(The updates are not stable. I said it at the beginning of the month. Who doesn't have something important in life? On the first day, I made it clear that there were not many updates this month. I thought I was being sincere and asked everyone to give their votes to other writers. Unexpectedly, there were still so many people talking about this. It was fine to talk about it, but there were still a few people who went around yelling about what they wanted.
Ah, why do this? Why do this? It's not easy for everyone. Let's all be more tolerant.)
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Someone didn't know who it was, but she was trembling under the black dagger that carried the faint scent of blood. She looked delicate and pitiful. Her two curved brows were slightly furrowed, and she held her heart in her hands.
This girl looked unfamiliar and weak. Fan Xian didn't know her, but he didn't feel any pity for her. Looking at this deathly pale girl, he opened her mouth to call for help. His left hand quickly covered her mouth. Immediately after, his fingertip flicked, preparing to seal her meridians and temporarily stop her from moving.
However, before his fingertip made contact, Fan Xian was surprised to find that the unfamiliar girl he had restrained had fainted with a moan in his palm.
Fan Xian was startled. His finger pressed gently on the girl's neck to confirm that she had truly fainted and was not faking it. He couldn't help but slowly withdraw his hand and put her down on the chair. He looked at his finger and furrowed his brows. He hadn't even had time to apply the drug, so how could this girl have fainted?
The wrinkles between his brows had not disappeared because Fan Xian had been listening attentively to the shouts outside the manor. He listened quietly, ready at any moment for the people chasing him to enter the manor to carry out the next step.
Unexpectedly, the clamor outside the manor did not last long. After a few words of negotiation, the soldiers chasing him left.
Fan Xian was slightly surprised. He walked to the side of the window and looked toward the front door of the manor. He furrowed his brows and wondered who exactly lived in this manor for the Eldest Princess' faction to trust it so much. Who could avoid the search of the Jingdou government at such an unusual time?
Although this manor took up a lot of space, looking at the style, it did not belong to any royal family. It was probably the residence of some official in court. He frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't remember which minister on the Eldest Princess' side lived in this street.
Although he did not guess the owner of this manor, since the pursuers had left, Fan Xian relaxed slightly. Only then did he have some spare time to observe the room he was in.
It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but now that he did, Fan Xian couldn't help but be shocked. It was just like when he had first recognized the boudoir as a study and suddenly met that strange young lady.
This was because … this boudoir was filled with bookshelves full of books. It did not look like the boudoir of a young lady at all. There wasn't even a bit of needlework. What's more, on the two pillars on either side of the desk were two very familiar couplets.
"The tender cold locks one's dreams because of the cold spring, and the fragrant wine covers one's body."
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but look at the unconscious young lady in the chair. He thought to himself that this was not appropriate. This couplet was written by Qin Guan, a scholar of the Song Dynasty in that world. And the reason it appeared in this world, in this young lady's boudoir, was because of Fan Xian's handwritten copy of Dream of the Red Chamber.
This couplet had once appeared in Qin Keqing's room in the book. The reason Fan Xian thought it was not appropriate was because Qin Keqing was such a charming and romantic person, a person whose spring dreams were scattered like clouds. This couplet in the room matched her character. This couplet, the young lady in the chair, and the scholarly atmosphere of the boudoir did not match well.
The bookshelves were densely packed with books, which was the second reason for Fan Xian's shock. There were no female biographies on the shelves, no schoolwork for the girls' school, and no poems and biographies of the world's most widely circulated poems. What was on display was …
The Banxianzhai Poetry Collection. There were various editions of the Banxianzhai Poetry Collection, especially the edition personally annotated by Master Zhuang Mohan. There were three sets of it.
There were also three whole rows of Zhuang's Classics and Histories, personally edited by Fan Xian a year ago and published by the Imperial College. These were the results of some of the books in the carriage.
And on the bookshelves … was Dream of the Red Chamber, or Story of the Stone. There were various editions of Story of the Stone, some long, some short, some exquisite, some crude. Most of them were editions published by Danbo Bookstore in the past three years, but there were also some works from unknown bookstores.
Fan Xian stood in a daze in front of the bookshelves, looking at the books that emitted the faint scent of ink. For some reason, he sank into silence. He didn't know which family this unconscious young lady belonged to, nor did he know why this young lady valued the brush and ink she had left in this world so much.
Faintly, Fan Xian lightly sniffed, as if he had completely forgotten that he was in a dangerous place in the capital and that he was in the middle of a bloody conspiracy. He only calmly looked at the books. For a moment, he suddenly felt very satisfied.
People would always die. He had lived twice and had two completely different lives. It had already surpassed the gifts of the creator. Furthermore, he had already left behind these words and spiritual things in this world of the Qing Kingdom. Even if he died today, how many regrets would he have?
The words were not his, and the spiritual wealth was also not his. However, all of this was something he had brought from that world and gifted to this world.
Fan Xian suddenly felt a bit proud. Proud to be a bridge and proud to have left behind some traces. Perhaps this was very similar to the sentiments Ye Qingmei had when she changed this world.
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Outside the window, it was already night. Only the silver light from the sky shone in. People in this era always ate very early. This young lady was probably used to being alone, so during this time, not a single serving girl or servant came into the room to greet her. On the contrary, it gave Fan Xian a rare moment of solitude and reflection.
At this time, he had already gotten rid of the emotion that suddenly appeared before. He walked to the desk and looked at the fresh ink on the snow-white rice paper on the desk. He looked at some fragmentary words copied on the paper, and he couldn't help but reveal a rather elusive smile on his lips.
The zhenqi in his body was abundant, and his senses were extraordinary. Naturally, he did not need to light a candle, and he did not need to worry about outsiders finding out.
"They all say that authors are crazy. Who understands?" Fan Xian looked at the words on the paper and spoke to himself. He thought to himself that this young lady was truly a crazy person. Looking at the beautiful and spirited handwriting on the paper, perhaps this young lady had some inner wisdom.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a smear of red in the compartment at the side of the desk. Curiously, he extended his hand and took it out. It was not a thick book. The cover was a wordless red cover about eight inches long. Fan Xian's fingers gently lifted the cover and saw the words "Feng Yue Treasure Mirror" written on the title page. Involuntarily, he felt a great deal of emotion.
It was this book.
He remembered when he had first entered Jingdou. In front of Yishi Tavern, he had bought this copy of Dream of the Red Chamber from the hands of the woman selling children. It was one of the first pirated copies in this world.
Fan Xian looked at the book in his hand in a daze. He had not thought that he would reunite with an old friend here. In an instant, years of life in Jingdou and Jiangnan floated through his mind like fleeting light and shadows. He didn't know what to say. Gradually, he understood that even if he was reborn, he would still not be a match for Jingdou's fame and fortune. He had long forgotten his original bright state of mind. He had long lost that free and easy life.
"I wonder which manor this young lady is from?" He pondered this in his heart. Holding the book in his hand, he unconsciously looked toward the face of the young lady in the chair.
Only now did he realize that this young lady was very delicate and pretty. The skin on her face was particularly clean, and there was an inexplicable coldness between her brows. She looked like the snow on Cang Mountain, almost reflecting light. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but think of his sister Ruoruo, who was always as cold as ice in front of outsiders, and his wife Wan 'er, who was currently trapped in the Palace.
This young lady's still cold demeanor in her unconsciousness seemed to occupy some of Ruoruo's and Wan 'er's energy.
Fan Xian gazed at the young lady's face with a smile. Suddenly, he noticed that the young lady's eyelids moved slightly. He knew that she was finally going to wake up.
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Sun Pin 'er slowly woke up. She felt that her eyelids were as heavy as lead stones. She only remembered that after she ate, she had returned to her room to rest. She was going to carefully copy the poem again and burn it in the garden to worship the Emperor the next day. Unexpectedly, there was a ruckus outside the manor. It seemed that the people of the Jingdou government were capturing a criminal. Then, that man charged in.
That black dagger was cold. That pair of hands had such a heavy smell of blood and a thick smell of a man's body.
Sun Pin 'er had never been treated so rudely in her life. The smell of sweat from the hands covering her mouth and nose assaulted her. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. Unable to breathe, she fainted.
After fainting for an indeterminable amount of time, she finally woke up and slowly opened her eyes. In a daze, she saw a face. It was the face of a handsome and amiable young man looking at her with a hateful smile. There were no lights in the room. There was only the faint moonlight outside the window. However, it made this face appear even purer and gentler.
Sun Pin 'er's heart tightened. Her eyes were filled with terror. Unconsciously, she shrank back into the chair. Just as she was about to open her mouth to call out, the terror in her eyes turned into a sense of loss and helplessness.
Her heart thumped as she wondered who exactly this young man was. He didn't look like she knew him, but why did he look so familiar?
It was as if she had seen him a long time ago.
Fan Xian was a bit surprised to see the young lady in the chair slowly open her eyes. A complicated emotion flashed through her eyes, but she didn't cry out. He looked at her with a slight smile and pulled back the finger he had prepared to strike. He didn't prepare any drugs because he needed a sober hostage.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
The two of them spoke at the same time. Fan Xian tilted his head slightly and raised his brows. "Shouldn't I be a criminal?"
Sun Pin 'er looked at this good-looking young man and was slightly startled. She kept feeling that his brows were filled with gentleness. He didn't look like a criminal at all. However, she also knew that her reaction was truly strange. She couldn't help but feel a wave of shame and panic. Her hands guarded in front of her body. In a trembling voice, she said, "I don't care who you are, but please don't do anything rash. This will not do you any good."
"Miss, you are very calm. I admire that very much." Fan Xian gazed at her with a warm gaze. Gently, he said, "I'm afraid that once the young lady of a normal family wakes up, she will cry out loudly. Then, it will bring about tragic consequences that we do not wish to see. Your ability to control yourself is so strong that I truly admire it."
Sun Pin 'er's face heated slightly. Thinking of how she had been about to cry out earlier, she saw this face she had vaguely seen in her previous life. For some reason, she didn't cry out.
"Miss, there is no need to panic. I just need a place to temporarily hide. I promise I won't hurt you," Fan Xian said quietly.
He gently placed the red-covered Story of the Stone in his hand on the table. He could have drugged this young lady, but he had a premonition in the depths of his heart that talking more with this young lady might bring him great benefits.
"Hide?" Sun Pin 'er lowered her head in fear and glanced at the intruder's clothing out of the corner of her eye. She wondered who exactly this person was. Who was he hiding from? Suddenly, she thought of the major event that had happened in Jingdou these two days and the rumored appearance of that person. She then glanced at the Story of the Stone that person had gently placed on the table.
Sun Pin 'er's face instantly paled. It wasn't that she was smart, nor was it that she was lucky. Instead, in the past few years, her heart had always been occupied by that name. She was constantly concerned about that person's every move. Especially recently, that person had been thrown into a bottomless abyss and became a traitor that everyone wanted to kill. This made her feel extremely pained. Thus, she was able to immediately associate that person with that person and make the guess that was closest to the truth.
"Is it him?"
Sun Pin 'er's lips trembled slightly. Bravely, she raised her head and looked seriously at Fan Xian's face. In the end, she couldn't say anything.
Fan Xian glanced at her with some curiosity and asked warmly, "Young lady, may I ask which family you are from?"
Sun Pin 'er had already decided that this person was the person. Her emotions were agitated, so how could she speak? She only stared dumbly at Fan Xian and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you Sir Fan junior?"
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Thus, it was Fan Xian's turn to be dumbfounded. Although his disguise was not too exaggerated, he firmly believed that people who did not know him well would not be able to recognize him. So, how had this young lady recognized him at a glance and called out his name? Fan Xian's heart tightened. His gaze became cold.
Seeing that he did not deny it, Sun Pin 'er panicked even more. Only now did she remember the question he had asked earlier. Biting her lower lip, she timidly said, "My father is Sun Jingxiu."
"Sun Jingxiu!"
Fan Xian sucked in a cold breath and couldn't resist rubbing his nose. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't speak for a moment. He sighed in his heart. He didn't know if his luck was extremely good or extremely bad.
Sun Jingxiu! The present Jingdou magistrate! He controlled the bailiffs and daily security in Jingdou. He was the main official who had been ordered by the empress dowager to capture him. Unexpectedly, he had hidden in the Sun manor and captured Sun Jingxiu's daughter.
Fan Xian sighed and gazed at the young lady of the Sun family. "So, it is Young Lady Sun. I hope I didn't startle you."
His brows furrowed. Sun Jingxiu was now a second-level Jingdou magistrate. Although he had never been divided into factions, he had no connection to Fan Xian, particularly since the empress dowager trusted him so much. If Fan Xian continued to stay in the manor, it would be no different from being in a tiger's den. For safety's sake, it was best for him to leave early.
Glancing at the young lady of the Sun family, Fan Xian secretly extended a finger and picked up the fragrance that had once enchanted Si Lili, Xiao En, and Yan Bingyun. He prepared to enchant the young lady of the Sun family and then quietly leave.
"Are you Sir Fan junior?" Sun Pin 'er bit her lower lip and persistently asked.
Fan Xian stood in front of her with a mysterious smile on his face. Curious, he asked, "How did you recognize me at a glance?"
Sun Pin 'er heard his disguised acknowledgement and covered her mouth in disbelief. For some reason, two drops of tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.
Fan Xian shook his head in confusion.
Sun Pin 'er saw that he was preparing to leave and immediately sat up from the chair. Throwing herself at him, she hugged him tightly in her arms.
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Feeling the soft fragrance fill his body, Fan Xian was truly dumbstruck. Was this young lady of the Sun family a patriotic young woman who was prepared to risk her life to capture him, a criminal who had assassinated the Emperor?
No, the girl in his arms was crying. It didn't seem like she was going to capture him. Then, what exactly did she want to do?
Fan Xian circulated his zhenqi to his hands. He didn't pull on her shoulders. He only felt the twitching of her shoulders and couldn't help but feel puzzled. This seemed to have sunk into some kind of problem between a man and a woman. Fan Xian's memory was astonishing. He had never owed a woman named Sun in his life. In reality, he had never seen her before.
"Baoyu …" Sun Pin 'er sobbed in Fan Xian's arms. Suddenly, she said the word as if she was sleep-talking.
Fan Xian's heart jumped and he pushed her away from his arms. In a quiet voice, he said, "Miss, wake up."
After waking up, Sun Pin 'er woke up. With a cry, she immediately retreated. Thinking of how she had so shamelessly thrown herself into the arms of a strange man, she couldn't help feeling happy, shocked, embarrassed, and angry. She sat on the chair and began to sob.
Fan Xian looked at this scene and couldn't help furrowing his brows. He seemed to have faintly caught onto something. The Jingdou magistrate? The young lady of the Sun family? The room full of Dream of the Red Chamber, the Banxianzhai poetry anthology, the young lady's unintentional call of "Baoyu" earlier …
In a flash, Fan Xian finally remembered something from long ago. It was a story that had once caused much discussion in Jingdou.
"You're the one who … burned my Baoyu!"
Fan Xian looked at the young lady of the Sun family and spoke in shock.
Sun Pin 'er was recognized by Fan Xian and couldn't help being surprised. She lowered her head and glanced at him shyly.
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This was a story Fan Sizhe had told Fan Xian three and a half years ago. At the time, the two brothers were preparing to start the Danbo Bookstore and sell Fan Xian's handwritten copy of Dream of the Red Chamber. Fan Xian was worried about the sales of Story of the Stone. Fan Sizhe told him not to worry because Story of the Stone had long become popular in Jingdou and had harmed many young ladies of large families.
Among these young ladies, the most famous was the young lady of the Jingdou magistrate's family. Because she had read Dream of the Red Chamber, she had lost her appetite and was in a daze. In the end, the madam of the magistrate's family burned the manuscript. The young lady cried out in pain. Burned my Baoyu! She became seriously ill and lingered on the bed for a long time.
This matter had been sung about for a long time in Jingdou. Back then, it had been a bright spot in Fan Xian's unparalleled reputation.
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Fan Xian looked at the young lady of the Sun family sitting on the chair with her head lowered shyly. He couldn't resist sighing and shaking his head. He thought to himself, No wonder this young lady had been so excited after learning of his identity and decorated her room like this. She was his number one fan in the world. No, it should be said that she was a girl with the Dream of the Red Chamber syndrome, a pitiful person who had been enchanted by Baoyu.
He gazed at the young lady of the Sun family and gently said, "Didn't you burn the manuscript?"
Sun Pin 'er raised her head shyly and glanced at the red-covered copy of The Story of the Stone on the desk. In a mosquito-like voice, she said, "Later, I bought a copy and got better."
"The Jingdou magistrate … Sir Sun is now the Jingdou magistrate. It is difficult for me to make the connection," Fan Xian said with a slight smile.
In his heart, he thought that although the magistrate was only two ranks below the magistrate, the difference in power was like heaven and earth, particularly in such an important place as the Jingdou government. It was difficult for a typical magistrate to climb to the position of magistrate. Furthermore, it had only been three years.
Sun Pin 'er glanced at him and quietly said, "I still have to thank Sir Fan junior for this."
"Thank me?"
"Yes."
After talking for a while, only then did Fan Xian understand that ever since he entered the capital, countless things had happened. Back then, the Jingdou magistrate, Mei Zhili, had been forced to leave the capital because of Fan Xian's lawsuit with the son of the Minister of Rites, Guo You. Now, it was said that he had a carefree position in Yanjing. The Jingdou magistrate who had taken over had been involved in a murder to silence witnesses because of the power struggle between Fan Xian and the Second Prince and had been investigated.
In less than three years, the Jingdou magistrate had changed a number of times. It was because of this that Sun Jingxiu was able to climb from magistrate to the position of Jingdou magistrate. Thus, it was not wrong for Lady Sun to say that all of this was because of Fan Xian.
Fan Xian looked calmly at the young lady of the Sun family. His mind spun quickly. The Jingdou government's position was very special. He had suddenly and coincidentally met this young lady. Was the heavens helping him in some way?
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"Lady Sun, do you trust me?" Fan Xian looked at Sun Pin 'er with an incomparably pure and sincere gaze.
"You can call me Pin 'er," Sun Pin' er said with her head lowered.
"Pin 'er?" Fan Xian's heart jumped. He knew that he had a bit more confidence in this matter. Warmly, he said, "Right now, I am the court's …"
"I don't believe you!" Sun Pin 'er raised her head in panic and spoke first.
"I'm a bad …"
"You're not."
Sun Pin 'er bit her lip and looked at Fan Xian's face, which was very close to her. She didn't know that this was the effect of Fan Xian's disguise. She only felt that the dream she had for three years seemed to have become reality in an instant. The man in her dream had come to her like this. She could see him, hear his voice, and even smell the sweat on his palm earlier.
A wave of panic and joy bloomed in her heart. In Sun Pin 'er's heart, how could Sir Fan junior be a bad person who plotted to assassinate the Emperor? She had never thought of it like this.
Having spoken to this point, there was nothing to worry about. Fan Xian looked at her warmly and said each word gently and shamelessly, "Pin 'er, there is something I need your help with."
Sun Pin 'er bit her lower lip and nodded forcefully. She then said in a small voice, "Quickly, light the lamp."
No one knew whether she thought the moonlight outside was too dark and she couldn't see the face of her dream idol clearly or whether she was reminding Fan Xian to not arouse the suspicions of the servants in the Sun manor.
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"Everyone under heaven is looking for you, but no one would have thought you would be hiding in Sir Sun's manor in the Jingdou government. Sir, you and I have known each other for two years. It is only now that I truly admire you." Under the candlelight, a young man sat opposite Fan Xian and shook his head.
Fan Xian gazed at him with a slight smile and said, "Sir Yan junior, have you finally learned to admire others?"
The person who had come was the first person Fan Xian had contacted after entering the capital, Yan Bingyun. After Fan Xian returned to the capital, he had not had a proper place to stay, so this was the first time the two of them had met. As for how Yan Bingyun had shaken off the surveillance of the internal court and quietly come to the Sun manor where he would not draw attention, that was not a problem Fan Xian needed to worry about. As the only candidate to become the next Commissioner of the Overwatch Council, it was unlikely that he did not even have this bit of ability.
Yan Bingyun looked at him and said, "It is not only me who admires you. I'm afraid the Eldest Princess also admires you. Sir Sun of the Jingdou government has an edict to capture you, yet you are hiding in his daughter's boudoir …"
Fan Xian spread his hands and shrugged. "My luck has always been better than other people's."
After a slight pause, he said in a more serious tone, "Perhaps this is not luck. After all, this is a benefit that my past has brought me."
Yan Bingyun moved closer to the chair and crossed his hands in front of his legs. Rubbing them together, he glanced at the large bed in the back of the boudoir and furrowed his brows. "With important matters at hand, let's not bother with trifles. However, how are you going to use this girl?"
His voice was very low. He was not worried that the young lady of the Sun family would hear.
Fan Xian calmly said, "I need a central point of communication. If there was no Sun manor, it would be impossible for me to speak to you so calmly. It would also be difficult for the orders I want to pass on to be successfully passed on. The Sun manor is where the Jingdou matter started."
Yan Bingyun looked at him and shook his head a moment later. He sighed and said, "Only you could do such a thing. That's right, no one would suspect that you would hide in the Jingdou government."
"Lady Sun is willing to help me," Fan Xian calmly said. "The city gates are basically half open to me."
"I don't think a young lady can have that much influence over her father."
"This is a problem I need to consider. What you need to do is to arrange it." Fan Xian stared into Yan Bingyun's eyes. "You need to arrange for the people entering the capital to be evenly distributed outside the manors. Once you act, you need to strike like lightning and not give them any chance to retaliate."
Yan Bingyun paused and then said, "But, there is a problem right now. A month ago, all of my authority in the Council was taken by Director Chen."
Fan Xian's pupils constricted slightly. In a low voice, he said, "What is this? Has Chen Pingping gone mad? "
Yan Bingyun fell silent and said, "We'll talk about this later. I only care about one thing."
He stared into Fan Xian's eyes and said each word clearly, "Is the Emperor dead or not?"
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After a deathly silence, Fan Xian slowly opened his mouth and said, "In the entire great Dong Mountain, only I escaped. Although I didn't personally see it, I'm guessing the odds are against me. Otherwise, the Eldest Princess wouldn't be so confident."
"What exactly happened on Dong Mountain?"
Fan Xian didn't have much time to go into the details. He only said, "Ku He, Sigu Jian, and Ye Liuyun should have all arrived."
Hearing this, Yan Bingyun's face became ashen. He knew that the Emperor would never be able to return to Jingdou. He gradually clenched his fists tightly and asked, "Where are your 500 Black Knights?"
"They are hidden outside the capital. I have a way to contact them, but it would be difficult to quietly transport them into the capital."
"Presently, you have the Jingdou government's cover. You should have a way to transport these people in." Yan Bingyun's words made clear Fan Xian's plans.
"Correct. The 500 Black Knights outside the capital are no match for the Jingdou Garrison. If they let loose and went on a killing spree in the capital, with the help of the Great Prince's Imperial Army, I think they would have a terrifying effect."
"There are still 1,400 people in the Council in Jingdou," Fan Xian said. "This is the power you and I can control. We must move it in Jingdou before the Eldest Princess controls the 13 city gate guards."
"There is something I must remind you of." Yan Bingyun was silent for a moment. He then suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "If my predictions are correct … regarding the assassination of the Emperor, Director Chen should have known about it beforehand and even secretly cooperated with the Eldest Princess's actions."
Fan Xian's pupils constricted. He couldn't speak for a long time. The strange situation in the Overwatch Council fell into his eyes, but he still could not believe that Chen Pingping would play such a role in this matter.
"Probably not," he said with his head lowered. "The Qin family's army has already surrounded Chen Garden."
"This is the truth." A cold light flashed through Yan Bingyun's eyes as he stared at him. "I don't care what relationship you have with the Director. Since you are going to carry out the posthumous edict on behalf of the Emperor, you must pay attention to this matter. I don't want you to be killed before you even do anything."
Fan Xian said, "Relax, I always have faith in human nature. The Director will not harm me."
He took out the Commissioner token and solemnly handed it to Yan Bingyun. "I don't know how many people this token can move in the Council, but your authority has been taken away. If you want to stop this matter, it's best if you use this token to try."
Yan Bingyun accepted the token without a word and unconsciously glanced at the figure of the young lady in the inner room. He shook his head and said, "It will definitely be useful. I am also beginning to believe in such things as luck now."
Fan Xian smiled and said, "I once heard a saying that men conquer the world, and women conquer the world by conquering men."
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