There was a house on the side of Shenzheng Road in the capital. Wang Qinian had spent 120 taels of silver to buy it. There had been a number of procedures, and he believed that no one would be able to find out who the real owner was. Fan Xian frowned as he looked at the two men tied up tightly in the corner. Their mouths were stuffed full of smelly rags, and their faces were red. Tears were streaming from the corners of their eyes. They couldn't speak, and they couldn't kill themselves by biting their tongues.
"Where were they caught?" Fan Xian asked quietly.
The Fourth Bureau personnel behind Wang Qinian bowed and replied, "Seven miles outside the city, Sir Wang found traces of the other party. After they were stopped by us, they tried to quibble, but they couldn't withstand our investigation, so they admitted to it. After you left the capital yesterday, these two people have been following you. I don't know what method they used to inform their people, but I don't know what relationship they have with the Eastern Palace to arrange this coincidental meeting."
Fan Xian furrowed his brows. He had not thought that his random guess would actually reveal a clue to a conspiracy. It looked like it was not that he was too wise, but that his enemies were too stupid. Jingdou was too dark, and everyone had a forked black tail behind them. He also understood that the investigation his subordinate spoke of must have involved torture. But since they had admitted to it, no one cared what methods they used.
"Did you find out who they were?" Fan Xian asked Wang Qinian in a low voice.
Wang Qinian shook his head. "The less I know, the better. So I waited for you to interrogate them personally."
Fan Xian nodded. He was happy with his cautiousness, but then he fell into deep thought. He looked at the two men in the corner, and could easily see something else in their eyes. They had such a determined expression, but had not been trained in torture. Firstly, they couldn't be from the Overwatch Council, and secondly, they couldn't be from the palace. They had already been examined and found not to be eunuchs.
So the most likely culprit was the Second Prince's personal power. Of course, the Great Prince at the foot of Yin Mountain couldn't escape suspicion. At that moment, Fan Xian suddenly thought of something his father Count Sinan had said. When you don't know who your enemy is, don't make random enemies. Even if you know who your enemy is, so what? If he found out that it was the Second Prince who did it, could he really kill his way into the manor? Fan Xian smiled bitterly. He knew that some things were better left unclarified.
"There's no need to ask." Fan Xian rubbed the space between his brows. It seemed he was a bit depressed there. "Kill them all."
"Yes." His subordinates were all malicious spirits of the Overwatch Council, so they were not surprised by this bloody order. They calmly walked forward, pulled out the knives at their sides, and stabbed them into the waists of the two men. Two spluttering sounds rang out, and the two men's feet kicked wildly. Their eyes rolled back, and they died.
"Bury him properly," Fan Xian ordered. He didn't put on any pretentious expression of sorrow.
"Yes," the subordinate replied.
After leaving the courtyard, they walked through the small alleys of the capital for a long time before they stepped onto the main road. Wang Qinian accompanied him for a walk, maintaining the silence and courtesy that a subordinate should have. Fan Xian suddenly said, "When will the envoys from Northern Qi and Dongyi arrive? The Council should have this information. "
Wang Qinian replied, "From the moment they entered the country, the Fourth Bureau has been assisting the local authorities in receiving them. Judging by the date, they should arrive at the beginning of next month."
Fan Xian nodded. "Help me find out who they are. Also …" He paused for a moment. "If this doesn't count as breaking the rules, could I trouble the Council to ask our spies in Northern Qi to bring back some information? It would be best if they could find out what the bottom line the Northern Qi envoys are negotiating with is."
Wang Qinian had heard the Crown Prince's words earlier, so he knew that Master Fan was going to be the assistant envoy. He spoke in a low voice. "Yan Bingyun, the son of the head of the Fourth Bureau, Yan Ruohai, has been lurking in Northern Qi for four years. He's had some success, so I reckon he should have some good information."
Fan Xian reminded him, "Don't talk about this kind of thing too much in the future. If Northern Qi found out, I'm afraid Master Yan's son would be in danger."
Wang Qinian smiled. "Master, as the Commissioner, you have the authority to know about this."
Fan Xian also smiled. "It's better to know less about this kind of thing that involves taking responsibility."
Wang Qinian looked at the gentle smile on Fan Xian's handsome face and thought of the murders in the Council. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. "If it's better not to know, then why do you still need to investigate? The deaths of those two men don't seem necessary."
Fan Xian calmly replied, "Although it's better not to know, we still need to investigate. Those two men must die. Because I have to let others know that I know what they don't want me to know. The two lives are a warning to them not to try to manipulate me again. It seems that Niulan Street didn't make those high and mighty people behave themselves. The death of my brother-in-law at the foot of the Cang Mountains was caused by Sigu Jian. Perhaps they think I'm easy to bully? "
Although the series of "know" was a bit of a tongue twister, and Wang Qinian was a bit confused, he gradually understood the meaning and nodded. Fan Xian suddenly smiled. "Don't worry. I've never seen blood or dead people. You don't know how I grew up."
— — —
In the days that followed, the world was peaceful. The deaths of the two nameless men didn't seem to matter. But Fan Xian was sure that this matter had already begun to take effect. Occasionally, he would go to Taichang Temple to do his morning roll. Occasionally, he would go to Danbo Bookstore to collect money. Occasionally, he would go to the tofu shop to work. Occasionally, he would go to the Prime Minister's manor to get closer to his future father-in-law. Occasionally, he would sneak into the royal courtyard to fall in love. Occasionally, he would stay at Fan Manor to tell his sister stories and copy books.
That night, he washed up and prepared to go to bed. His gaze fell on the black leather suitcase that had been carelessly tossed to the side. He didn't know what was in the suitcase, so he was naturally curious. But after staying in the same room for so long, and not knowing where the key went, he couldn't help but feel a bit numb. Of course, if he knew that Chen Pingping also cared about the suitcase, he would certainly reevaluate its value. He wouldn't just toss it in the room like trash. Instead, he would dig a large hole under the bed and cover it with three layers of steel.
Where was the key? It was as if God had suddenly heard the greatest question in his heart. A cold voice rang out in Fan Xian's ear.
"The key is in the palace."
Then, without any wind, a black stick came from the heavens and smashed viciously into Fan Xian's back. There was a muffled sound. Fan Xian couldn't dodge in time, and was heavily knocked to the ground. His back hurt, and he coughed in pain, blowing a few strands of dust from his face.
"You've regressed." Although Wu Zhu's voice was emotionless, it was clear that he held a rather negative attitude towards Fan Xian's performance.
"Uncle?" Fan Xian had grown accustomed to this kind of life. With great difficulty, he crawled up from the ground. He slowly circulated the zhenqi in his body, alleviating the pain in his back. Looking at the dark corner of the wall, he couldn't help but whisper, "Uncle, I haven't seen you for so many days. I've been worried to death."
Wu Zhu was not used to the passion in his words. He coldly took half a step back and coldly cut through Fan Xian's lies. "I know. You're not worried about me."
Fan Xian smiled somewhat bitterly. He really wasn't worried. Wu Zhu was a perverted grandmaster assassin. He believed that no matter where he went, he would be fine. But Fan Xian hadn't seen him for a long time, and he really did miss him. He was curious as to what he had been up to. Perhaps Uncle Wu Zhu had always been by his side, and he didn't know?
Wu Zhu continued, "The key is in the palace."
The second repetition brought Fan Xian back to his senses. He frowned slightly, and then suddenly understood. "So you've been looking for the key all this time."
"This is the Lady's relic. I shouldn't have listened to Chen Pingping and left the key in the capital." Wu Zhu's tone was still indifferent. "I've been looking in the palace for a few days, and I've come up with three possible places."
"Too risky!" Fan Xian growled in a low voice. Deep in his heart, he was a little angry. Although Wu Zhu had the power of a grandmaster, the palace was no place to be trifled with. The guards were all experts, and Fei Jie had once mentioned that the most mysterious of the four grandmasters had always been hidden within the palace. Wu Zhu had risked staying in the palace for so many days. If he had been discovered, the mysterious grandmaster would have acted. With the addition of five hundred armed guards, even if Wu Zhu's skills were divine, he wouldn't have been able to come out alive.
As if he hadn't noticed Fan Xian's anger, Wu Zhu continued to speak. "Do you want the key?"
Fan Xian calmed down. He understood why Wu Zhu had come today. Wu Zhu had always been a person who hid in the dark. If there wasn't something they needed to talk about, Fan Xian suspected that Wu Zhu would never see him again, and would only protect him from the shadows. And tonight, Wu Zhu had come to ask for the key, not to ask for Fan Xian's opinion, but because this matter required his participation.
But... if it was difficult for Wu Zhu to take something from this world, what could Fan Xian help him with? As Fan Xian thought about it, he said quietly, "What do you need me to do?"
"There are three places in the palace that are difficult to enter," Wu Zhu said expressionlessly.
Fan Xian was curious about which three places they were, and asked.
"Xingqing Palace, Hanguang Palace, and Guangxin Palace."
Fan Xian smiled bitterly. Within the palace, these three places were the most heavily guarded. They were the residences of the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, and the Eldest Princess. Not only were they the most difficult places to enter in the palace, but they were also the most difficult places in the world.
"I want you to think of a way to get that eunuch Hong Sixiang out of the palace for two hours."
Fan Xian frowned slightly. "Eunuch Hong? The head of the palace eunuchs, a senior statesman of three dynasties. I heard that he has been in the palace since the founding of the nation, and has great power. But if you want to steal the key from the palace, why do you want me to trick him out of the palace? What does this have to do with anything? " He suddenly understood something, and raised his head in surprise to look at the black cloth on Wu Zhu's face. With a trembling voice, he said, "Could it be that Eunuch Hong is the most mysterious grandmaster in the legends?"
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Fei Jie had once said that of the Four Great Grandmasters, one was Sigu Jian of Dongyi City, another was Ku He, the Imperial Advisor of Northern Qi, and another was Ye Liuyun of the Kingdom of Qing. The last one was also from the Kingdom of Qing, but no one knew who he was. Even with the power of the Overwatch Council, they could only vaguely sense that this Great Grandmaster was hiding in the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Qing.
Wu Zhu shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't fought him, but I do know that in the palace, the one who can most easily find me is the eunuch Hong Sixiang."
Fan Xian nodded. In his mind, given Wu Zhu's cautiousness, this old eunuch Hong must be an unfathomable figure in the palace. If even Wu Zhu was afraid of him, then perhaps Eunuch Hong's identity as a grandmaster was already on the verge of being revealed.
Given Wu Zhu's cold temperament, he could even kill Ye Liuyun, but he couldn't kill him. Naturally, he wouldn't fear any grandmaster in the world. Last time, he had attacked violently to hide his relationship with Fan Xian. This time, however, he was trying to steal the key, so his style was somewhat different.
Fan Xian thought about his recent arrangements, connecting the matter of envoys from Northern Qi and Dongyi, but he still couldn't think of a good way to establish a relationship with the head eunuch in the palace. It was also not convenient to ask his father for help, otherwise he would have to explain many things that he didn't want to explain. Suddenly, his eyes brightened. "Wan 'er should know about the palace. She lived in the palace until the beginning of this year, and only moved out at the beginning of this year. Tomorrow, I'll go see her."
Wu Zhu "looked" at him noncommittally, and said coldly, "I only want you to drag Hong Sixiang out of the palace for two hours. As for how you do it, that's your business."
Fan Xian shrugged. "Uncle, you always give me the most difficult tasks."
This was a naughty joke, and he hadn't talked to Wu Zhu for a while, so he seemed to have forgotten that Wu Zhu didn't have much of a sense of humor. Wu Zhu said seriously, "Then I'll go kill Hong Sixiang. Whether I succeed or not, I can probably stall him for six hours. You go to the palace and find the key."
Fan Xian found that he had picked up a hot meteorite and smashed it on his foot. He quickly said with the utmost respect, "It's just to steal something. It's not too risky to challenge Hong Sixiang. I'll try to get in touch with him."
After Wu Zhu left, Fan Xian remembered that he couldn't find him. If he did arrange everything in the future, how would he inform this blind uncle? Lying back on the bed, he looked at the black suitcase in a different way. If the key had to be placed in the most heavily guarded place in the palace, then there must be something very important or terrifying hidden inside the suitcase.
For example, a map of the border, a list of high-ranking spies in the Overwatch Council that his mother had created, or … a map of the Ye family's treasure?
Fan Xian could no longer sleep peacefully. He stood up and kicked the suitcase under the bed, as if he felt that it would be much safer this way.
— — —
Fan Xian calmly went to Ruoruo's room and asked her for some needles for sewing. Ruoruo couldn't dissuade him, so she took out a few small needles from the box and handed them to him. She was curious. Looking into her brother's eyes, she asked, "This is for embroidery. Is your clothes torn? You can give it to the servant girl. "
Fan Xian smiled. "It's much more complicated than sewing clothes." He thought for a moment, then said, "Don't let anyone know that I took three needles from you."
Fan Ruoruo nodded, confused.
The wedding was imminent, and Fan Manor had already begun preparations. There was something strange about Fan Xian and Lin Wan 'er's marriage, so all the rules had to be reestablished. At least, it wouldn't be like other consorts', where the royal family arranged the prince consort's mansion. After all, Lin Wan 'er's status as a princess had always been limited to the palace. If it were to be done in the capital, it would probably give rise to rumors.
The newly married mansion was next to Count Sinan's. It was just an empty garden, but Fan Xian had begun preparations for it at the beginning of the year, so it had long since been taken care of in splendor. There was a door in the back garden of the two courtyards, so the front and back manors were connected. The main entrance to Fan Xian's courtyard was on the opposite side of the street.
It had been very quiet in the past few days. The workers had stopped working long ago, and the trees and rockery had long been taken care of. They were nourished by the wind and water. Because there weren't many people around, the large courtyard seemed very quiet. No one wanted to stay there for long.
A black shadow floated by. It was Fan Xian. He had quietly come to the courtyard, holding a piece of tofu in his right hand and three silver needles between the four fingers of his left hand. He found a secluded place and carefully placed the tofu cubes between the branches of the willow tree. The tofu had become extremely tender after he had improved it, so it was placed there trembling as if it could break at any time.
Fan Xian closed his eyes and slowly increased the Tyrannical zhenqi in his dantian. It flowed through the top of his head and into the snow mountain behind his waist, forming two zhenqi channels, one large and one small. He allowed his entire body to enter a state of tranquility, without a single stray thought.
The wind rose, and Fan Xian's entire body became a gust of wind, blowing toward the center of the willow tree. With a light touch, the tips of his feet valiantly stopped his forward fall, and with a sudden sound, he used his control of his body to bounce back.
It was like a crafty fish playing with a fool's hook.
After a while, he slowly walked forward with his hands behind his back, squinting at the piece of tofu in the willow tree branch. There were three thin needles on the tofu, and they were trembling slightly. In that split second, he had inserted the needles into the tofu with incredible speed and arranged them in the shape of a triangle. Based on Fan Xian's understanding of the human body, if this technique was used to kill someone, it would certainly be very effective.
He retrieved the needles with satisfaction. Ever since Niulan Street, he had been searching for a weapon that suited him best. Wu Zhu's weapon was a stick-shaped object. Whether it was a wooden stick or a simple iron drill, in Wu Zhu's hands, it was a deadly weapon. This was the result of his realm. Fan Xian knew very well that for him, a handy weapon could save his life many times.
In fact, he very much liked the slender dagger in his boot. Whether it was in Danzhou or Niulan Street, the sharp dagger that Fei Jie had left behind had already helped him twice. However, this dagger could not be brought into certain places, such as the Royal Palace.
And Fan Xian knew that since the key was in the Royal Palace, he was afraid that, in the end, he would have to be like the swordsmen in the novels of his previous life, and break through the forbidden area. Wu Zhu's stick and words yesterday had stimulated him a little, and he had found some passion again. He looked at the three needles on his finger, reflecting the light of the rising sun, and couldn't help but frown. What kind of poison should he apply to them?
— — — —
Once he had a goal, he did things with passion. So when Fan Xian passionately entered Lin Wan 'er's boudoir on a dark night, she couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised. After all, it hadn't been that long since their last outing. After a moment of intimacy, Fan Xian pretended to casually ask about matters in the Royal Palace.
Lin Wan 'er had grown up in the Royal Palace, and was quite familiar with its people. She wasn't curious why her fiancé was suddenly interested in this. She thought that Fan Xian was worried about the rules of entering the Royal Palace to pay his respects, so she comforted him. "The concubines in the Royal Palace are all very good to me, and His Majesty doesn't like women, so it's not like the old Emperor of Northern Qi who died a few years ago, who had an endless supply of beauties. Besides Her Majesty, there are also the Great Prince's mother, Ning the Talented, the Second Prince's mother, Lady Shu, the Third Prince's mother, Yi Guipin, and a few other concubines. I don't think I need to pay my respects. "
Fan Xian thought that those concubines naturally wouldn't want to offend her mother, the Eldest Princess, who was deeply favored by the Empress Dowager and controlled the palace treasury. He shifted his body on the bed to make holding Wan 'er more comfortable. "Why is the Great Prince's mother only a talented person?" he asked curiously.
Lin Wan 'er explained, "Ning the Talented is from Dongyi. She was captured by His Majesty on his first northern expedition. I heard that on the battlefield, His Majesty was injured, and Ning the Talented took care of him day and night. So His Majesty freed her from slavery, and she entered the Royal Palace, where she gave birth to the Great Prince. But after all, she wasn't a citizen of Qing, so even though she saved the Emperor and gave birth to his eldest son, she still couldn't win the Empress Dowager's favor, so she couldn't be made Empress. Besides, she was already an imperial concubine. But ten years ago, something happened in the Royal Palace. His Majesty was furious, and he stripped her of her position, demoting her to a talented person. "
Fan Xian was slightly startled, thinking that the struggles in the Royal Palace were as complicated as he had imagined. Lin Wan 'er sighed and continued, "Fortunately, Eldest Brother's military exploits in the West are outstanding, so Ning the Talented is able to maintain her position in the Royal Palace. But now she seems to understand many things, and is quite content in the Royal Palace. In fact, I used to often go to her Royal Palace to play, but I haven't gone as often in the past two years. "
Fan Xian asked about some of the secrets of the Royal Palace, and Lin Wan 'er didn't hide anything from him. In the end, Fan Xian finally asked about the topic of the night. Very casually, he said, "I hear that the head of the eunuchs, Eunuch Hong, is very powerful in the Royal Palace."
"Yes." Lin Wan 'er was not a little tiger that night, but a kitten. She snuggled in his arms and gently rubbed her face. "Eunuch Hong has been in the Royal Palace since the founding of the country. When the previous Emperor was on the throne, he was trusted. Today, he still maintains his position as the head of the eunuchs, but he is old and doesn't care much. He basically stays in the Empress Dowager's palace."
"In the Empress Dowager's palace?" Fan Xian's heart suddenly surged with many dark historical memories.
"What is it?" Lin Wan 'er asked curiously, her two large eyes blinking.
Fan Xian pinched the tip of her cold nose and smiled. "It's nothing. It's just that if I want to have a good relationship with the Royal Palace, I have to do something about Eunuch Hong."
"That won't be necessary," Lin Wan 'er explained. "This old eunuch only walks around the Royal Palace. He doesn't care much."
Fan Xian couldn't tell the woman in his arms about his plans, so he could only smile. "Leave a message for me to see when the Royal Palace will summon me."
Lin Wan 'er was embarrassed, but she didn't forget to tease him. "I think it'll be a few days. What? Are you in a hurry? "
"Of course I'm in a hurry. With such a good daughter-in-law outside, who wouldn't be in a hurry?"
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Gradually, the second floor of the building in the Royal Palace returned to silence. Looking at his fiancée sleeping soundly in his arms, Fan Xian unconsciously sighed. There were always many other things in life, and he hoped he could handle them well.
— — —
The next day, when he went to Taichang Temple for morning attendance, Ren Shaoqing mysteriously pulled him to one side and lowered his voice. "Do you know about that matter?"
Fan Xian looked at the man's thirty or forty year old face, which still had traces of the handsomeness of the past, and played dumb. "What matter?"
Ren Shaoqing sighed. "The Office of the Grand Herald sent a message this morning, saying that they want to transfer you over there." The Office of the Grand Herald was responsible for receiving foreign guests and handling matters between countries. Fan Xian was startled. He knew that the matter the Crown Prince was talking about had begun. He cupped his hands and asked, "Sir, why do you want me to be transferred over there? I've only been at Taichang Temple for a dozen days. "
Ren Shaoqing frowned. "Does Sir Fan have any connections in the Eastern Palace?"
Fan Xian knew that he was asking about his father. He shook his head. "You know that my father rarely interacts with the palace, not even with the ministers."
"That's true." Vice minister Ren nodded. Count Sinan was famous for his stubbornness. Taking advantage of the special relationship he had with the Emperor, he didn't even pay attention to the Prime Minister in the past, and was always on equal footing with the other princes. Ren Shaoqing thought for a moment. "I heard that the Eastern Palace suggested that you participate in this negotiation."
Fan Xian didn't know how to respond, so he continued to play dumb. "What negotiation?"
"The envoy from Northern Qi is here to discuss the aftermath of the war between the vassal states of the Northern Frontier, such as the payment of money. The envoy from Dongyi is here to deal with the assassination attempt on the second son of the Prime Minister at the foot of the Cang Mountains. I heard that he brought a lot of money and beautiful women. The so-called negotiation is to see how the Imperial Court haggles with these two places. "
Ren Shao 'an was the Prime Minister's disciple, so he naturally saw Fan Xian as one of his own. He cautiously reminded him. "If this matter is handled well, it will only be the icing on the cake. In any case, the soldiers have sacrificed their lives to conquer those territories. But if it is not handled well, and we don't get the benefits that the Emperor expects, then it will be very inappropriate. As for Dongyi, this matter involves the death of the second son. If you are too weak, it will be difficult to explain yourself to the Prime Minister. But since the Imperial Court has allowed the Dongyi envoy to come, it proves that the Imperial Court doesn't want to pursue this matter too much. They only want to get some benefits. After all, Dongyi still has Sigu Jian. "
Fan Xian frowned. These matters were indeed complicated. Ren Shao 'an continued with concern. "Your identity is special. You and the Prime Minister are about to become father and son-in-law. If you try to cater to the Emperor's wishes, you will lose your father's wishes. So this is a very awkward situation. You must be careful."
Fan Xian was startled. Only then did he realize the crux of the matter. He gratefully cupped his hands in salute. "I am new to officialdom, and I don't know the intricacies of this … but this matter is a bit complicated. I am only an eighth-level functionary. Even if the Office of the Herald of Ceremonies sends me to assist, I fear that my words will carry little weight.
Ren Shao 'an shook his head and sighed. "This time you are the deputy envoy. You are at the peak of the storm. Who knows how many eyes are watching you."
"Why are they watching me?" Thinking this, Fan Xian smiled and said, "You worry too much, Sir. There should be no problem."
Indeed, Ren Shao 'an had worried too much. Although he didn't know what the Eastern Palace meant by sending him to be the deputy envoy, whether it was to rope him in or to make him lose the Emperor's wishes, Fan Xian had already made sufficient preparations. He was not afraid. In the afternoon, an official's sedan chair came to pick him up. It traveled along the bluestone path, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the sedan chair entered the Office of the Herald of Ceremonies.
The Office of the Herald of Ceremonies was equivalent to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of later generations. The Minister of the Office of the Herald of Ceremonies was equivalent to the Minister of Foreign Affairs. In his previous life, Fan Xian believed in a saying: "A weak country has no diplomacy." Now that the Kingdom of Qing was the most powerful country in the world, the Office of the Herald of Ceremonies had become a very lucrative and prestigious yamen. Surrounded by dense cypress trees, the summer heat could not penetrate the yamen at all. Fan Xian sat quietly in the quiet hall, listening to the man above him speak.
The speaker was Xin Qiwu, the vice-envoy of the Office of the Herald of Ceremonies. Northern Qi and Dongyi had come to deliver their letters of credence. To the officials of the Kingdom of Qing, who were used to being the boss, this was not a very big deal. So the vice-envoy of the Office of the Herald of Ceremonies was still sleeping at home. The person in charge of this matter was only a fourth-rank vice-envoy.
"Master Fan, this time, the court appointed you as the deputy envoy. First, it is because of your talent, and second, the matter of Northern Qi has something to do with you. It is just that you are not familiar with these matters, so there is no need to rush. Take your time." Xin Qiwu knew that the beautiful young man sitting at the very bottom had a powerful background, so he spoke very politely.
"Yes, yes. Master Fan, your poetry is famous throughout the capital. Coming to our Office of the Herald of Ceremonies to reason with those foreigners is a waste of your talent." A large group of officials looked at Fan Xian, quietly flattering him. At the same time, they were afraid that this young master would steal all the credit from the Office of the Herald of Ceremonies. They couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.
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