Hearing him call out her name so easily, the female bandit Sister Guan was startled. Her gaze was like a knife cutting into Fan Xian. Her left hand tightly clutched the wound on her broken hand. Viciously, she said, "Today, I fell into your hands. I wonder what your name is."
Fan Xian sat on the chair and picked at his ear as if he did not feel the other party's venomous gaze. He smiled and said, "I am the master, and you are the thief. What right do you have to ask about my background?"
Guan Wumei felt an unbearable throbbing pain in her right hand. Looking at her broken wrist, her face paled. She knew she had bumped into an iron plate today. Still clenching her teeth, she said, "Please tell me the truth."
Fan Xian glanced at her with amusement. He felt this matter was truly absurd. His group had only been delayed by something. He had not expected the ship to be so fragrant. In just one day, it had attracted a famous female bandit in Yingzhou. After the female bandit in front of him had been captured, not only was she not afraid, but she had asked him to tell her the way.
"Tell what way?" Fan Xian dipped his finger in some cold tea and carefully smeared it between his brows. Raising his eyebrows, he said, "The way of the sun, the way of the human, and the way of the ghost?"
The curtain behind him moved slightly. Wearing a large cotton jacket, Sisi rubbed her sore eyes and walked out in a daze. Muttering, she said, "Young master, why did you get up?" She was dazzled by the light in the hall, and it took her a while to clearly see the scene in the hall. When her gaze fell on Sister Guan's severed hand, she couldn't help but scream at the horrifying bloody scene.
Halfway through her scream, Fan Xian had already covered her mouth with his hand and laughed mockingly. "You want to wake up everyone in Yingzhou?"
From Danzhou to Jingdou, the bloodiest scene Sisi had seen was when the second young master of the Fan family, Brother Sizhe, had been attacked. She had never seen a broken hand or a broken leg. She was so shocked that her entire body trembled and couldn't calm down for a moment. Fan Xian pinched her waist and said, "Go back to sleep. We have business to do."
Sisi couldn't resist glancing at Guan Wumei again. She made a sound of acknowledgment and turned to return to the room.
"Is he awake?"
"No," Sisi continued. "Mr. Shi doesn't seem to be awake either."
"Once Xiao Shi sleeps, he sleeps like a pig. Back then, when I made a ruckus … that place, he only knew to hug the flower girl to sleep. How would he know what was happening outside?"
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At this moment, Guan Wumei was in so much pain that the corners of her mouth were twitching, and her face had turned green. However, her ears had clearly heard the conversation between the young man and his servant girl, and she felt increasingly strange and astonished. Who exactly were these people on this ship? After being attacked by the mountain bandits at night, he was still so calm and composed, and even had the leisure to chat. If it wasn't because he was extremely confident, then he was a little stupid. Of course, she now believed that the former was more likely, but she didn't know how he would deal with them.
In a quiet voice, he said, "Guan Wumei, from Ezhou in the Jiangbei Road. Her father was Guan Heshan, and her mother was Xia. She lived in poverty as a child and was sold into a brothel. Later, she changed hands and became the concubine of a master in Ezhou. Because she could not bear the humiliation of her mistress, she killed someone in anger. She was imprisoned and strangely escaped. Later, she became the wife of a mountain stronghold. Later, the stronghold was destroyed.
Guan Wumei was incomparably shocked, and it was as if she had even forgotten about the pain of losing her hand. How did this young man know so much about her background? Could it be that he had specially set up this trap to capture her? She said in a hoarse voice, "Who the hell are you? How do I know so clearly? "
Fan Xian shook his head and said, "I have a good memory, but this information is not very clear because you are not an important figure."
Guan Wumei's life was strange. She could be considered a famous fierce bandit on the Yangtze River. Unexpectedly, she had been captured without the power to retaliate. Furthermore, the other party's words showed disdain toward her. This reality made her feel a glimmer of humiliation. Yet, the tone of the young man sitting in the chair and the temperament he exuded made her admit that he truly did not think much of her.
"Since you know who I am, then you should have guessed that there is someone behind me … unless you kill us all, you can forget about getting away with this." Guan Wumei, in her pain, began to foolishly threaten him, hoping that when he dealt with her and her people, he would show some mercy.
The cruel reality shattered her fantasy. Fan Xian smiled and said, "What you say is exactly what I want to do."
Guan Wumei was stunned. She suddenly felt an endless chill surge up her back and abruptly turned her head.
The sound of countless knives slicing through throats rang out. It was very unpleasant to hear. It was like the kitchen in the back of Yishi Tavern was slaughtering countless old hens at the same time.
The dozen or so bandits who had followed Guan Wumei onto the boat had their throats slit by Fan Xian's personal guards. After confirming that they were dead, they were thrown into the river. Their actions were simple and professional. Not even a drop of blood landed on the deck. The sound of the river water rang out. A moment later, it became calm again. The corpses and blood were all absorbed into the forgiving current.
He had killed a dozen people in a row without batting an eye. What a ruthless move!
Guan Wumei's gaze finally became fearful. Looking at the other party's style of attack, she knew that he was used to doing this kind of thing. Turning her head, she saw that the young man had taken back the hand gesture from which he had given the order. Involuntarily, she said in a trembling voice, "Don't kill me … kekekeke …"
Her teeth continuously chattered and made a strange sound. She swallowed hard and forced herself to calm down. Since the other party had not killed her at the same time, it meant that she still had a chance to live.
"Please give my leader some face." Guan Wumei knelt on the ground in terror and begged Fan Xian for mercy.
"Your leader?"
Once Guan Wumei thought of the young master's power, a glimmer of hope immediately rose in her heart. "Looking at the way your subordinates do things, they have a martial style. Presumably, you are also a kindred spirit. My leader is the leader of the Jiangnan water bandits. He has hundreds of ships under his command and countless capable people. If you want to come to Jiangnan to do great things, you will certainly feel like old friends at first sight and have a pleasant conversation with my leader. "
Fan Xian did not pay attention to the inappropriate choice of words in this female bandit's words. He could hear that she was clearly begging for mercy, but in reality, she was using the so-called leader of the Jiangnan water bandits to threaten him. He couldn't help smiling and shaking his head, thinking that this trip to Jiangnan was truly interesting.
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"Leader?" he said warmly. "You are talking about the Seventh Ming master, right? The Seventh young master of the Ming family, the Seventh young master who has never truly entered the family. I heard that this young master's birth mother died many years ago. After the old Ming master passed away, the eldest young master, who took over the family business, sent people everywhere to kill this illegitimate child who brought shame to the family. In reality, it was because the old Ming master had willed too many benefits to this Seventh young master. The Seventh young master of the Ming family had nowhere to hide, so he simply threw himself into the underworld. He hid his name and changed his name. He stopped being impatient and used patience to secretly kill people. After five or six years, he finally made a name for himself. "
"The great leader of the Jiangnan water bandits, Xia Qifei … the pitiful illegitimate child of the past … how did he end up like this?" Fan Xian furrowed his brows slightly. It seemed that this figure of some status in Jiangnan was far from what he had imagined. "He actually had his subordinates go around stealing silver. His methods are too underhanded. Has he been short of silver recently?"
Jiangnan had always been rich and populous. Later, the palace treasury was built there, creating countless rich people. Other than the salt merchants and sea merchants, the two most famous families were the Cui family and the Ming family. These two families had been related by marriage for generations and had climbed the Eldest Princess's path. No one knew how much money they had made by relying on the palace treasury. The Cui family was responsible for the palace treasury's smuggling routes to the North. According to the Overwatch Council's investigation, the Ming family should be responsible for the palace treasury's smuggling to Dongyi, as well as the overseas business.
Fan Xian had come to Jiangnan to take over the palace treasury. Now that the Cui family had fallen, the first thing he had to do was shock the Ming family. Before he left the capital, he had done his homework. He had talked through the night with Sir Yan junior and had long decided on a strategy.
As he spoke slowly, Guan Wumei, who was kneeling on the ground, was truly scared to death. Ever since her young master had been chased out of the Ming family, he had been trying to take back his property all these years. However, his true identity was a secret. The leaders of the Jiangnan water bandits had no idea that their master was the descendant of a powerful family. The rich merchants of the Ming family were also kept in the dark. They even had some business dealings with the Jiangnan water bandits that could not see the light of day.
Other than herself, who knew this secret because she had a relationship with the Seventh Ming that outsiders did not know, Guan Wumei did not believe that anyone else knew the true identity of the current head of the Jiangnan water bandits, Xia Qifei. Who would have thought that this young man would reveal it so readily?
Fan Xian suddenly thought of something and smiled happily. "I understand now. The Cui family has fallen. Although the Ming family is heartbroken, they are even happier to be able to take over the Cui family's share. Presumably, the Seventh Ming will not miss the opportunity to enter the business world and oppose the Ming family. In March, the palace treasury will have to put up new bidding documents. The Jiangnan water bandits want to wash clean, the Seventh Ming wants revenge, and the Seventh Ming wants to steal the palace treasury's marketing documents. All of this requires money. No wonder he is in such a hurry. "
Guan Wumei looked at Fan Xian with great fear. She wondered who this weak-looking young man was and how could he know so many things? The matter of the palace treasury was a secret of the court, yet she had guessed her young master's true thoughts in a moment. Looking at the warm smile hanging from the corners of Fan Xian's lips, her body was frozen and unable to move.
"The Seventh Ming's table manners are not very good. A few hundred liang of silver is not too little." Fan Xian sighed. Before coming to Jiangnan, he had been curious about the Seventh Ming that the Overwatch Council had secretly investigated. After all, his background seemed to be similar to his own. Now that he found that his methods were not very clever, he couldn't help feeling disappointed.
He sighed to himself and lowered his head. Only then did he notice that Guan Wumei had already lowered her head and was speechless. He smiled apologetically and said, "Sometimes, I like to talk to myself. Don't worry, I'll help you stop the bleeding in a moment."
Guan Wumei asked, "Why didn't you kill me?"
Fan Xian thought for a moment and then said, "I am not someone who likes to kill people. Besides, I still need to discuss business with your young master. If I killed his cousin, I was afraid he would be too hot-blooded and not rational enough to harm the business between us."
Guan Wumei was already numb with shock. Since he could find out the young master's true identity, he could also find out her relationship with him. However, he said … business? She hoped to be reborn and said with difficulty, "Sir, my leader is downstream."
At this moment, she guessed that Fan Xian might also be the representative of some large power in Jingdou, which was why he had so many ace guards and knew so many secrets. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Tonight, we are in the wrong. In the future, we will definitely send an apology gift."
Hearing the words at the beginning, she had thought that he would let her go. Unexpectedly, the young master sank into deep thought and didn't speak for a moment. She couldn't help but say in despair, "Sir, we are all walking the jianghu. You have already killed a dozen of my subordinates. Is that not enough to quell your anger?"
"Jianghu? Does this world really have jianghu? " Fan Xian smiled slightly. "Furthermore, killing is not to quell anger. It is just a way of handling affairs. I will not let you leave this ship, at least not before I need you to leave. I don't want you to let your mouth slip and reveal your identity and bring unnecessary trouble to Jiangnan."
Guan Wumei didn't understand his words, but she could at least hear the powerful confidence in them. In her despair, she said in a hoarse voice, "The matters of the jianghu are the matters of the jianghu. What exactly do you want to do?"
The cabin was completely silent. After a moment, Fan Xian smiled lightly and said, "You misunderstand. I am not a jianghu person." He propped up his chin and looked with interest at Guan Wumei's pale face. "I don't have the time to pay attention to a place like the jianghu that fights and boisterous fights."
Guan Wumei felt that he was becoming more and more mysterious and couldn't resist asking, "You … you … who exactly are you?"
"Me?" Fan Xian thought about it seriously. "I am a useless second-generation young master who is sitting around eating and waiting to die. Of course, I could also be the biggest second-generation young master in Qing Kingdom."
Thinking of the guesses her group had made before they boarded the ship, Guan Wumei almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You are a thief." Fan Xian stared into her eyes and said each word clearly. "And I am a thief. Since you have boarded my pirate ship, of course, as the master, I have to take good care of you. Of course, your seventh young master will also board my pirate ship soon, and he can forget about leaving it for the rest of his life."
Guan Wumei finally understood that he did not want to do business with the seventh young master. He wanted to subdue him for his own use. She cursed hatefully, "Wishful thinking! You … are only fit to … err … err … wipe my young master's boots! "
Fan Xian was not angry. He chuckled and left the chair. He took out a golden needle and pricked it a few times between her elbows to help her stop the bleeding. He wanted to say something but suddenly felt there was no need. He thought to himself, Your seventh young master will probably sincerely want to wipe my shoes in a few days. I just hope you won't be too surprised when the time comes.
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After everything was taken care of, the sailors who had been on the lower deck came up to the deck. They lifted large buckets from the river and washed away the spots of blood. Although only Guan Wumei had spilled blood on the ship, there was too much blood from her broken hand. It took some effort.
After cleaning, the night wind rose again. Everyone yawned and went back to sleep. The ship recovered its calm as if nothing had happened earlier.
"Go to sleep. There will be people on duty in the second half of the night," Fan Xian said as he glanced at Gao Da. According to the rules of the Qing Kingdom, personal guards were always divided into two shifts. However, Fan Xian had forcefully changed it to three shifts. Although there were fewer people in each shift, he believed that the capitalists of that world must have their reasons for dividing workers into three shifts. Thinking about it, efficiency was guaranteed.
Lifting up the thick curtains, he walked along the corridors between the two cabins until he reached the end. Fan Xian stopped and turned his head to glance at Shi Chanli's room. The scholar was indeed sleeping soundly. Su Wenmao had long woken up and was standing guard at the door with a face full of exhaustion. It was late at night, so the two of them did not say anything.
Walking to the opposite side of his room, Fan Xian said something to the Tiger Guard standing guard at the door. He then gently pushed open the door and entered. He walked directly to the side of the bed and sat down. Looking at the little boy in the blankets, he was speechless for a long time.
The Third Prince's features were regular. At such a young age, he had a delicate and pretty appearance. However, Fan Xian knew that this kid was much stronger than his true age. The boat rocked gently. He pulled up the blankets on the bed to cover the other's shoulders. The wind on the river was cold. It would not be good if he froze.
At this moment, the Third Prince's tightly shut eyes moved slightly.
Fan Xian laughed soundlessly. The child had probably woken up a long time ago and was just pretending to be asleep. He immediately thought of the fact that a child of eight or nine was even more awake than Shi Chanli. The burden on his heart was probably not enough. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh faintly in his heart. Living in a royal family, it was indeed easy for those filth and power schemes to raise freaks. Sometimes, the little boy was hateful, but he was not necessarily pitiful.
He couldn't be bothered to expose the little tricks of a child. However, he occasionally lost focus and thought of the matter that Wan'er had reminded him of. In his heart, he had a completely different idea. However, he could not make up his mind right now.
The shopkeepers of Qingyu Hall were not on the southbound boat. Since Fan Xian had secretly come to Jiangnan to visit his family in the direction of Danzhou, he had done it very effectively. In the middle of the Wei River, the fake commissioner had already led the group of carriages east. Along the way, there were Black Knights protecting them. They also led the shopkeepers. Presumably, everyone in court would think that he was in that group of carriages. No one would think that he had already arrived at the intersection of the Wei River and the Great River.
Although they were going by water and could not have the Black Knights provide the fastest and most powerful support, Fan Xian was not worried about the problem of safety. There were seven Tiger Guards on the boat and swordsmen from the Sixth Bureau. With so many aces and assassins gathered on one boat, unless a Great Grandmaster personally came, no one in this world would be able to touch a finger of his.
His warm palm gently patted the back of the Third Prince, but his face was looking to the other side. It seemed that he was lost in thought. Currently, the most valuable person on the boat was actually this prince. With such a protective talisman at his side, even if he wanted to use his special authority to move the provincial army, it seemed that he would be able to find a good reason.
The current scene was actually somewhat against the rules, but Fan Xian had always been a daring person and had no fear of the dignity of the royal family. Reluctantly bringing the Third Prince along as a student was already giving the Emperor and Yi Guipin enough face.
After confirming that everything was normal, Guan Wumei, with a broken arm, was escorted into a simple cell on the lower level. Only then did Fan Xian completely relax. Rubbing his slightly swollen temples, he returned to his own bedroom. Raising his eyes, he saw Sisi half leaning against the side of the bed sleepily. She had one hand supporting her chin. Her entire body swayed left and right with the gentle rocking of the boat. The girl was interesting. She just couldn't fall down like this.
Fan Xian chuckled. He knew that she would wait for him to rest first before she was willing to sleep. He didn't dare make too much noise and tiptoed over. One hand went under Sisi's armpit and the other wrapped around the crook of her leg. The girl was wearing a large, half-worn robe and was very round. It was like he was holding a large, hairy bear.
Carefully moving Sisi onto the bed, he didn't want to disturb her dream. Unexpectedly, she still opened her eyes and woke up. The haziness in her eyes disappeared in an instant. Forcing herself to sit up, she smiled and said, "I'll make blankets for the young master."
Fan Xian quietly scolded with a smile, "You already slept earlier. Why are you making blankets? You're all sleepy and confused. Hurry up and go to sleep. "
Sisi covered her mouth and smiled. "The blankets are cold again. When you were little, the young master didn't like to crawl into a cold blanket. Didn't you always let me warm it first?"
Hearing these words, Fan Xian was slightly startled. Looking at the girl in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the days the two of them had spent in the old manor in Danzhou. In a flash, two years had passed. He had been busy fighting for power, getting married, and going on diplomatic missions. Intentionally or unintentionally, he and Sisi had grown distant. Fortunately, Sisi was still so considerate toward him. Involuntarily, a faint warmth welled up in his heart. He smiled and said, "Are you going to warm my bed today?"
These words were a bit frivolous, but both manors knew that Sisi would one day open her face and enter a room as a senior servant. She had long prepared herself mentally. Suddenly hearing these words, her face blushed slightly. However, she didn't reply as refreshingly as she usually did. She only took off her outer robe and shrunk into the blankets.
Shrunk into the young master's blankets, only leaving a head of black hair exposed outside the snow-white blankets. It was incomparably alluring.
Fan Xian was slightly startled. A moment later, he took off his clothes and crawled into the blankets. When the two of them were in Danzhou, they had grown up together. They had often laid in the same bed and fooled around in the same blankets. Other than that last moment, they had long done all the intimate things they were tired of doing.
The lights in the cabin were not extinguished. Fan Xian embraced his senior servant from behind. His arms circled in front of her body and held her slightly cold hands. His chest pressed against her back. Listening to her breaths in front of him, he unconsciously held her tighter.
"I'm 20, young master," Sisi gently bit her lower lip as she spoke.
Sisi gently bit her lower lip as she spoke. Her words were filled with grievance and bitterness.
Fan Xian didn't say anything. Smelling the faint fragrance coming from Sisi's head and feeling the bouncy body in his arms, he very easily brought his mind back to the circumstances of his time in Danzhou. His entire person felt incomparably relaxed and at ease.
(Why do I feel like this chapter is a bit too pretentious? Fan Xian really is a hypocritical and pretentious pervert. I want to correct his unhealthy tendencies. On a pirate ship, there is a thief in the heart. There is no need to break it. Only when everyone is good will it be good.)
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