Fan Ji's Thousand Years

"Ten miles of peach blossoms, cold snow and frost; a peerless beauty across three lifetimes, Ling Aoxue; a lone beauty, unmatched in this place," he suddenly recited.

She turned around slowly, looking somewhat surprised. After a moment of silence, she spoke: "I am here at my father's request to await a young master. Are you the one?"

"Indeed. Miss Fan Ji, I hope I haven't startled you." He bowed in greeting.

"How did you learn my name?" Her eyes widened slightly, her expression suddenly full of surprise.

"Oh! It's like this: I've long heard that Fan Zhong has a daughter named Fan Ji, a one-of-a-kind prodigy, so I learned your name."

"I see. It's all because of my name. If it weren't so conspicuous, people wouldn't keep me in their thoughts," Fan Ji sighed softly.

"Could this be a romantic tribulation for you, Miss Fan...?" he teased her warmly.

"You flatter me, young master. I'm just an ordinary woman. How could I be going through a romantic tribulation?" She politely brushed him off.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.