The content of Haitang's letter was very simple. The words and sentences were not overflowing with ancient meaning. It was written in the light style of Fan Anzhi. The full text was copied below.
"Is Anzhi safe?"
"I've received the previous letter. Your country's postal route is indeed incomparably convenient. A month's journey took only ten days. Counting back, you said it was the first snow in the capital when you wrote the letter. On that day, it had already snowed a few times in Shangjing, and it didn't stop. The weather was so cold that it was tiresome. "
"I have a strange temperament. Others may easily get sleepy in spring and autumn, but I like to get sleepy in winter. It's just that the snow outside is heavy, and all the green is covered by the dull white. There are no beautiful scenery to entertain the eyes, no branches to break into rings, no flowers to get close to and smell. Although there are a few plum blossoms in the garden, the Qi Kingdom is colder this year than in the past. The few wax-red buds bloom miserably, and after being frozen by the ice and snow, they have no energy at all. I can't bring myself to admire them."
"The donkey you saw has already been sold. Don't worry, the little fellow is still helping to pull the millstone. In any case, there aren't many soybeans, and it only needs to make fifty revolutions a day. With the money from selling the donkey, I bought some bamboo charcoal. You said that if the room's ventilation isn't good, it's easy to get poisoned, so I made a chimney according to the blueprints you sent. Needless to say, the air in the room is much better. "
"The chicks have long grown up, but I'm still worried about them freezing, so I keep them in the house. Naturally, they don't smell good, but as you know, I have a servant now, so I clean and wash them every day. It's passable."
"Lord Wang came to the garden a few times and invited me to a meal. However, you said that he can't drink wine. After thinking about it, I rejected him. After all, you know that I like to watch people drink, and I especially like to watch people get drunk."
"Half a year ago, at the Pine House Restaurant, I liked the little song you sang when you were drunk. It was the verdict from Story of the Stone, Leaving Yu Qing. A few days ago, I sang it to my teacher, and he liked it very much. He said that Sister Qiao's life was pitiful, but there was something interesting about it that was worth pondering. That day, the wind and snow outside the house were very heavy, and the chill invaded the house. Teacher and I sat across from each other, drinking tea and laughing as we talked about the affairs of the ruler. I don't know why, but I thought of the days I spent with you in Shangjing a few months ago. It was clean and natural, and the feeling was extremely beautiful. It was as if I saw you, that bright moon, that small temple, that ridge of fields, and you ran out of the ridge in a sorry state. "
"Right, there's a piece of news that shocked me. I heard that Lord Xiao En's remains were discovered in the cliffs of the Western Mountains. Although he's already been buried, I thought about how you once traveled north with this old man, so I wanted to tell you so that you can rest at ease."
When Fan Xian saw this, he only felt that it was a little strange. It seemed that there were many hidden meanings in the village girl's words, but he was so shocked by his brother's pitiful life that he laughed in spite of himself and didn't notice. Immediately after, he was pleasantly surprised by Haitang's words. Was she really willing to pass on the Heart of Tianyi Dao to him?
Thus, he still hadn't guessed the true message that Haitang wanted to pass on, but he thought about it again. Finally, from the finding of Xiao En's body, Ku He talking about him, and guessing riddles, he smelled an inauspicious feeling.
Especially that line, "Sister Qiao's life was pitiful, but it was interesting!"
He furrowed his brows and read it again. Finally, his gaze fell on the line "bright moon, small temple, and ridge of fields". The appearance of this line was rather abrupt and did not fit in with the rest of the text. This line was talking about the most embarrassing scene of Fan Xian's life. After he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, he tossed and turned, pulling up his pants and running out of the small temple. At that time, frogs croaked and the field was wet.
This … should be what Haitang wanted to tell him.
"Running out of the field from the ridge of fields?"
Fan Xian furrowed his brows, and a thought flashed through his mind. He put aside the three useless words about drinking in front of the bright moon temple and only looked at the last line. For Fan Xian, this kind of riddle seemed very simple. Running out of the field, it was naturally an ancient character.
No, it was the character Ye!
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The leaf of the lotus leaf, the leaf of the lotus leaf … Ye Qingmei's leaf!
Fan Xian's face was full of shock. His fingers holding the letter trembled slightly. Thinking of the secret words in the letter and his past, he immediately understood what Haitang wanted to tell him.
Ku He knew he was a descendant of the Ye family!
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He took a deep breath and rubbed his stiff cheeks, forcing himself to calm down. He didn't want this sudden news to throw his heart into chaos.
The meaning in Haitang's letter was very clear. Since she had secretly sent him the message, it meant that Ku He, who had already grasped the mystery of his past, already had a plan to release this information. That was why she was in such a rush to tell him and let him plan early.
At this moment, there was no time to guess where the Great Grandmaster had gotten the ability to determine his relationship with the Ye family. The first question in front of Fan Xian was how he should face the upcoming situation.
Judging from the time, when Northern Qi released the news that he was a descendant of the Ye family, the rumors would grow wings and fly. At most, they would be a few days slower than the Overwatch Council's intelligence network. At the latest, within 10 days, presumably, the streets and alleys of Jingdou would begin to spread this news. Everyone would open their mouths wide behind his back to express their shock.
Logically speaking, no one would be able to obtain any concrete evidence. No one could prove that Fan Xian was a descendant of the Ye family. At most, Northern Qi would just release a few rumors. But, Fan Xian knew that rumors had great destructive power. Once something happened, people would purposely and extremely dig up some of the oddities after he entered the capital because of this rumor and gradually believe this truth.
Furthermore, this was the truth.
The human heart was a wondrous thing. Before someone thought of something, they would not connect Fan Xian to the Ye family for no reason. But, once someone started it, this seed of suspicion would be planted in the heart and gradually take root and sprout. It would take over everything in the heart and turn a rumor into a universally acknowledged knowledge. It was just that no one dared to say it out loud.
As for those people in the past, those in the Palace, and those who had conflicts of interest with him … the fact that he was a descendant of the Ye family would certainly make them suddenly see the light. They would be the ones who believed this the most.
Only, he didn't know how his past would be used by the other party.
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Fan Xian's lips were a bit dry. He turned around and picked up the teapot on the table and gulped down two mouthfuls. The tea had been added by Shi Chanli later, so it was a bit hot. It made him shiver. After a moment of shock, he viciously threw the teapot to the ground and cursed a few times.
With a bang, the porcelain teapot fell to the ground and shattered. Porcelain shards flew in all directions.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought about the day when his mysterious past would be exposed by someone. Furthermore, regarding this half of the Ye family, he was filled with anticipation. There would come a day when he would loudly say in front of the entire world that he was Ye Qingmei's son.
But, it shouldn't be like this.
Before Fan Xian had any time to prepare his thoughts or take action, this shocking news would spread throughout Jingdou and bring him unpredictable danger and powerful shock. No one would know what would happen. Fan Xian hated this feeling of being passive. He was also slightly afraid that, for the first time, the situation had completely left his control.
That was why he felt helpless and angry.
His feet stepped over the broken porcelain shards and walked with a wooden expression to the open glass window. Looking at the cold snow and north wind outside, he was silent for a long time. He didn't know how many times he took a deep breath before he finally calmed down and began to prepare to face this sudden situation.
At this moment, the servant girls who had heard the noise in his room hurried over. They were frightened by his unsightly expression and didn't dare to enter the room to tidy up.
Fan Xian shook his head and waved his hand to signal for the servant girls to leave. He picked up the stack of letters again and prepared to destroy them all. As usual, he clasped his hands together and wanted to crush the letters into powder. Unexpectedly, the letters were rolled up, but they did not break.
He was slightly startled, and a bitter smile rose to the corner of his lips. Haitang's letter had shocked him so much that he had forgotten the pitiful state of having no zhenqi in his body.
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Going around the winding corridor, he came to the quietest room in the manor. Fan Xian didn't knock on the door. He pushed it open and entered. Although he had no zhenqi, he had brute force. The doorpost gave a crisp crack and broke.
Fei Jie, who was carefully mixing pills in the room, raised his somewhat tired face and looked at his student. He coughed and said, "What happened? Why are you so flustered?"
Fan Xian looked at his teacher and said directly, "Sir, something big is going to happen."
Fei Jie was startled. What could have caused this little monster to be so flustered? After Fan Xian told him the news that Haitang had risked her life to send, Fei Jie also immediately panicked. He rubbed his powder-covered hands and tangled his messy hair. He couldn't say anything for a while.
Fan Xian looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh to himself. He knew that coming to find his teacher in a moment of desperation was not a good idea. Fei Jie was a grandmaster when it came to refining poison to kill people, but when it came to making decisions and scheming against the enemy, that was not his strong point.
"I'll go down the mountain immediately."
"I'll go down the mountain immediately."
Master and disciple spoke at the same time. They looked at each other and immediately understood what the other meant. Fei Jie narrowed his brown eyes, which were full of murderous intent. "I'll go to Chen Garden. You go find the Minister. We'll split up."
Yes, when the situation developed like this, master and disciple thought of the two old foxes in the capital at the same time. Fan Xian bowed with a headache and turned to order his subordinates to arrange a carriage.
Just as he was about to leave, Fei Jie suddenly said, "Don't be afraid."
Fan Xian turned his head in shock.
Fei Jie's voice was sharp. With a not-quite-there smile, he said sinisterly, "Don't be afraid, kid. What happened a dozen years ago will not happen again. Master and disciple can poison tens of thousands of people to death and then kill our way out of the capital. Who can stop us?"
Fan Xian shivered. His teacher was indeed looking out for him, but he was afraid that he was not as ruthless as him.
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There was no time to say anything to the girls in the manor. They only said goodbye to Sisi, who was embroidering. Fan Xian and Fei Jie split up into two carriages and followed the difficult snowy mountain road down Cang Mountain. Along the way, the wheels of the carriage crushed countless pieces of ice and rolled up a few threads of cold mud.
The guards in charge of protection were split into two groups. Half of the swordsmen of the Sixth Bureau followed these two people down the mountain. Gao Da and the Tiger Guards were carefully left on the mountain by Fan Xian.
In the evening, the carriage Fei Jie was in entered the manor on the outskirts of the capital, which was even more magnificent and noble than the royal palace under tight security.
"Old Fei?" The old servant guarding the door saw Sir Fei disembark from the carriage with a cold expression. He couldn't help but feel confused. He wasn't sure what had happened.
In a short while, the garden was brightly lit. Fei Jie and Chen Pingping in the wheelchair walked out of the garden gate with serious expressions. Under the protection of the attendants, they climbed into the carriage.
"Entering the Palace," Chen Pingping said coldly. Chen Pingping said coldly. However, as soon as he finished speaking, his expression immediately softened and he said softly, "And here I was wondering how important the matter was for the two of you to be so flustered."
Fei Jie rubbed his hands together in shock. "If this isn't a big thing, then what is?"
Chen Pingping gently stroked the smooth handles of the wheelchair and laughed mockingly. "You old man, you're soaking in medicine every day. It's one thing if you don't understand at once, but Fan Xian disappoints me greatly. As long as you pay a little attention, you'll know that this matter is not a problem. Never mind, child. This matter has been suppressed in his heart for too long. Now that it has been exposed by someone, it's inevitable that he will feel some fear. "
The carriage rattled toward Jingdou. In a short while, it passed through the city gates. The gates were not yet closed. Of course, even if they were closed, if the Director of the Overwatch Council wanted to enter the capital, even the Qin family of the Jingdou garrison would not dare to stop him.
When the carriage was about to reach the Royal Palace, Chen Pingping opened his eyes and lightly said, "This is not a bad thing. It is a good thing."
Fei Jie shook his head. "I don't care. I'm going to go to the Council and have the people of the Eighth Bureau prepare."
The sound of keys being unlocked came from the palace gates. Chen Pingping had the exclusive right to enter the palace at any time. His position was extraordinary. The old man tilted his head to listen to the familiar voice. Without expression, he said, "After the news reaches Jingdou, have them suppress it for a few days. At least this kind of superficial effort has to be put on for people to see. As for Fan Xian's past … there will come a day when it will be revealed. Now is the best time. "
In the study of Fan Manor, the Minister of Revenue of the Qing Kingdom, Fan Jian, was sipping on a sour berry as he looked at Fan Xian in front of him. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "Finally, seeing you so anxious, I always thought your heart was made of ice."
Fan Xian smiled bitterly. "Father, at this time, why are you still joking? When the news reaches Jingdou, what exactly should we do?" He looked into his father's eyes and was silent for a moment. Faintly, he said, "Since this matter has been hidden from the world for so many years, presumably there is someone who does not want me to appear."
Fan Jian looked at his son with clear eyes and quietly said, "But the reality is that you have already appeared, and appeared very beautifully. In the end, your relationship with the Ye family cannot be hidden forever. If you want to choose a time to expose it, I believe that now … is the best time. "
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