(Last night, my son actually jumped to the second place. I really can't stand it … I sincerely thank everyone for your votes. Although I don't know how many days I'll be happy, I'll at least be glorious. My face is shining. I forgot to wish everyone a happy holiday yesterday. I'll make it up to you all today. Also: I've put Dun Huai's comments on the public page. Everyone can take a look. I really like his words.)
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After returning to the capital for a month, Fan Xian smelled something very clearly and understood some things. The most important was, of course, the words the Second Prince had once said to him in private. He had to admit that Second Brother's analysis and judgment were very accurate. If the situation continued to develop like this, his situation would become extremely awkward and unclear.
Although the Qing Kingdom's silent and deeply popular Emperor had coldly and mercilessly provoked his sons to fight each other in the past few years, the Qing Kingdom's Emperor, who was silent and deeply popular among the people, had been very coldly provoking his sons to fight each other. But this kind of fighting had to be controlled to a certain extent. Although he was cold and valiant, he was not a pervert. As long as he was not a pervert, he would not watch his sons kill each other.
The Second Prince of the past and the current Fan Xian were actually just whetstones the Emperor used to sharpen the Crown Prince. If the Crown Prince, this newly forged sword, broke on these two whetstones, presumably the Emperor would not hesitate to replace him. The competition between A and B had always been this intense.
The Crown Prince's current performance was not bad. Although he didn't have many opportunities to display his brilliance and heat, and his blade was sealed in its sheath, never to see the light of day, this Crown Prince was clearly not a weakling. It was just that the opportunities to shine in the past had all been snatched away by his brothers. If the sword was kept in its sheath, the Emperor would be at ease because the Crown Prince's choice was smart enough and had the wisdom of forbearance.
The Emperor had been watching all of this coldly the entire time. He wanted to clearly see his sons' hearts, so he had always given the Crown Prince many chances and enough time. If the Crown Prince continued to wait calmly like this, the Emperor might not make any major changes.
For Fan Xian, not changing was something he could not accept. Many years later, once the Crown Prince took the throne and the empress became the empress dowager, what would Fan Xian do? Just as the Second Disciple said, the one who should be anxious right now should be Fan Xian.
However, the Emperor would not allow Fan Xian to do anything too out of line. Although Fan Xian still didn't understand why the Emperor would remain silent, he suddenly thought of something. He didn't remember if it was something Chen Pingping, his father, or his father-in-law had once said, but it was something very important.
The Emperor was suspicious and sensitive, but … the Emperor wanted too much. He wanted to unify the world. He wanted to obtain the most glorious name in history.
However, if he wanted to continue to be glorious, the Qing Emperor had to care about history's evaluation of him. If he changed the Crown Prince, this matter would be recorded in the history books as a test of his virtue and ability. If his sons killed each other, it would leave a thick and heavy mark.
Fan Xian put down the teacup in his hand and sucked in a cold breath. He finally understood the reason for the Emperor's silence. The Emperor still hoped that the matter of the fight for the throne could be resolved peacefully and that the Qing Kingdom could be passed on in a gentle manner.
As emperors, there were only two things they desired. One was territory, and the other was eternal fame.
The Emperor refused to give up on either of them.
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A glimmer of a cold smile flashed through the corners of Fan Xian's eyes. He said to himself, "Throwing his sons into the jungle to be educated, and then, in the end, he wants to twist his sons, who have already become bloodthirsty beasts, back onto the path of humanity. This Emperor's thinking is a bit too beautiful."
The struggle for imperial power gradually eased under the Emperor's powerful suppression and secret declaration. Fan Xian would not allow the situation to continue like this. He had to force the Emperor to make up his mind earlier.
When he was in Jiangnan, Fan Xian had already guessed that the old man in Chen Garden had the same thoughts as him. He was also using all kinds of methods to influence the Emperor's thoughts, trying to make the Emperor make up his mind earlier.
However, what he didn't know was that Chen Pingping had skillfully woven a large net, including the true cause of Great Master San Shi's death and the relationship between the Junshang Conference and the Eldest Princess. All these heavy bombs had not been able to make the Emperor truly make up his mind to resolve these matters.
Thus, Chen Pingping had chosen the most ruthless move. This move had been used by Fan Xian without Chen Pingping's knowledge.
An old man and a young man worked hard together for the same goal. They planned quietly and wanted to play with the Qing Emperor's emotions and use the Emperor's paranoia and jealousy hidden in the depths of his heart to achieve the goal they wanted. In this world, there were not many people like Chen Pingping and Fan Xian who understood the Qing Emperor's heart. There were even fewer people who dared to plot and provoke the Qing Emperor's emotions. When it came down to it, it only showed that the leaders of the Overwatch Council were all ruthless and shameless people who did not care about their lives.
However, Chen Pingping's goal was far from just having the Crown Prince step down. On this point, he thought further than Fan Xian and his intentions were wilder.
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The first month was about to end. Fan Xian's trip back to the capital was also about to end. His subordinates were all preparing for their return to Jiangnan. He made the best use of the remaining time to keep his father and Chen Pingping company for a few days. These two elders were getting on in years. He was often in Jiangnan and was unable to fulfill his filial duties. He truly felt apologetic.
Da Bao had gone from Danzhou to Hangzhou and then to Wuzhou. After spending a new year with Prime Minister Lin, he had also returned to Jingdou. Fan Xian had to accompany his brother-in-law for a good stroll through Jingdou. Big Dumb and Little Dumb were having a good time. However, time was tight, so it was hard to avoid a sense of panic.
Amidst this meticulously arranged and tight schedule, Fan Sizhe followed the second group Deng Zi Yue had left behind and once again headed North. The Chamber of Commerce traveling in the North needed this talented youth to manage. It was never good to leave Shangjing for too long. Ever since Fan Xian had confirmed that matter, his feelings toward the North had sunk into some kind of dilemma. Although he was more confident about his brother and sister's safety in the North, he unconsciously wanted to avoid something. Thus, he did not have Sizhe bring a secret letter to the Northern Qi Emperor.
The other people in the Qinian Unit also began to busy themselves. Hong Changqing took Fan Xian's order and went to Jiangnan ahead of time. This was a very important matter. Fan Xian told him to inform Su Wenmao to get ready. Before the matter in the Palace exploded and the news reached Jiangnan, they had to create a perfect time difference to swallow the entire Ming family.
Mu Tie and Mu Feng 'er of the First Bureau were also busy with official matters in Jingdou and could not follow by Fan Xian's side at all times. Sir Yan junior was busy in the Overwatch Council coordinating daily affairs and avoiding the marriage introductions of the noble ladies in Jingdou. He was miserable beyond words. For a moment, Fan Xian's only capable confidant was Wang Qinian, the old man.
Fan Xian was eating with Da Bao in Wang Qinian's garden when he suddenly thought of the pitiful Yan Bingyun and the words the Great wangfei had quietly said to him that day in Prince Heqing's manor. He couldn't help but shake his head.
If Yan Bingyun truly wanted to marry the young lady of the Shen family, it would truly be a difficult matter. First, this matter needed the Emperor's approval in the Palace. Secondly, the young lady of the Shen family needed a suitable identity. The Great wangfei was a good friend of the young lady of the Shen family when they were in Shangjing, so she handed this troublesome matter to Fan Xian to handle.
In his life, Fan Xian was only good at breaking up marriages. He was not good at being a matchmaker. With a sorrowful sigh, he picked at the food on his plate.
Wang Qinian was squatting at the side smoking a cigarette. Seeing that Fan Xian's expression was not very good, he coughed and asked, "The taste is not to your liking?"
Da Bao sat by Fan Xian's side and chewed endlessly in his mouth. "Delicious …"
Fan Xian used the tip of his chopsticks to point at the plate and said, "Stewed fish slices made like this can rival the chefs in the brothel. Of course, the taste is excellent." The brothel he was referring to was Baoyue Brothel. Having received Fan Xian's praise, Wang Qinian smiled. The wrinkles on his face deepened.
As they spoke, a 12 or 13 year old girl carried a plate out from the inner room and obediently placed it on the table. She was too shy to bow and ran back with small quick steps.
Fan Xian looked at the girl's back and sighed. "Lao Wang, you look like an old elm tree. How did you give birth to such a lively girl?"
That girl was Wang Qinian's daughter. She was also the person Fan Xian had once threatened Wang Qinian in his letters. Wang Qinian's heart jumped. He smiled bitterly and said, "Still young, still young. I can't see if she will be beautiful in the future."
Fan Xian laughed loudly and said, "What are you afraid of? Who would dare to forcefully take your daughter?"
These words were true. Although Wang Qinian had insisted on not taking the position of head of the eight bureaus, most people in Jingdou knew that he was Fan Xian's closest confidant. With this layer of relationship present, regardless of whether it was the six ministries, three departments, or three departments, no one dared to underestimate him or offend him.
Dabao suddenly beamed with joy. "This girl is beautiful."
It was now Fan Xian's turn to be shocked. He wondered to himself what would happen if his brother-in-law suddenly fell in love and insisted on marrying Lao Wang's daughter? Of course, he wouldn't agree, but how could he appease this person's emotions?
Fortunately, Dabao's temperament was still that of a six or seven-year-old child, so it was impossible for him to think of such things. He just stared blankly with his chopsticks in his hand, and the oil and water in his mouth slid down, but he didn't even notice. No one knew what he was thinking.
Fan Xian picked up the wet towel beside him and helped Da Bao wipe away the grease at the side of his lips. He asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"
Da Bao tilted his head slightly. The smile on his face gradually froze, revealing a trace of grievance and sadness that was rarely seen on his face. He stammered, "Er Bao … likes … the beautiful Gu Liang."
Fan Xian's heart darkened, and the hand holding the towel froze. He didn't know what to comfort. Wang Qinian, who was listening at the side, was a little curious. He knocked his pipe on the stone grinder beside his feet and asked, "Young Uncle, who is Er Bao?"
"Second Bao is my younger brother. He's very smart." A proud smile bloomed on Dabao's face, but this smile immediately turned into the sadness of a child. "But … he's dead."
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Wang Qinian and Fan Xian stood in the corner of the courtyard, each pulling out their tobacco pipes. Green smoke curled up and the stench of leaves was suffocating. Wang Qinian turned his head to glance at Lin Da Bao, who was playing with his little girl. Lowering his voice, he asked, "So, Second Bao is young master Lin Gong. Lin Gong was killed by the people of Dongyi two years ago, but … I heard that the manor has been hiding it from young master Da Bao. How did he know?"
Fan Xian spat out a mouthful of bitter saliva. After a moment of silence, he said, "I told him … although he's stupid, I've always treated him like a normal person. He and the Lin brothers were very close. I didn't feel comfortable hiding this matter from him. "
"There won't be any problems, will there?" Wang Qinian asked carefully.
"What problems could there be? I told him two years ago, "Fan Xian pressed his dry lips together and faintly said. Fan Xian pressed his dry lips together and faintly said, "Da Bao's intelligence is not fully developed. He is like a child who can't grow up, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know anything. There is a Husband Gazing Rock over at Nanzhao. I don't want another Brother Bao at my side."
After saying this, he glanced at Da Bao and found that he was crouching by the Wang family's girl, digging earthworms. His gaze softened, and there was a tinge of pity and apologetic look in his eyes.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the wooden door of the Wang family courtyard. The person knocked very hard and hurriedly. No one knew what had happened.
Fan Xian and Wang Qinian met each other's eyes and furrowed their brows. Wang Qinian had just stepped forward to open the door when a man rushed in. Rushing in front of Fan Xian, he said in a loud voice, "Congratulations, sir!"
Fan Xian jumped in fright at this person. Focusing his eyes, he saw it was Teng Zijing. He couldn't help but curse, "What's the matter? Didn't I tell you to go back to the country estate to read books in preparation for the martial exams in the spring? Why did you run back to the capital? "
He had wholeheartedly wanted Teng Zijing to be able to embark on an official career. It could be said that he had not let down Teng Zijing's attentive service and crippled leg after he had picked him up from Danzhou. However, Teng Zijing's personality was very similar to Wang Qinian's. Although he loved officialdom, he loved the life at Fan Xian's side even more. Additionally, he couldn't get into those military books. Thus, after reading for three days in the country estate, he had run back.
Teng Zijing's expression was full of shame, but he immediately thought of the important matter. Very happily, he said, "Young master, quickly go back to the manor. The old master is already back. The whole family is waiting for you."
"What exactly happened?" Fan Xian furrowed his brows. He went over to hold Da Bao's hand and prepared to leave for the carriage.
Teng Zijing followed behind him and said with a smile, "Mistress Liu is pregnant."
Fan Xian paused and stood where he was. Turning around, he rubbed his head and said, "What? Am I going to have another brother? Father is indeed extraordinary. "
Teng Zijing paused and only understood what he meant a moment later. He hurriedly explained, "It's not Madam, Mistress Liu is pregnant."
Fan Xian still didn't understand what he meant. Sitting in the carriage, he tied up Da Bao's clothes. Turning his head, he said angrily, "Speak clearly. Even if the Duke's manor has a child, there is no need to be so nervous."
Teng Zijing couldn't resist laughing and said, "It's not the Duke's manor, it's our own manor … Sisi is pregnant."
Fan Xian paused. Only now did he understand. Although he had long taken Sisi into the manor, in the depths of his heart, he still saw her as a younger sister. He truly did not have any precise thoughts of her as a concubine. Coincidentally, Sisi had been raised by the old Danzhou manor since she was young. She never had a surname. Later, when she entered the capital, Sizhe's mother, Lady Liu, took good care of Sisi because of similar circumstances. In the end, she simply had Sisi take the surname Liu.
Mistress Liu, Mistress Liu, so he was talking about Sisi. No wonder Fan Xian couldn't react in time.
"Sisi is pregnant?" Fan Xian chuckled. "Then I have to hurry back to the manor to see. Women who are pregnant for the first time always have bad tempers, particularly a shrewish girl like her. If I'm late, I'm afraid I'll end up with a lot of complaints."
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The carriage trotted along the street out of the west side of the city and headed toward the south side of the city where the Fan manor was.
Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the carriage. It was as if someone had jumped up and stupidly had his head come into intimate contact with the hard carriage.
A terrifyingly loud voice came from the carriage. The voice was filled with shock and terror. Half the pedestrians on the street could hear it clearly.
"Sisi is pregnant! I'm going to be a father? "
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Fan Xian, who had been reborn into the world of the Qing Kingdom and whose mental age should be in his 30s, was finally going to be a father. The passing on of living things was always the second most powerful need one could instinctively control. Logically speaking, Fan Xian, who was sufficiently mature, should have shown a kind of controllable and sincere joy when faced with such a joyous event.
However, there was clearly something wrong with his performance. He was very excited, uncontrollably excited. At the same time, other than joy, he was very afraid.
Sitting by Sisi's bed, Fan Xian looked like an idiot at the girl who was two years older than him. Sisi's face was slightly pale. It looked like she was beginning to feel nervous after knowing that a life had suddenly appeared in her belly. Fan Xian looked at her dumbly and said, "How did you get pregnant?"
Wan 'er sat at the head of the bed and fed Sisi something. Her face was filled with joy. She had always wanted to give Fan Xian a child, but she had never succeeded. Now that Sisi was pregnant, thinking that Fan Xian would have descendants, she, as a housewife, also became happy. If this was a normal family, perhaps a wife without descendants would feel some jealousy toward a concubine. However, the difference in status between her and Sisi's was too great. It was unavoidably foolish to feel jealousy like this.
She listened to Fan Xian's strange question and couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly. Scolding, she said, "What are you saying?"
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