall, there was a dim light.

Yan Jinyang slept on the couch with his arms and legs spread out, his face sweet in sleep.

Next to the oil lamp, Yan Shiyan held a book and read carefully close to the light, occasionally checking to see if his fifth brother had kicked off the quilt.

The heavy winter curtains had been replaced with the green bamboo curtains embroidered by Yan Jinyin herself. At this moment, they were gently lifted up, and Gu Xing's voice was heard, greeting Yan Yuanan in a low voice: "Second Young Master, Fifth Young Master is asleep."

Yan Yuanan uttered a low "hmm" and walked in lightly.

"You are still reading in such dim light."

He walked up to Yan Shiyan, his tone full of disapproval, and reached out to snatch the book from Yan Shiyan's hand.

Yan Shiyan stepped aside and pressed his index finger against his lips to make a hushing gesture. They both looked towards Yan Jinyang who was lying on the couch.

The little girl was sleeping so soundly that Yan Yuanan couldn't help but soften his brows.

"Come on, give me a hand, I'll carry him back."

Yan Yuanan said to Yan Shiyan.

If big brother was here, there would be no need to go through so much trouble, he could just take the baby away directly.

Outside, the moonlight is quiet.

A waning moon is looming in the clouds. It is a perfect night for a tryst.

Lu Yun was holding a lantern in her hand, which illuminated her face, making it as elegant and pretty as the bright moon, making her look even more charming.

She walked along the veranda, and the wind blew the moisture from the lotus pond.

In the water pavilion, the general stood as tall and straight as a pine tree.