(Sorry, I'm really sick. I'll write less in the next few days. Fist salute.)
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After a number of rounds of autumn rain, the air of autumn thickened outside the window. The picturesquely arranged noble manors in Jingdou were bathed in moisture.
Fan Xian raised his fist to his lips and coughed. Pulling his gaze back from the window, he panted heavily a few times and then slowly sat down on the bed.
This inn had a view of the beautiful scenery in the south of the city, so it was of high class. The mattress on this bed was not thick, but it felt good. He unconsciously slid his palm along the fabric and sighed in his heart. After experiencing the fatal attack at Dong Mountain, facing Beiyan Xiaoyi's attacks, and escaping death countless times, looking at the familiar streets of Jingdou again, he couldn't help but feel as if a lifetime had passed.
After using the assault rifle to kill Yan Xiaoyi, he, heavily injured, had to rest on the meadow for a full two days before he gathered enough strength and energy to walk toward the unknown small path surrounded by mountains.
After experiencing some indescribable difficulties and passing through the small path Uncle Wu Zhu had told him about, Fan Xian entered the Song Kingdom under the protection of Dongyi. In that small vassal state, he didn't dare act rashly with his injuries not yet healed. He could only ask the waiter to get some medicine from the shop.
He was Fei Jie's student. Although his medical skills were not the best in the world, he had spent a lot of time on treating knife wounds and poisons. The medicine he got was right. Additionally, with the Tyrannical zhenqi in his body and the natural flow of Tianyi Dao's aura to heal himself, he gradually walked and his injuries gradually healed.
However, Yan Xiaoyi's arrow was too powerful. Although it hadn't hit his heart, it had shaken his heart meridian. His injuries had not yet healed and his heart meridian was damaged, so he could not suppress his coughing.
Fan Xian knew the state of his body well. At most, he had 60 percent of his peak strength.
Leaving the Song Kingdom, he passed through the south of Yanjing. Even though he later hired a carriage to enter the country, it was still a big circle. By the time Fan Xian disguised himself as a soybean oil merchant and entered Jingdou, he was already a few days later than the messenger. Furthermore, the thousand li journey was difficult. His gradually healed injuries began to linger.
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Along the way, Fan Xian was careful not to make contact with the subordinates of the Overwatch Council. The silver he had scattered in Baoyue Brothel these two years had finally paid off. After entering the Qing Kingdom, the initial reactions to what had happened in Jingdou were all supported by intelligence reports.
The reason he hadn't made contact with the subordinates of the Overwatch Council was because Fan Xian was worried. If the nobles in Jingdou truly put the blame on his head, even if he was the Commissioner of the Overwatch Council, who would be loyal to a regal murderer?
Fan Xian did not want to test human nature, even of the subordinates of the Overwatch.
That afternoon, he went out and walked around the streets and alleys of the capital, confirming many things. He was very careful not to go to the medicine hall. Instead, he went directly to a hidden storeroom in the Third Bureau and retrieved the medicine he needed. The Third Bureau needed large amounts of medicine all year round, and most of the people in the bureau were strange people who only knew how to bury themselves in medicine. As the Commissioner of the Overwatch Council, he knew the distribution of the medicine very well. If he took it without anyone knowing, he believed that no one would be able to find any clues.
After putting on a disguise, he went to many places. Most of the important places were already controlled by the Imperial Army and Jingdou government, particularly near his home. He sensed the existence of many aces. He didn't dare take the risk of making contact with people in the manor.
After disguising himself during the day, he went to many places, but most of the important places were already under the control of the Imperial Army and the Jingdou government. In particular, near his home, he felt the presence of many aces. He did not dare to take the risk of making contact with the people in the manor.
He also went to the outskirts of the Overwatch Council and Bureau of Military Affairs. The Overwatch Council did not seem to have any problems, but he knew that the Council was under constant surveillance by the internal court. As for the Bureau of Military Affairs, it was also very busy. He had a very detailed understanding of all the procedures in the military. After an hour, he confirmed that the old empress dowager in the Royal Palace was still in control of everything. Furthermore, she had wisely chosen this dangerous moment to move the border army and begin to exert pressure in all directions.
After all, he had been the Commissioner of the Overwatch Council for a long time. He had too many eyes and subordinates in Jingdou. Furthermore, he had Baoyue Brothel and tentacles on the jianghu. Although he did not contact too many people, it was not a difficult matter to understand the current situation in Jingdou.
Fan Xian raised his head, took out a towel, and carelessly wiped his feet. Lying on the bed, he stared at the top of the beam in a daze. Had the Emperor truly died?
His emotions were complicated. He was shocked, depressed, disappointed, and strange. If the Emperor had truly died, what should he do next?
Touching the Emperor's personal letter and jade seal he had hidden close to his body, Fan Xian closed his eyes to rest, building up his energy for the night's action. However, he could not enter a quiet state for a long time. The following situation was too dangerous. There were two choices in front of him. Regardless of which choice he made, it was actually a kind of gamble.
If he wanted to stop the Crown Prince from taking the throne, he had to think of a way to enter the Royal Palace and hand the Emperor's personal letter and jade seal to the empress dowager's hands. Fan Xian understood that if the Emperor had truly died, given the empress dowager's mentality, for the sake of the stability of the Qing Kingdom, she might directly destroy this letter.
The Crown Prince and he were both the empress dowager's grandsons, but the empress dowager had never liked him. Because of Ye Qingmei's past, she had always been on guard against him. Who knew what the empress dowager would decide? If she truly decided to hide the truth of the Emperor's assassination, then Fan Xian and everyone around him would become the first sacrificial pigs and dogs on the Crown Prince's path to the throne.
There was another choice. Fan Xian could contact all of his helpers in Jingdou and completely reveal the truth of the assassination at Dong Mountain. Both sides would reveal their troops and fight a ruthless battle. Whoever won in the end would have the right to decide the direction of the history books.
This choice would kill many people, but it looked like it was safer for Fan Xian himself. The problem at hand was that Fan Xian had no way of contacting his father or Chen Pingping. Rumor had it that the Director had mistakenly taken medicine and been poisoned because of a cold. He had been bedridden the entire time.
Fan Xian didn't know if Chen Pingping was faking it or what. The intelligence he had secretly seen in the branch office said clearly that the person who had poisoned him was that master in Dongyi. There were three poison masters in the world. Xiao En was already dead, and Sir Fei had left. The most powerful was that person. If it had truly been that master who had acted, it was not difficult to imagine Chen Pingping being poisoned.
All of the activity after the Emperor's assassination faintly pointed to one thing. Although the Palace still had not determined that Fan Xian was the true murderer of the Emperor's assassination and had not had the court send out an arrest warrant, they had secretly made him their primary target. Once Fan Xian showed himself in Jingdou, what awaited him would certainly be an endless pursuit.
The worst thing for Fan Xian was that news of Yan Xiaoyi's failure and his survival would probably reach Jingdou in a few days. Regardless of whether or not the empress dowager believed Fan Xian, once Fan Xian survived, she would want to control this grandson. Then, with one glance at the future of Qing Kingdom, she would single-handedly decide Fan Xian's life and death.
Wan 'er and Sisi were in the Palace. His father was under house arrest in the manor.
Lying calmly on the bed, Fan Xian's mind spun rapidly. In the end, he made a decision. He would not return to the Fan manor at night. He would go straight to the Palace. Even if he couldn't convince the empress dowager, he believed he could still obtain some benefit. After all, in the Royal Palace, he had many helpers. Furthermore, many people would stand firmly on his side for their own benefit.
As for the Fan manor, the Imperial Army was led by the Great Prince. They shouldn't be too much of a threat to his father.
By the time he finished thinking all of this, another day in Jingdou had come to an end. A faint twilight seeped in through the window, filling the inn room with a warm color. Fan Xian abruptly opened his eyes. They were filled with powerful confidence and stubbornness. As long as he could wash away the crime of treason on his body, he had the Overwatch Council in his hands, the Great Prince's Imperial Army, the power of his father's manor outside the Palace, the help of Yi Guipin and Lady Ning in the Palace, and the little eunuch Hong Zhu, who was said to always be by the empress dowager's side.
As long as the Ye and Qin families' armies were unable to enter the capital, who in Jingdou could be more powerful than him?
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"The edict has already entered the Western Expedition army camp. The 5,000 soldiers who offered as captives have already broken camp and returned west. In about 10 days, they will begin to fight." In the Royal Palace, an old general sat on a soft stool and respectfully said to the empress dowager, "The King of Nanzhao is still young. He shouldn't be able to cause too much trouble. As for the two directions in the Northeast, the Northern Expedition army has the momentum of a new victory. Governor Yan should be able to suppress Shang Shanhu. The Western Camp of Yanjing borders the Song Kingdom. It won't take more than three days to invade. Dongyi won't dare make any strange movements. "
The empress dowager slowly nodded her head. The news of the Emperor's death had already spread throughout Jingdou. They had just barely suppressed it. However, this news would eventually spread throughout the world. No one knew whether or not the powers in the world would take advantage of the death of the leader of the pride and the absence of a new lion king to greedily seek some benefits. Thus, at the beginning of handling the affairs of the country, the first thing the Qing officials and people had to do was to use powerful military power to intimidate those people's ambitions.
"Not enough." The empress dowager glanced coldly at the old general and said, "Pass on my orders. Order the Bureau of Military Affairs to draw up a battle plan. Within half a month, the three armies must attack outward. The limit is 100 li. We don't want any more land. If we lose one li, have Ye Zhong, Yan Xiaoyi, and Wang Zhikun cut off their own heads."
"The empress dowager is wise." The old Qin Master sighed. As the most important official in the military, he understood why the Qing Kingdom was instead sending out troops on a large scale. However, he still said with doubt, "However, to suddenly send out troops, I'm afraid the provisions won't be able to keep up."
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