Along the way, Fan Xian had arranged for Teng Zijing to sit in his carriage, so these words were not hidden from him. Frowning, he said, "This is too much of a coincidence. I had just arrived in the capital, and I shouldn't have gotten into a fight with anyone. Yet Sizhe followed me all day, and when the fight broke out in the restaurant, Crown Prince Jing happened to be there. This kind of coincidence is hard to explain. "
Teng Zijing laughed. "The young master may be rude and unreasonable, but he is not a bad person. The second wife would not dare let him handle such a thing."
He continued, "The second wife only has one son, and he is not good at studying or martial arts. All he does is eat and drink and go around showing off. So the second wife looks down on him."
A bitter smile appeared on Fan Xian's lips. "It's precisely because she knows her son can't be helped that Lady Liu is so cruel to me … Mothers seem to be very stubborn. Lady Liu … she wants the outside world to think that the illegitimate son of the Fan family is just an incompetent hedonistic son. "
Teng Zijing said, "Perhaps you don't know this, but whenever the young master goes out, he always causes trouble. So the second wife has him follow you out. She doesn't need to make any arrangements, and you will naturally get caught up in the fight. "
"So you mean that if I go out with him, I will naturally become a hedonistic son in the eyes of the world?"
"Correct." Teng Zijing smiled. "The second wife's idea is simple, but it seems to be very effective."
Fan Xian laughed. "This Lady Liu is very interesting … She actually thinks that Sizhe is a black ink pot, and that she might as well mix them together. Interesting, interesting."
"I just didn't expect Crown Prince Jing to be in the restaurant," Teng Zijing replied. Teng Zijing replied, "Young master, you handled the situation appropriately. Although your words seemed to have offended some of the scholars, all scholars are proud and aloof. The people of the capital may think that you are arrogant, but it is better than thinking that you are incompetent."
"Is creating public opinion really that important?" Fan Xian laughed. "Is the Fan family really that popular? Is Lady Liu really that simple-minded as a pure woman? "
He looked at Teng Zijing. "These are all problems, but they are not my problem."
Teng Zijing asked curiously, "Young master, what is your problem?"
Fan Xian's beautiful face was distressed. "My problem is, to this day, I still don't know what my fiancée looks like, and whether or not she's really sick to death."
— —
The carriage stopped at an alley on the side of Tianhe Street. Looking into the distance, the government offices of the various departments were still open for business. The eaves of the buildings were like phoenixes, pointing to the sky. At the furthest point, there was a square house with nothing special, standing there, looking very gloomy.
Fan Xian did not let Teng Zijing follow him. Although it seemed that Teng Zijing had already made up his mind to bet his future on Fan Xian, Fan Xian knew that he was not Song Qili. He did not have the ability to subdue people. After all, Teng Zijing was his father's personal follower, so there were some things that Fan Xian could not let him know.
In front of a stall selling tanghulu, he confirmed the location of the Overwatch Council. He bought a stick and chewed on it as he walked, chewing on it until his teeth were about to fall off. It was so satisfying.
Passing by a bookstore, he walked in and looked around. He found that it was filled with historical collections that had been read countless times. He called over the clerk and asked in a low voice, "Do you have Story of the Stone?"
A strange smile appeared on the clerk's face, and he replied in a very low voice, "Please follow me, sir."
There was no need to avoid people. In a small compartment next to the main hall, the clerk took out a set of books and handed them to Fan Xian. Fan Xian took a look. It was exactly the same as the one he had bought from the auntie earlier that day. He nodded in satisfaction and paid for the book.
"Leave the books here. Someone from Fan Manor will come to pick them up later." The first book had already been taken back to Fan Manor by his sister. These books were too heavy for him, so Fan Xian planned to have the servants come to pick them up later.
The clerk was troubled. "Which Fan Manor?"
"Count Sinan's Manor." Fan Xian wondered if there were more Fan Manors? He really didn't know. The Fan clan was a large clan in the capital, and Count Sinan was only a concubine. It was only in the last decade or so that because of the Old Lady, they had flourished and become the most famous of the Fan clan.
The clerk replied respectfully, wrapped up the books, and put them on the counter.
Fan Xian casually asked a few more questions about how the book was selling. After getting the answers, he cursed the bootleg bookseller in his heart. Seeing that the customer did not leave immediately after buying the books, the clerk could only smile and chat with him.
During this question and answer, the tip of Fan Xian's ears moved imperceptibly.
As he smiled and chatted with the clerk, he slowly circulated his zhenqi. His hearing suddenly became more acute, and he immediately found the sound he was looking for in the quiet environment of the bookstore.
Their breathing was different from that of the common people.
The breathing sounds were long and distant, and it was obvious that they were people with zhenqi. Fan Xian knew that these were people sent by his father to protect or monitor him, and he frowned.
The clerk saw the customer suddenly frown. Although he felt that the frown of this beautiful young man was also very beautiful, he thought that he had said something wrong and couldn't help but feel uneasy.
— — —
Leaving the bookstore through the back door, Fan Xian confirmed that he had successfully shaken off the two attendants behind him. He felt a little proud of himself, thinking about the things he had learned from Fei Jie when he was young. Apart from using poison, he had also learned anti-stalking skills. They had finally come in handy.
He followed the crowd on Tianhe Street, walking along the flagstones, looking at the buildings on both sides of the street. These buildings were ancient, especially in front of them. On each side of the road was a gentle stream of water. If one wanted to get to the yamen from the road, they would have to cross the small wooden bridge over the stream.
The water was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the shadow of the bridge and the branches of the green trees that stretched over the water. It looked very serene and beautiful. Occasionally, petals from the peach blossom bushes in the distance would be blown off by the wind, floating on the water.
He walked along the side of the road, looking at the falling water under his feet. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips. In the few days he had been in the capital, he had always thought about complicated things. It was a far cry from his original intention of experiencing life, and his mind was a little tired. Now that he had been refreshed by the capital's spring scenery, he suddenly felt much better.
Arriving at the entrance of the Overwatch Council, Fan Xian frowned as he looked at the limestone building. He felt that this yamen was a little too ugly, and did not match the antique buildings around it. But when he thought of Fei Jie's ugly face, he had no choice but to admit it. It was true that the building suited the person.
Walking into the building, Fan Xian found it strange that the officials and passers-by all around him were looking at him. Or rather, they were looking at him with strange eyes.
He carefully looked at himself to make sure that there was nothing that could attract attention, and then he raised his head — but the curious gazes around him did not change.
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