Chapter 55
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"Ye Qingmei?"
Fan Xian was incomparably shocked. Unconsciously, he quietly said the name. He could never have imagined that his mother's name would appear on the stone tablet in front of the Overwatch Council.
His face remained calm, but his heart was in turmoil. Why would his mother's name appear on the stone tablet in front of the Overwatch Council? Although Miss Ye had been the wealthiest woman in the world, she could not have enjoyed such treatment that not even the Emperor could. Furthermore, his mother's mysterious death must have had something to do with the nobility of the Kingdom of Qing. Although Wu Zhu had said that the Ye family's enemies had all been killed in the storm ten years ago, who could guarantee that the relatives of those enemies were not left behind in the court?
Even now, Ye Qingmei was clearly a taboo name. The Ye family's wealth had all been transferred to the palace treasury, and the Ye family's business had become royal merchants.
The Overwatch Council had brazenly put Ye Qingmei's name in front of their door. Although Wu Zhu had said that few people in the world knew that his mother was called Ye Qingmei, the royal family of the Kingdom of Qing must have known. Director Chen was a bit too bold. Did he not care about the royal family's reputation?
However, after seeing the short stone tablet, Fan Xian finally understood what Uncle Wu Zhu had said in Danzhou.
"Not many people know that the Young Lady was called Ye Qingmei. The people around her just call her Young Lady. But the name Ye Qingmei, even now, is very famous in the capital."
Fan Xian rubbed his hands and walked forward with his head down. He thought that with such a tablet in front of the Overwatch Council that everyone in the capital feared, it would be difficult for the name Ye Qingmei not to be famous.
All these mental activities happened in a very short period of time. He restrained the expression on his face, pulled up his sleeves, and expressionlessly walked east, as if he did not see the name.
It was because he saw the tablet that Fan Xian could not help but think of the Prime Minister's daughter he was about to marry. According to his father, her mother, the Eldest Princess, was now in charge of the Ye family's business. If there was anything in this world that he felt he should have, this business would be at the top of the list — it was a very strange feeling.
From Teng Zijing, Fan Xian had already found out where Miss Lin lived. But knowing her background and identity, and knowing that the capital was a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, he did not dare to sneak off to spy on her. He had come to the Overwatch Council to find Teacher Fei Jie. He wanted to use the Overwatch Council's heaven-defying methods to find a way to meet the woman who was entangled in Mian's sickbed. At the same time, he wanted to ask Fei Jie to help take a look at the girl's condition.
Unexpectedly, Fei Jie was not in the capital. Fan Xian was a little annoyed. Did he really have to wait until they consummated their marriage to find out what Fei Jie looked like? No, he warned himself. He had to find a way to peep. If something went wrong, he would have time to prepare for his escape.
As he walked, Fan Xian became even more annoyed. He had just arrived in the capital, and he was completely unfamiliar with the roads. He walked back and forth on Tianhe Avenue twice, but he couldn't find where his family's carriage was.
Coincidentally, he saw a child holding a stick of candied hawthorn and was chewing on it as he walked. Taking a whiff of the sweet smell, Fan Xian felt it to be very familiar. He rushed forward, snatched it, and took a bite. Based on the taste, he confirmed that it was from the same stall as the one he had eaten before. Only then did he ask where the stall was.
The child was frightened. He thought he had run into a candied hawthorn robber. Finally, Fan Xian calmed down with two copper coins and pointed him in a direction.
Fan Xian followed the direction and walked for a long time. Sadly, he found that the child was taking revenge on him. This place was clearly not where he should be — he was already at the edge of the capital. Fan Xian did not know this, otherwise he would have been very proud of the strength of his legs and sad about his intelligence.
This place was very desolate. There was a temple.
In the bustling capital, to find such a desolate place was not an easy task. To say it was desolate was not accurate. To be precise, it was unusually clean. Not a speck of dust could be seen on the pillars and eaves of the temple.
He raised his head to look at the black wooden structure in front of him. He couldn't help but think of the Temple of Heaven in his previous life in Beijing. The temple in front of him was much smaller. It seemed to have less of a mysterious connection to the heavens, and more of a worldly elegance.
The front door was painted dark black. It looked very dignified. On the door was a flat horizontal board with the words "Temple of Qing" written on it.
Fan Xian licked the sugar off his teeth. Looking at the two sacred yellow words above his head, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.
This was the Temple of Qing. According to legend, the only place in the Kingdom of Qing that could communicate with the illusory temple, the temple where the royal family worshipped heaven.
Back in Danzhou, Fei Jie had said that the Temple of Heaven was three li away from the palace in the capital. Fan Xian had always thought it was three li away from the palace. He had no idea that "three li away" was actually a place.
Fan Xian's mouth fell open. Before he came to the capital, he had thought that since no one in this world could find the temple, he had to go to the Temple of Heaven to take a look. He didn't know if he could find the answer to the question that had been haunting him for 16 years.
Why did he come to this world?
In the novels he read in his previous life, Xiang Shaolong had a reason. Later on, the transmigrators also had a reason. Later on, there was no need for a reason.
But Fan Xian himself was deeply puzzled. He needed a reason. A reason that could explain why he had been reborn into this world when he was clearly dead.
He had never imagined that the child's random directions would lead him to the Temple of Qing. This realization made him feel slightly dizzy. Perhaps there was some kind of mysterious connection between him and the temple. There was some kind of miraculous fate.
He firmly believed in this. He firmly believed in the fate brought about by a stick of tanghulu.
Stepping forward, Fan Xian was surrounded by silence. He gently pushed open the heavy wooden door that seemed to have not been opened for many years.
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"Stop!"
A loud shout came.
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