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What is your mother's surname? My mother's surname is Ye.
Before coming to Dongyi, Fan Xian had expected that he would certainly run into people, matters, or pasts related to the old Ye family. He knew that after his mother, Ye Qingmei, came to this world, her first stop was Dongyi.
On the night he was 16, Uncle Wu Zhu had told him everything about Ye Qingmei for the first time, everything that this amnesiac remembered. The Ye family's business began in Dongyi. The first fortune they seized in the world was also in Dongyi. Later, for some reason, Ye Qingmei chose the Qing Kingdom, which was not very powerful at the time. Perhaps, it could be said that she chose the unusually powerful Emperor.
Ye Qingmei left Dongyi. Fan Xian didn't know if she ever returned. He knew that this large city must have been very important to her. However, he had not thought that Sigu Jian would suddenly bring up the past and use such an awkward and crude excuse.
"Forget it, forget it." Fan Xian glanced at Sigu Jian and smiled bitterly. "I know what you want to say. However, she is she, and I am me."
"Can it be split open? Is your mother willing to see Dongyi, which she once fought for, become something no different from any other county in the Qing Kingdom? " Sigu Jian smiled mockingly. "One cannot forget one's roots. You are her son. You are also a Dongyi person."
Fan Xian raised his brows and simply sat down in the empty space beside the wheelchair. His two legs dangled in the sword grave, swinging around emptily. With a cold smile, he said, "Although I did not personally see what happened on Dong Mountain, I still know some details. I have also heard the words you once said to Uncle Wu Zhu. "
"You want me to be the Master of Dongyi?" Fan Xian turned his head and glanced at Sigu Jian. With slight mockery, he said, "Just because I am half a Dongyi person? Did you think of such a response after hiding in the Sword Hut for so long? Don't forget, in the end, I am a Qing person. My relationship with the Emperor has already been decided. Don't expect to use your identity as the City Lord to stir up His Majesty's suspicions and force me to break off relations with him. "
He waved his arm and said calmly, "Impossible."
"Of course, I will not be the Master of Dongyi."
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Sigu Jian coldly said, "You are so afraid of death. Of course, you are afraid that your Emperor will kill you. I have never hoped that you would take over Dongyi. I am only reminding you that you do not need to innately think for the benefit of the Qing people. I am only comforting you. Even if you think for Dongyi, it is not a treasonous thing."
"I have thought enough on behalf of the people of Dongyi." Fan Xian did not budge an inch. "The words I said earlier, do you think that other than me, who would give up so many benefits? Who would risk His Majesty's wrath to persuade him to accept these conditions? "
"This is enough?" Sigu Jian closed his eyes and slowly said, "Perhaps, you've never thought about how your mother died?"
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In the depths of the Sword Hut, countless swords in the large pit began to tremble at the same time. They gave off a mournful cry and trembled endlessly. It was as if they would all break in the next moment. Fan Xian's legs, which were suspended in the sword grave, also stopped moving in this instant. A serious expression gradually appeared between his brows. An indescribable emotion rose in his eyes.
There was no one around. Given Sigu Jian's realm, he was not worried that someone would eavesdrop. However, Fan Xian still felt his heart begin to tighten. With each twitch, it was difficult to resist the pain.
He took a deep breath. His face was unnaturally white. In a quiet voice, he said, "Or perhaps, do you have any ideas that can convince others?"
"No," Sigu Jian said coldly. Sigu Jian coldly said, "I am only guessing. How could someone like your mother die so mysteriously? If a pig-headed empress of the Qing Kingdom or that old whore the empress dowager could kill your mother, then your mother would not be your mother."
"Just like that?"
"Ku He also guessed. Chen Pingping also guessed. Why can't I guess?"
Fan Xian's lips trembled slightly. In a quiet voice, he said, "It's best not to talk about guessing. It will kill someone."
"Is that so?" Sigu Jian suddenly laughed loudly. His laughter was filled with endless viciousness and mockery. "It is rare to see someone as afraid of death as you."
Fan Xian knew what he was looking down on. Without changing his expression, he said, "To be able to easily kill one's entire family, such a person is rare."
Sigu Jian's expression changed. A ruthless light appeared in his eyes. It was as if he could attack and kill Fan Xian at any moment. A heart-rending sword intent began to spread through the air again. This time, Fan Xian did not seem to feel anything. He glanced at him disdainfully and said, "If you did it, then you did it. Are you afraid of people talking about it?"
"As for me? You don't need to worry about my matters. " He furrowed his brows tightly and sighed helplessly. "Sometimes, I truly don't understand what you important figures, old creatures, are thinking. Why must you push me to the opposite side of the Emperor? Do you really think I have the power to oppose him? Most importantly, do you really think that I'm willing to … resist him? "
He looked at Sigu Jian's angry eyes and shook his head. "No matter what, he is still my father, so I don't understand what you people think."
"Father?" Sigu Jian shrunk his body into the wheelchair. His entire person was like a sharp sword that had returned to its sheath. There was no longer any light. "If I really get angry, I can kill both father and mother."
Fan Xian's heart trembled slightly. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He thought to himself that there was truly no need to discuss such things as human ethics with this idiot.
As for the true cause of Ye Qingmei's death, at the most crucial moment of the Jingdou rebellion, before the Eldest Princess died, she had pointed it out to Fan Xian. Chen Pingping's actions, whether intentional or not, seemed to prove this point. However, Chen Pingping did not say it clearly. Minister Fan also did not say it clearly. After these two old comrades, who had personally experienced this matter, suspected each other for many years, they finally set their sights on a certain person.
However, they did not want to tell Fan Xian this matter clearly and clearly. Other than Sigu Jian, who feared nothing and only wanted to see the Qing Kingdom go into trouble, no one tried to lead Fan Xian onto a path of no return just because of speculation.
"You are about to die. Don't hope to see the Qing Kingdom fall into internal chaos before you die." Fan Xian nodded his head slightly. It was as if he wanted to convince Sigu Jian and himself. "Accept my sincerity and peacefully wait for your death. I will look after the millions of people in Dongyi well for you."
Sigu Jian stared coldly in front of him for a long time. He then said, "Believe me, one day, you will walk the path that the wretched heavens have arranged for you."
"I am going to defy the heavens!" Fan Xian said with a loud laugh. He laughed until he began to cough. His face flushed red and he cut a wretched figure.
Sigu Jian glanced at him disdainfully.
Fan Xian was angered by this gaze. Gritting his teeth, he said in an icy voice, "Regardless of whether it is Ku He or you, it seems that before they died, they all placed their hopes on me. Is this not a ridiculous thing in itself? This is not the will of heaven. It is just the selfish thoughts of you major figures. "
"Selfish?" Sigu Jian shook his head. "I don't know what that old baldy did before he died."
Fan Xian shrugged and said, "He sent his best disciple to Jingdou to extend Chen Pingping's life. It looks like he is counting on Chen Pingping to become the cause of internal chaos in the Qing Kingdom."
"Ha ha ha ha …" Sigu Jian couldn't resist roaring with laughter. As he laughed, he cursed, "So, that's what that damn baldy thinks. It looks like he is counting on the Qing Emperor and Chen Pingping to make a huge ruckus. You will be stuck in the middle, unable to be a person, and then he will force you to go crazy. Hmm, your judgment is not bad. He is the same as me. We both place our hopes on you. However … "
Sigu Jian twisted his neck and said disdainfully, "Ku He is too stupid. It would have been better to directly force you on such a matter. Why go through Chen Pingping? Ku He underestimated that old dog's loyalty to the Qing Emperor."
"Please, I am right in front of you. Isn't it a bit boring for you to directly force me to rebel?" As Fan Xian sighed, he pointed at the large pit in front of him and the sword that appeared particularly old after being weathered by the wind and rain. "I clearly know that there is a pit in front of me. Am I still going to jump in?"
Sigu Jian did not directly answer this question. He shrunk his body and said, "Actually, regardless of whether or not you admit that you are a Dongyi person, I am not too worried about the stupid people in this city. Don't forget, Miss Ning is an Eastern Barbarian through and through. That First Prince of yours can't be like you and refuse to admit his origins. "
Fan Xian shrugged. He knew what he said was correct. The Emperor only had three sons left. Two of the grown ones had too many ties to Dongyi. If the Qing Kingdom truly sent troops to attack, it would indeed be troublesome.
"The most important problem is that there are many pits in one's life. You clearly know that it is in front of you, but you have no choice but to jump in with your eyes wide open."
Sigu Jian pursed his lips and pointed one arm toward the depths of the sword pit. His entire body was mixed with the aura of an old man and an irresistible pressure. Faintly, he said, "Three years ago, I told Zhilan that even though I knew that there was a pit in front of me, I was still going to jump in."
He was talking about the Dong Mountain matter. Regardless of whether it was Ku He or Sigu Jian, before they set off to assassinate the Emperor, they had both thought about it countless times. They had both suspected that it was a pit. However, time waited for no one. The situation was pressing. The two Great Grandmasters had no choice but to jump. They had fallen wretchedly.
Fan Xian was silent for a moment. He then said, "There's nothing more to say about these things. After the diplomatic group arrives, what needs to be done has to be done. You don't need to worry about my matters. So, shouldn't we talk about happier things right now?"
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"Happier?" Sigu Jian suddenly cursed angrily. "I am about to die. I haven't left this broken hut in two years. How can I be happy?"
"Oh, you are truly pitiful. Although your cultivation is there, it is difficult for you to move. You don't dare to casually leave the Hut and have been forced to sit for years by your eldest disciple," Fan Xian said mockingly. Fan Xian laughed mockingly and said, "Back then, King Wei Ling was starved to death by his own son in the Li Palace. If Yun Zhilan also did the same thing, you, a Great Grandmaster, would die too unsightly a death."
"I am not useless like King Wei Lingwang." Sigu Jian's eyes were sunken and suffused with a cold light. "I just don't want to go out. What does that have to do with Zhilan?"
"Sitting in a wheelchair in the sun is indeed a pitiful feeling of being old and about to die. However, you have to get used to it." Fan Xian knew he was speaking the truth. Even if he was a Great Grandmaster about to die, if he wanted to leave the Hut, who dared to stop him? Who could stop him?
"Hmm, that makes sense." Sigu Jian suddenly lowered his head to glance at him. "The sun is pretty good today. Why don't you push me out for a walk?"
Fan Xian froze where he stood. He didn't know how many aces were watching him covetously outside the Sword Hut. Even if Sigu Jian spoke to protect him, walking in Dongyi? The difficulty was a bit too great.
"The Northern Qi Emperor is still in the Hut," he said quietly with his head lowered.
"Isn't that your woman? Let's walk around together. "Sigu Jian coughed and called over a child. He went to the room to invite the Northern Qi Emperor out. Before long, the little Emperor, who had already put on her clothes, slowly walked over from the other side of the sword grave. From a distance, she saw Sigu Jian sitting in a wheelchair, as well as Fan Xian sitting rudely by the sword grave.
The clothes from last night had long been torn. The Sword Hut had prepared well. The little Emperor, Zhan Doudou, was wearing light green clothing. It did not look seductive at all. It only had the aura of a weak scholar.
Coming to their side, the little Emperor smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "It is indeed difficult to see the sword saint's face."
Sigu Jian tilted his head slightly and rudely did not reply to this question. Instead, he waved his hand and chased the child far away. After a long time, the corners of his lips twitched. Looking at the Northern Qi Emperor, he quietly said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
"The sword saint is too polite." The little Emperor's gaze didn't even glance at Fan Xian sitting on her. This kind of composure was truly first-rate in the world.
However, her calm exterior was easily broken by Sigu Jian. This Great Grandmaster smiled and gazed at the Northern Qi Emperor with a complicated expression. In a raspy voice, he said, "There is nothing good to see an old creature like me. However, a female Emperor is the first in a thousand years. I am very happy to be able to see Your Majesty with my own eyes."
After these words were said, the Northern Qi Emperor's expression immediately changed. She stared angrily and coldly at Fan Xian. However, Fan Xian did not have any reaction.
Sigu Jian gazed at the little Emperor and said with a slight smile, "First, I already know that Your Majesty is a woman. Second, I am about to die and won't go around telling people. I am a strange person who likes to keep candy in my own box and not share it with others. "
Sigu Jian didn't look at the little Emperor, whose expression changed endlessly. He continued in a quiet voice, "Third, because I am about to die, we can speak more directly between us. Earlier, I was urging Fan Xian to rebel. I wonder if Your Majesty is interested in this suggestion."
The little Emperor took a deep breath and forcefully pushed down the slight fear and unease in her heart. Calmly, she said, "I am very interested in this suggestion. If Sir Fan junior's rebellion fails, you can come live in Northern Qi."
"I also think so. Regardless of whether it is being the Master of the City or a male empress, presumably it is both more comfortable than being the Qing Emperor's servant. However, he is not willing to agree."
Fan Xian sat by the edge of the pit beside the sword grave and said, "A scholar's rebellion cannot be accomplished in 10 years. Don't you know that I am the most famous scholar in the world?"
"Yes." Sigu Jian smiled strangely and looked at the little Emperor. "That is why we have decided not to continue this topic. Instead, we are going to the seaside in the city for a walk. I wonder if Your Majesty is interested."
"Can I say no?" the little Emperor asked angrily.
Fan Xian replied from below, "Of course not."
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Sigu Jian was the god of Dongyi. Regardless of whether it was actively or passively, a distance was always maintained between gods. It was clear that this Great Grandmaster in the wheelchair had not come out to casually look at the street view in many years. His entire being appeared to be rather excited.
Fan Xian and the little Emperor walked slowly behind the wheelchair. Occasionally, they would glance at each other but didn't speak. They were actually very shocked that the three of them had so easily left the Sword Hut without the Sword Hut and Northern Qi aces discovering any trace.
Even if it was Sigu Jian, it still shocked Fan Xian that he could do this. Walking through the streets and alleys of Dongyi, Fan Xian could clearly sense that no one was following them. Given Sigu Jian's realm, if someone followed them for more than a moment, they would probably immediately be hacked into countless balls of blood by the rootless sword intent on the wheelchair.
The three of them came to a large tree on the outskirts of the city. The tree crown stretched out widely. The green color blocked out the sky and sun. They rested there, hiding from the blazing sun.
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