of Danzhou had only two copies, one of which could be found in Count Sinan’s house, as they were subscribers.

The piece of paper Fan Xian had stolen from his grandmother’s room was the much-discussed newspaper. After a quick scan of the paper, Fan Xian could not control his facial expressions; he wanted to stick his entire fist in his mouth... What kind of era was this? Tabloid newspapers? And ordered by the emperor, no less!

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The new "mail order" law enacted by the royal family meant that the brother-sister pair could secretly send letters to each other with secrecy.

Fan Xian frowned as he looked at the newspaper. For a while now he had heard people discussing the new laws, which in his opinion were a product of nonsense by the emperor. However, everyone knew that the emperor was not one to rub the wrong way.

Fan Xian was not in the mood to change the world. He wasn’t even interested in the first place, but when this world began to grow similar to his own, he was naturally interested to see how things worked behind the scenes.

After much meditating, Fan Xian still hadn’t gotten to the bottom of the matter. Smiling wryly, he pushed the paper aside and self-deprecatingly thought to himself that perhaps another person with larger ambitions had also travelled to this world.

Anyhow, these matters were of little relevance to him. It was the letter next to the paper that carried greater importance.

In Fan Xian’s memories, Fan Ruoruo was someone related to him by blood that had stayed in Danzhou for a while during their childhood. His poor little sister was lanky and dark compared to his graceful and pretty appearance.

They had not seen each other for many years. Fan Xian wondered what she looked like now. Had her spa.r.s.e blonde hair darkened? Had she become prettier? Fan Xian was even struggling to remember if she was called Fan Ruo or Fan Ruoruo.

"I am such an incompetent brother." Fan Xian thought he didn’t care for his sister enough. Even his soul had experienced two different lives, he was still related to her by blood through this body. Two years ago when Fan Ruo began school, she often sent letters to Danzhou. Fan Xian, on the other hand, hardly replied, as he was too busy going through Wu Zhu’s relentless training, his daily Badao zhenqi practice, and also reviewing the poisons book Fei Jie had left.

For some unknown reason, Fan Ruoruo, who turned ten that year, was extremely reliant on her far-away brother and frequently sent him letters. Perhaps it was because the horror stories that they had shared in their childhood were deeply ingrained in her mind. At first, she mostly wrote about how she missed her grandmother dearly and her memories of Danzhou Harbor. For the past six months, though, she wrote mainly about her boring days at the estate in the capital and hardly talked about their home in Danzhou Harbor.

Fan Xian brushed the letter lightly with his fingertips, his pretty face tinged with concern.

On the paper was his sister's delicate handwriting. She had written about her life in the capital recently and how she had been accepted into a school for aristocrat ladies. It was as if this was the natural pathway in life for someone like her.