It was not easy to live in Jiangnan. How deep was the snow in Jiangnan? The repeated secret edicts of the Qing court threw all of Jiangnan into chaos. The snow, which was not heavy, added an endless chill to the tens of thousands of common people. All of the large merchants felt the pressure and murderous aura coming from Jingdou. The Xiong family of Lingnan and the Sun family of Quanzhou had always been on good terms with the Fan family. Under the pressure of the court, they did not dare move. As for the salt merchants who had always been under the protection of the court nobility and had been stealing the wealth of the world from the side, they began to grow restless.
The change in the way the palace treasury invited business had fundamentally attacked the power Fan Xian possessed. Everyone could see this clearly, particularly Xia Qifei, as Fan Xian's representative in Jiangnan and the current head of the Ming family. He felt the imminent danger. Given the Ming family's influence in Jiangnan and, most importantly, the survival of the Ming family would affect the lives of the people in Jiangnan. It would make the court have some fear when they acted. At least, they would not directly force the Ming family to death in the 11th year of the Qing calendar. If the Ming family truly fell apart, the court would not receive any benefits.
However, this trend was already set. If the situation continued to develop like this, in a few years, the Ming family would gradually be marginalized and gradually swallowed up by the other dozen or so Jiangnan merchants supported by the court. Behind Xia Qifei were the lives of tens of thousands of people. He had no choice but to be cautious and prudent. Furthermore, the long conversation that night with the Jiangnan governor, Xue Qing, made it clear what the court wanted of him.
After that night, Xia Qifei sank into deep thought. He had to choose between Sir Fan junior and the court. It was because of this vexing thought that after he received the Qinian Unit's notice, he did not choose to immediately sneak into Jingdou to meet with Fan Xian. It was not that he had begun to waver. Rather, he knew that Fan Xian had asked him to enter the capital to assess his loyalty. The present situation did not give Xia Qifei the time to demonstrate his loyalty. The situation in Jiangnan was too dangerous, so he only wrote a personally written letter to Fan Xian to express his loyalty as always.
If it had been any other merchant, it would not have been a difficult matter to choose between the court and the already powerless Fan Xian. Merchants pursued profit. They themselves did not have the true power to influence the situation. They had to voluntarily or be forced to lean toward the more powerful side. This was the natural nature of merchants. Even if Xia Qifei abandoned Fan Xian and left, presumably, it would not be surprising or shameful to many people.
However, Xia Qifei was not a normal merchant. This was also the reason Fan Xian had chosen him to be his representative in Jiangnan. This illegitimate child of the Ming family had a very similar life path to Fan Xian. He had wandered the jianghu since he was young and was the leader of the Jiangnan water bandits. Other than the natural bloodline of a merchant, he also had some of the spirit of loyalty of the jianghu people.
Xia Qifei knew that without Sir of Fan, he would not be able to return. was Fan junior would not be able to Fan. of the Ming, of of of, of Ming, he return, he, he, and Ming, he, Fan, he, and he, he.
The Ming family had operated in Jiangnan for countless years. Even when Fan Xian had come to Jiangnan in the past, it had been difficult. Now, under Xia Qifei's lead, they began to launch a resistance against the pressure of the Jiangnan governor's yamen and the secret edict from Jingdou. For a moment, all of Jiangnan fell into chaos.
The Jiangnan governor, Xue Qing, who had worked well with Fan Xian in the past but did not show much of himself, stood up. This high-ranking border official in the Qing court coldly began to suppress the Ming family. Furthermore, he, unexpectedly, once again helped the Fourth Master of the Ming family onto the stage.
This was a move Fan Xian had used in the past. Now, Xue Qing simply copied it and obtained very good results. The Ming Garden had always been divided into a few factions. Although the old Ming family did not have a lot of shares in their hands, they were, after all, people within the Ming family. Now that the differences between the two sides had been put on the table, it was clearly difficult for Xia Qifei to continue protecting Fan Xian's interests in Jiangnan.
However, Xia Qifei still persisted. With the great support of Zhaoshang money house, he turned money into power and permeated the entire Jiangnan officialdom from bottom to top. He did not care about the true implementation of the court's edict. The head of the Ming family knew that the general trend could not be stopped. Sir Fan junior was just waiting for something in Jingdou. What they needed to do was to do their best to preserve his power and allow his wait in Jingdou to continue. The problem was, how long would they have to wait? How long would they have to endure with their lives on the line before they reached the end?
They did not endure for long. It was clear that the Qing court had lost patience with the Jiangnan aristocrats and merchants' lack of cooperation. On the third day after the end of winter tea party the palace treasury transport company held, the head of the Ming family, Xia Qifei, who had sternly opposed the new rules of the palace treasury bidding, was assassinated outside Suzhou.
There were more than 500 black-clothed people assassinating Xia Qifei. No one knew how these killers had passed through the Qing Kingdom's strict internal defenses and arrived outside Suzhou. They also didn't know where these ruthless and military-like killers had come from. Why had the Suzhou government and the Jiangnan governor's manor reacted so slowly when Xia Qifei was assassinated? There were tens of thousands of provincial soldiers on Jiangnan Road. Why had not a single killer been caught after the incident?
The 500 black-clothed killers swallowed Xia Qifei's group of carriages like a tide. Although Xia Qifei was the master of the Jiangnan water bandits and had countless brave men willing to risk their lives for him, in the face of such an unexpected surprise attack, he threw away all his heads and spilled all his blood. In the end, his defensive perimeter was broken through.
The Jiangnan water bandits' new director died in battle. Guan Wumei, who had returned to Suzhou to help take care of affairs, also died in this assassination. Xia Qifei originally had no chance of survival. However, at this critical moment, an unremarkable Ming family servant carried the heavily injured Xia Qifei on his back. Relying on a cold sword in his hand, he killed his way out of the heavy encirclement and carried Xia Qifei back to the Ming family.
The Ming Garden was sealed and not opened for three days.
When the provincial soldiers arrived at the scene of the assassination, other than the bodies of the Ming family servants and guards lying on the ground, they didn't find anything. The black-clothed killers didn't even leave a single body behind.
That night, in the Jiangnan governor's manor, Governor Xue Qing and the two advisors looked at the intelligence report in their hands and began to think deeply. The court disregarded the shock of the world and still wanted to brazenly attack. It was already staking everything on one throw. In Jingdou, the Emperor no longer wanted to play these empty games with Fan Xian and had already lost his patience. However, Xia Qifei had survived such a thunderous attack. This reality made Xue Qing feel slightly disappointed. Presently, the Ming Garden had been sealed. The court could not openly break into the Jiangnan Ming family's garden.
In the intelligence report, the swordsman who had carried Xia Qifei far away on his back had attracted Xue Qing's attention. To be able to break out of the encirclement when faced with hundreds of Qing elite soldiers, a martial artist with such ability had to be a ninth-level ace. There were not many ninth-level aces in the world. To be able to remain hidden by Xia Qifei's side and turn the tide in the end, it could only be a disciple of the Sword Hut that Fan Xian had sent.
The Jiangnan matter did not end there. In this bloody storm, the assassination of the Master of the Ming family was only a prelude. After the Ming family closed the garden, the headquarters of the Jiangnan water bandits in Shazhou began to mobilize their aces in preparation to rush to Suzhou. However, this group of reinforcements had only traveled halfway when they were stopped and disarmed by the provincial soldiers of the court.
The Jiangnan Navy stationed in Shazhou took advantage of the emptiness of the Jiangnan water bandits to carry out the cruelest purge. The Jiangnan water bandits surrounded by the lake were burned by a big fire. No one knew how many people died. The fire burned for three days and three nights and did not stop. It burned the lake dry and burned the reeds into long incense sticks for sacrifice.
There could be countless reasons for the court to purge the Jiangnan water bandits. However, what disappointed Xue Qing was that the Jiangnan Navy was too ruthless. The group of water bandits they had stopped along the way were either dead or injured. The captives were also very stubborn. Not a single person was willing to open their mouth. Thus, his attempt to link the Ming family to the Jiangnan water bandits was forced to a halt.
On the third day of the Ming Garden's closure, the Fourth young master of the Ming family died in the well. It was said that he felt guilty and jumped into the well to commit suicide. Immediately after, the people of the older faction of the Ming family began to gradually wither away. Xia Qifei, who had lost too many of his family and brothers, began a cruel counterattack. At least for now, the Ming Garden had finally stabilized under his bloody methods and the help of the Dongyi warriors.
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The effect of the court using such methods to deal with the Jiangnan giant merchant, the Ming family, was too bad. It could easily cause unrest among the people in Jiangnan and cause the other merchants to develop a sense of distrust toward the court. Furthermore, it should not be forgotten that Xia Qifei now also had the status of an official. His position as the Jiangnan supervisor of the Overwatch Council had not been removed, so the governor's manor would not admit that this matter had anything to do with the government.
Under the Ming family's angry accusations and the Jingdou Overwatch Council headquarters' questioning, with the Jiangnan governor's yamen as the leader, the governments of a few large provinces began to band together and diligently launch an investigation into the assassination of Xia Qifei. Of course, everyone could imagine that this investigation would never have any results.
Strangely, no one, whether it was the government or the Ming family, brought up the Jiangnan water bandits that had disappeared in a sea of fire. It was as if the once-glorious jianghu power in Jiangnan had never existed.
Compared to the inexplicable battle outside Cangzhou and the great victory at the mouth of Hong Mountain that decided the direction of history, the turmoil and killing in Jiangnan were not so eye-catching. The number of people who died was not as many as those two places, and the impact did not appear to be as large as those two places. The nobles and citizens of Jingdou only vaguely knew that there was a very rich family in Jiangnan that did not seem to be doing very well recently. However, the contest in Jiangnan was actually the true contest because it bore the largest portion of the Qing Kingdom's tax revenue and a third of the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.
Furthermore, Jiangnan had always been peaceful. Even when Fan Xian had gone down to Jiangnan and caused chaos, he had carefully controlled the disturbance within a certain range. Although he had provoked a movement of Jiangnan scholars into the streets, he had not caused Jiangnan to fall into chaos. This time, Jiangnan had truly fallen into chaos. If Xia Qifei had not luckily survived and used even more ruthless methods to soothe his sorrowful heart, perhaps Jiangnan would have already completely fallen into the court's control. Regarding this, it could only be said that Fan Xian's luck in this life was indeed good. The trust he had placed in his trusted subordinates had completely exceeded the returns.
The cold war between the Emperor and Fan Xian became a hot battle in three important places. Other than these three places, something else happened outside Yingzhou. However, this matter did not attract too much attention. Su Wenmao, an official of the Overwatch Council and the head of the palace treasury transport company who had been stripped of his official position by the court and escorted back to Jingdou for trial, passed through Yingzhou. When the group of prisoner carriages had just left Yingzhou, they were attacked by a group of mountain bandits. That day, countless officials of the Ministry of Justice responsible for escorting the criminal officials were killed or injured. Su Wenmao had one of his arms chopped off. In the end, whether he was alive or dead was unknown.
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"Back then, the Yingzhou mountain bandit was actually Guan Wumei, right? That year, I took a boat down to Jiangnan. The first group I came into contact with was her. Then, through her connections, I found the seventh young master of the Ming Dynasty, Xia Qifei."
On the 28th of the twelfth month of the 10th year of the Qing calendar, Jiangnan's intelligence finally arrived at the Fan manor through Baoyue Brothel. Fan Xian looked at the intelligence report in his hand and was silent for a moment. He then said, "The Jiangnan water bandits had long been secretly recruited. The focus of the Hangzhou Conference has always been in Yingzhou. The tragic scene after the river burst its banks has long disappeared. The present Yingzhou Zhizhou is a good official I personally picked. How could there be so many mountain bandits again?"
Fan Xian smiled, but his smile was slightly desolate. He turned his head to glance at Lin Wan 'er and said, "You and I have struggled for so many years, but it still can't compare to the Emperor's unreasonable and blind killing."
When Fan Xian had come down to Jiangnan, he had passed by Yingzhou and found that the people's livelihood was difficult. Later, the palace treasury was rejuvenated. The court's national treasury was filled, and the palace treasury was plentiful. At the first moment, the Hangzhou Conference that Lin Wan 'er hosted began to throw silver into the poor provinces on both sides of the Yangtze River. At that time, there was Fan Xian and Princess Chen's reputation holding the line. There was also the Overwatch Council's sinister surveillance, so there were no officials who dared to take silver from it. The people's livelihood in Jiangnan should be better than before.
"The Sword Hut sent a total of six people down to Jiangnan. I left three in the palace treasury because that is the most important place. The other three are mainly responsible for Xia Qifei and Su Wenmao's safety. I don't want these people following me to all die," Fan Xian said expressionlessly. "Even so, such a big problem still occurred. I hope Wenmao will be able to survive."
Lin Wan 'er watched him quietly from the side. She knew that there was a lot of pain and pressure in his heart. Fan Xian lowered his head and thought deeply for a moment. He then slowly raised his head. A flame seemed to begin to burn in his eyes. This flame was very much like the fire that had burned in the lake for three days and three nights. It was as if countless wronged souls were struggling, wailing, crying, and howling in this fire.
The situation in Jingdou was also full of bitter wind and rain. Yan Bingyun was still in Dingzhou dealing with the matters of the Qingzhou battle. Even though he had already left Dingzhou, he still had to spend some time on the road. It was during this time that the Imperial Censorate took the opportunity to begin its pressure on the Overwatch Council. Of the two Directors of the Overwatch Council, one was dead and the other was crippled. Yan Bingyun was unable to obtain the Overwatch Council's heartfelt obedience. A group of dragons was without a leader. Relying on the Emperor's indulgence and the cooperation of the Hall of Governmental Affairs, the Imperial Censorate's Imperial Censorate began a cruel purge of the Overwatch Council under He Zongwei's lead.
The first to bear the brunt was the First Bureau. In just three days, over 30 Overwatch Council officials had been arrested and thrown into the Supreme Court. It was rare for the seemingly gentle civil officials to have a chance to act against the Overwatch Council. They would not be polite. The various torture devices in the prison all began to take effect.
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Defeated. Fan Xian had lost. He lost again and again until he was utterly defeated. Fan Xian knew he was wrong. The Emperor was like Dong Mountain. Even if he created countless storms under heaven, as long as this mountain did not fall, the Qing court would not fall into chaos. No matter how big the storm, it would still be cold.
The secret news that came from the Heavenly Palace was like the last straw that pressed down on Fan Xian's heart, forcing him to immediately make a choice. A beauty that had been chosen to enter the Palace was said to be pregnant with a dragon's seed. Hearing this news, Fan Xian couldn't help but smile coldly. It looked like the celery's demon-killing effect was indeed not very effective against a monster like a Great Grandmaster.
"Xia Qifei is having a difficult time in Jiangnan. If I still don't act, he won't even be able to protect himself, much less support me." Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly. "The more of my power I lose, the more ruthless the Emperor's methods will be. This is a matter that complements each other. At the beginning, he will come slowly, but my counterattack power will become smaller and smaller. His worries will also become less and less, and his methods will become more and more crazy until he finally turns me into a loner. "
"The court's actions in Jiangnan are actually very unwise," Lin Wan 'er said in a quiet voice. "Anyone with eyes knows what the Ming family's predicament is. The court's actions this time are too obvious, and the methods they use are too bloody. I'm afraid the Jiangnan merchants will be at odds with each other from now on."
"Not only is it unwise, it can even be called stupid. However, it is very clear that the Emperor does not care about this. He only cares about using the shortest amount of time to completely destroy me and shatter any hope I have." Fan Xian's expression was wooden. "For some reason, it seems that he is also somewhat anxious."
Lin Wan 'er looked at him. Her heart trembled slightly. Although the husband and wife did not say anything explicitly, she only needed one look to know what he was thinking in his heart. Particularly under such circumstances, his expression was enough to prove his thoughts.
Just like this, two clear streams of tears flowed out from Wan 'er's eyes. She stared at Fan Xian in a daze and said in a trembling voice, "But, what can you do?"
Fan Xian was silent for a long time. He then gently pulled her into his arms and held her as gently as if he was holding a child. In a quiet voice, he said, "Although I have lost again and again and appear to have no power to retaliate, it actually proves something that I really want to know."
"The Emperor is, in the end, old. He is no longer as patient as he was in the past. He is steady and cold to a frightening degree and doesn't give people any chances," Fan Xian lowered his head and said by his wife's ear. Fan Xian lowered his head and said by his wife's ear, "After taking off that dragon robe, the Emperor is more like a normal person. Perhaps this is my opportunity."
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Time changed. Fan Xian did not have time to wait for the black-shrouded relative to return from the world of ice and snow. If he truly continued to wait like this, even if the Emperor continued to resist killing him, even if he waited until Uncle Wu Zhu returned, at that time, everyone he cared about would probably all die, just like the people in the Jiangnan water bandits, Guan Wumei, Su Wenmao, and the officials in the Overwatch Council.
He had to counterattack. Furthermore, he did indeed have a secret in his hands that even the Emperor did not know about. However, he knew that once the counterattack regarding the palace treasury truly began, there would be no turning back between Fan Xian's faction and the person in the Royal Palace. Perhaps the entire Qing Kingdom would sink into chaos because of this. If Fan Xian lost, countless people behind him would probably die.
Fan Xian did not have the confidence to defeat his Emperor. When he bravely stood out with his life as the price, he had to leave a path of retreat for the family and friends he cared about. After that autumn rain, he no longer cared about his own life and death, but he still cared about the life and death of others.
Because of this path of retreat, the Fan manor was quiet for a long time after the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. The atmosphere was oppressive for a long time. Even the two little children seemed to have noticed their father's strange emotions and no longer dared to make a loud noise.
Because of this path of retreat, the Fan manor was quiet for a long time after the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. The atmosphere was oppressive for a long time. Even the two little children seemed to have noticed their father's strange emotions and didn't make any loud noises.
After a very tasteless new year, Fan Xian casually ate some dumplings and shut himself in the study. He shut himself in for seven days. It was not until the seventh that he came out of the study.
Everyone in the manor was waiting outside the study. Lin Wan 'er stood to the side and looked at him worriedly. Sisi brought a bowl of ginseng soup to his hands.
Sisi's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly felt an ominous premonition, but she bit her lips tightly and did not make a sound. She believed that the young master she had watched grow up was not a mortal. No matter what kind of predicament he faced, he would easily solve it, just like he had in the past twenty years.
On the seventh day of the New Year, classes began at the Imperial College. After washing up, Lin Wan'er helped him tidy up his clothes and sent him to the main entrance of the mansion. On the way there, her hands trembled slightly.
The morning sunlight broke through the cold clouds that had sealed the capital for a long time and shone down coldly. Lin Wan'er stared at Fan Xian's handsome cheek in a daze. She didn't know if she would ever see it again. Suddenly, she saw a strand of white hair on Fan Xian's temple, shining in the morning light. She couldn't help but feel her heart wrench in pain.
She tried her best to remain calm as she asked, "Have you figured anything out after thinking for seven days?"
Fan Xian sighed and recovered the laziness and helplessness he had when he first entered Jingdou. He smiled and said, "Thinking for seven days, hoping to become a Great Grandmaster. Don't you think I'm being too delusional?"
Lin Wan'er covered her mouth and laughed. "What wishful thinking."
"There has been a reply to the message I asked Eunuch Dai to deliver to the palace before the new year. His Majesty has asked me to enter the palace in the afternoon." Fan Xian glanced at his wife with pity. "His Majesty has always loved you. Adding to the fact that he is old, I don't think he will make things difficult for you. If you are not comfortable in Jingdou, go back to Danzhou. His Majesty has to give grandmother some face."
Lin Wan'er continued to cover her mouth and asked with a smile, "I'm too lazy to leave. I'll wait for you at home. But you, have you really thought of something?"
Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders and said like a ruffian, "What idea? His Majesty doesn't have any openings on his body … ah, I remember. A man surnamed Xiong once said that since he doesn't have openings on his body, then he is openings. "
"You're joking again." Lin Wan'er covered her mouth and laughed until she was about to cough out tears.
"I was joking anyway." Fan Xian lowered his head and gently kissed Wan'er on the forehead. He then climbed into the carriage without turning his head.
Watching the carriage head in the direction of Dongchuan Road and the Imperial College, the smile on Lin Wan'er's face immediately turned into desolation. She lowered the sleeve she had covered her mouth with. There were two spots of blood on the white sleeve. These seven days had been difficult for her. Her old illness had relapsed, and she was very sad.
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"Confucius said to become righteous. Mencius said to take righteousness. Only when righteousness is done, then benevolence is at its peak. Reading the books of the saints, what have you learned … I have no regrets. Since ancient times, those with lofty ideals who believed in righteousness under heaven should not be moved by success or failure … "
A voice, so calm and even slightly cold, rang out in front of the little lake in the Imperial College. More than a hundred students of the Imperial College listened quietly to Sir Fan junior's lesson. Many people felt that Sir Fan junior's mood was strange. He seemed to like to joke mischievously, but those mischievous jokes were not very funny. Many people felt that Sir Fan junior had something on his mind.
Hu the Scholar watched this scene quietly from under a large tree. His old heart was comforted. He thought he knew what Fan Xian was worried about, so he was comforted. It was the seventh day of the New Year, the first class of the Imperial College. In the afternoon, the Emperor would summon Fan Xian into the Palace. The upper echelons of the Qing court all knew that it was Fan Xian who had invited them into the Palace this time. Naturally, Hu the Scholar thought that under the Emperor's repeated blows and in front of the great battle results the Qing Kingdom had achieved, Fan Xian had admitted defeat.
Thinking of the Qing Kingdom ruler and officials being of one mind, father and son of one mind, unifying the world and living in harmony, Hu the Scholar felt incomparably comforted. He didn't even pay attention to the specific contents of Fan Xian's lesson.
"Kong is not Jiu Kong pretending to be Wang Lihong. It is not Kong Ming waving a fan, and it is even less likely to mean eye-catching. Mencius … hmm, I don't really like this person because he likes to argue too much. He is similar to me. "
Fan Xian smiled as he lectured to the hundred Imperial College students by the lake. He didn't care whether or not these students could understand. There were indeed collections of classics and history in this world, but there were no Confucius, Mencius, or many other philosophers. There were theories of benevolence and righteousness, but very few were as clear as what Confucius said.
"Such a thing as risking one's life for righteousness must occasionally be done, but … I am not that kind of person. I have always been afraid of death."
After these words were said, all of the Imperial College students laughed. They felt that in Sir Fan junior's messy lecture, a joke that they could understand had finally appeared.
"But!"
Fan Xian's expression suddenly became cold. After waiting for the surroundings to quiet down, he said, word by word, "How many people are different from animals? Is it only those who value righteousness? Not necessarily … a person's instinct is to seek life and avoid death. However, a person is worthy of respect when they can bravely meet death. Why meet death? Naturally, it is because there are things in this world that are more important than life and death. "
"This still has nothing to do with me." He smiled. Then, there was silence all around. Everyone felt that something was strange. All of the Imperial College students stared in a daze at him by the lake. No one laughed out loud.
"I had always thought that there was nothing in this world more important than one's own life and death. Later, I discovered that a person's desire is an extraordinary thing. A person having the right to choose is an extraordinary thing." Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then said, "Since we are going to die, then we have to choose a way for us to die to our heart's content. Although the phrase 'no regrets' is a bit vulgar, in the end, it is still a very practical thing."
"How should a person live their life?"
Fan Xian looked around and asked this question. Naturally, no one answered. After a moment of silence, his voice reverberated through the quiet Imperial College.
"I've thought about this question my entire life and still haven't understood it. Copying many books, earning a lot of money, marrying many wives, having many children … uh, I seem to have done it all. Then, I thought about it for a long time and came to a general conclusion. It is to live however I want, as long as I live with a clear conscience."
"This is roughly what I want to say today."
After saying this, Fan Xian left the Imperial College and sat in the lonely black carriage, leaving behind a group of confused and baffled young Imperial College students looking at each other, as well as Hu the Scholar, whose expression had changed dramatically after he finally understood what Fan Xian was saying.
Hu the Scholar left the Imperial College in fear and hurried in the direction of the Royal Palace. It was still early. Fan Xian would only be able to enter the Palace in the afternoon. He hoped he still had time to say something to the Emperor, advise him, and prevent something from happening.
Fan Xian's rambling speech in the Imperial College spread out in the shortest amount of time. There was no need for people with intentions to add fuel to the fire. In reality, all of Jingdou, those sensitive people had been waiting for this Jingdou idler's reaction.
In contrast to all of these people's hurried nervousness, Fan Xian was very calm. There was still some time before he entered the Palace. He arrived at Xinfeng Restaurant and began to enjoy the rare, perhaps last, enjoyment of the winter — a few steaming baskets of jietang buns, as well as Da Bao, who had a bun face on the side of the table.
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