Teng Zijing had never imagined that the mission the count had given him would be completed so smoothly. He had thought that since Fan Xian did not have a respectable status, he would be very resistant to going to the capital and provoking the second wife. He would do everything he could to delay his stay in Danzhou. He did not expect that the young master would agree to the count's request without a care in the world.
He had known early in the morning that the Countess had decided to stay in Danzhou, but he didn't care. As long as the nameless Fan Xian followed them back to the capital, it would be fine. As for the Countess, since she liked the seaside, she would retire here. The Count had not requested that the entire manor move back to the capital.
The three black carriages were parked in front of the manor. The driver's seats were covered with blue cloth cushions. The combination of blue and black made for a beautiful sight. The entrance was already surrounded by the residents of Danzhou City. Seeing the scale of the move, they had already gathered around. After asking around, they found out that Fan Xian was returning to the capital today.
Although the residents of Danzhou Harbor had all the shortcomings of humans, such as jealousy and sharp-tongued, over the past decade, they had often seen Fan Xian strolling through the streets and shouting from the rooftops. They had always developed some feelings for him. Now that they heard that he was leaving for a prosperous place like the capital, they knew that he would most likely never return. Naturally, they felt a little sad.
A large group of people gathered at the entrance of the Count's manor, waiting for Fan Xian to step out for the last time.
But after waiting for a long time, that beautiful and perpetually smiling face was still nowhere to be seen.
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The backyard was a mess. Fan Xian smiled as he leaned against a pillar, watching a few servant girls bustle about. One girl shouted, "Toothbrush, I forgot to bring my toothbrush." This caused the servant girls to search for it for a long time.
After coming to this world, Fan Xian had not made any great inventions. He had only made his toothbrush a little more comfortable. He had changed the ponytail toothbrush favored by the people of the time into pig hair. He had also softened the pillow, replacing the hard pillow with cotton. He had also made a shower nozzle and hung it at the back of the bedroom.
There were many more, but it seemed that only a small portion of them could be brought to the capital.
After an indeterminate amount of time, when the last carriage was completely stuffed with several large bags, Fan Xian finally walked out of the manor slowly with a smile on his face, supporting the old woman.
After raising his hands to the surrounding villagers, Fan Xian was not surprised to see Sisi in the crowd with slightly red eyes. Presumably, she had cried last night.
Fan Xian made an exception today and wore a long robe. He lifted the front of his robe, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to the old lady.
After he stood up, he hugged the old granny tightly in a way that was completely out of line with the current world's etiquette. He kissed his granny's wrinkled forehead forcefully before saying softly, "Granny, think of a way to find a good husband for Sisi. At least one like Dong 'er."
All the servants in the manor pretended not to see the young master's mischievous appearance.
The Old Mistress was also shocked. She never thought that her usually calm and sensible grandson would have such a mischievous side to him. She knocked him on the forehead and scolded, "What are you doing? I will naturally take care of these matters."
His gaze swept over the familiar faces in front of him. Fan Xian smiled slightly and raised his hands in salute to everyone. "All these years, everyone has worked hard."
The servants did not dare to accept the salute and quickly moved out of the way.
The Old Mistress suddenly smiled and said, "Let's go. Don't let your father worry in the capital. As for Sisi … in the future, if you have a comfortable life in the capital, I will let her come to you."
Fan Xian was startled. Before he could say anything, he was already muddle-headed in the carriage. As the wheels rolled, the carriage slowly moved out of the city of Danzhou.
The sky was bright and beautiful. Above the blue sky, the clouds were like silk. It was exceptionally beautiful.
The carriage passed by a grocery store and passed by a tofu stall in the distance. Fan Xian lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the young woman in the tofu stall and the little girl beside her, who could already run around freely. A smile rose to the corners of his lips, and he sat back in his seat.
Under the seat was an old black leather suitcase.
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The grocery store with the worst business in Danzhou had finally closed down. The residents of the city casually said a few words, guessing that the blind owner would one day be lonely and destitute. After a few words of sympathy, they began to change the topic to Young Master Fan, who had just left the small city. The people all guessed that the Count had allowed his illegitimate son to enter the capital, and what kind of position he had arranged for him.
At that moment, Fan Xian was lying in the spacious carriage. This carriage was in the middle of the procession, and it was covered with bedding that he had prepared himself. It was very soft, and he did not feel too much of a jolt. Naturally, he had also guessed the real reason his father had allowed him to enter the capital, so he invited the leader of the group of guards, Teng Zijing, in for a chat.
Teng Zijing sat on the other side of the carriage with a sullen face. He did not know where to put his feet, afraid that he would dirty the snow-white bedding next to his feet. He felt very uncomfortable in his heart. It seemed that this young master was also a wastrel, not much better than the young masters of the capital.
Fan Xian comfortably stretched his back and narrowed his eyes. Looking at the middle-aged man, who clearly had extraordinary strength, he asked, "Teng Da, we are already very far from Danzhou. Can you tell me why father wants me to enter the capital this time?"
Teng Zijing was a little hesitant, as if there were some things that he could not say.
Fan Xian smiled, his eyes incomparably clear. He looked into Teng Zijing's eyes and said softly, "You know my background, so it is inevitable that you will be a little worried."
Teng Zijing squeezed out a smile, and replied respectfully, "Young master, you think too much. Master has brought you to the capital this time, so naturally, it is to prepare for your future."
Fan Xian waved his hand and shook his head. "There are only the two of us in the carriage. There is no need to hide anything." He suddenly laughed. "If you are not willing to tell me, who knows, I might jump out of the carriage and run away."
Teng Zijing laughed. "Young master, you like to joke."
Before he could finish, Fan Xian had already cut him off coldly. "Sometimes I do not like to joke."
Teng Zijing's heart thumped. Could it be that Fan Xian was being serious? If you really do not want to go to the capital, that is something that everyone can guess. Then why did you not object to it in front of the Countess in Danzhou? Looking at the gentle and beautiful young man in front of him, Teng Zijing increasingly felt that there was more to him than met the eye.
Fan Xian naturally would not run away. Although he knew that going to the capital would not bring him much good, these years of being a wealthy and leisurely man had long since lost the courage to roam the jianghu. To live in a desolate mountain and suffer in a broken temple was not in line with his personality.
He had come to this world to enjoy life.
And he was very willing to go to the capital to take a look, so when Count Sinan sent someone to pick him up, he did not even think about objecting. But this did not mean that he was not curious about what was hidden behind this matter.
After a long silence, Teng Zijing finally could not stand the icy silence in the carriage. "Young master," he said, "the reason why we were in such a hurry to bring you back to the capital is that Master has arranged a marriage for you."
Fan Xian looked at him for a long time before saying, "A marriage?"
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