Gong Dian was recognized as one of the strongest fighters in the capital. He had experienced countless life and death situations in his life, but he had never imagined that he would meet such a powerful figure in the heavily guarded capital, next to the Temple of Qing.
The aura of the person behind him was not very strong, but the feeling of being one with the environment was something that Gong Dian had only seen from his uncle. He and the commander of the capital's garrison were brothers, and his uncle was Ye Liuyun, one of the four grandmasters in the world.
From what he knew, he could not imagine that a grandmaster would disregard his identity and appear behind him like an assassin!
The room was silent for a long time.
The little finger on Gong Dian's left hand trembled slightly. He knew that he could no longer maintain this passive balance, and a cold light flashed in his eyes!
Without any warning, the Real Qi in his body rushed out, and his whole body turned into a gray dragon. His left foot kicked backwards, and his right hand hooked. "Clang!" A clear sound rang out, and the blade cut through the air. It turned into a fearless slash, and chopped behind him!
With a muffled grunt, the slash hit nothing but air. The mysterious grandmaster from before had long disappeared.
Gong Dian's inner strength was vigorous, and after his slash missed, he was unable to restrain his spirit. His chest felt as if it had been struck by lightning, and a hot current rushed up his body. Two streaks of blood seeped out of his nostrils.
Looking at the empty ground, there was no fear in Gong Dian's eyes, only a trace of confusion. The opponent clearly had the ability to easily assassinate him, so why did he leave in the end?
In an instant, he thought of the youth from the day before, which was very similar to his own. He guessed that the grandmaster who had just appeared and disappeared might have some connection to his own school, and that was why he had been merciful.
After resting for a while, he walked out of the small room with a somewhat dispirited expression, ready to return to the manor.
Why did Wu Zhu not kill him? It was obvious that it was not because of Ye Liuyun's incense. After all, Wu Zhu was a monster who even dared to kill Ye Liuyun. The reason was actually very simple. Yesterday, Gong Dian had made Fan Xian vomit blood, so today, Wu Zhu wanted to make Gong Dian vomit blood. It was that simple.
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It was still early when Fan Sizhe returned to Fan Manor. Fan Sizhe was still in his study, working on his money-making project. Ruoruo had been sent off to someone. In the entire garden, there were only a few servants and maids. Although some of the maids were very pretty, Fan Xian was not in a good mood, and the environment was not right, so he had no interest in teasing them.
He drank a cup of tea and frowned. Who was it that was in the Temple of Qing today? Why was the other party guarding him there? Could it be … that it was a family member left behind by the lady in white, waiting for him?
Thinking of this possibility, Fan Xian's heart warmed. But, thinking of Wu Zhu's message, his heart immediately cooled. If it was as he guessed, Uncle Wu Zhu would certainly not care. He was a wooden person and was not very interested in the matters of love.
Fan Xian changed into a lighter set of clothes, loosened his belt, and entered his father's study. To his surprise, he found Count Sinan there.
"There's not much to do in the ministry today." Fan Jing had his son sit down. "You've been in the capital for a few days now. Don't be fooling around outside all day. I already know about what happened in the restaurant yesterday. In the future, you should avoid these kinds of conflicts as much as possible. Don't be like that good-for-nothing brother of yours."
Fan Xian laughed bitterly. He didn't want to explain any further. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "Father, when can I go see Miss Lin?"
Fan Jing seemed surprised that the young man would make such a suggestion. "When you're married," he said with a smile, "you'll see her every day. Are you in a rush?"
Fan Xian pursed his lips into a smile. "After marriage is after marriage. I don't want to go to the bridal chamber without knowing what my wife looks like." He thought for a moment, then smiled. "I see my sister, that Ye Ling'er, and Princess Rou Jia are often out. Is there anything wrong with keeping a distance between a man and a woman?"
"A young man and a young woman seeing each other isn't too much." Fan Jing smiled. "But you must know that Miss Lin's identity is rather special. Although her surname is Lin, she has little to do with the Prime Minister's manor. She grew up in the palace. For the sake of the royal family, and for the sake of the Eldest Princess, His Majesty took her in as his adopted daughter. She was given the title of Princess - but this Princess is different from Rou Jia."
Fan Jing's voice was a little suppressed. "Although few people know that she is the daughter of the Eldest Princess, and that she is the daughter of Master Lin... no one dares to say it, and no one dares to admit it. She lives in the palace for many years, and very few people see her. It was only at the beginning of the year that she moved out because of that incident, and because of her poor health. "
Fan Xian sighed. "I heard that she was in poor health, so I wanted to see her. Perhaps I could be of some help."
Fan Jing frowned. "You and Fei Jie have only been together for a year and a half. Do you dare to say that you are better than the imperial physicians? Young people should be modest and cautious. "
Fan Xian agreed, but he still didn't give up. "But you have to at least let me know what she looks like, right?"
"You married her not for her, but for what she stands for." Fan Jing looked at him coldly. "You must abandon all unrealistic ideas, and be as hard as a rock to crush any stale feelings of warmth."
Fan Xian furrowed his brows with some disgust and said, "I feel that your words are also very corny."
Fan Jing was slightly angry. "How can you say that?"
Fan Xian smiled, and replied respectfully, "I've said it before. I am not a person who is easy to control."
"Don't you want to take back everything that belongs to you?" Fan Jing seemed to have thought of something, and calmed down.
Fan Xian was surprised, and then very seriously said, "Actually... when I was in Danzhou, I learned many things. I believe that I have the ability to achieve things in this world that correspond to my abilities. If I can take back my mother's business, of course I won't object, but this must be based on my own will. If I want to, I will do it. If I don't want to, I won't. It's that simple."
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