In the study of Count Sinan's manor, there was no hint of a palace conspiracy about to unfold.
Fan Jian laughed. Although the child in front of him was clever, he had too little experience in political struggles. It seemed that he would have to slowly teach him. "His Majesty has lived his entire life on horseback. How could he be afraid of such things? It's just that he doesn't want to see his father and son turn against each other, so he used this matter as a warning to the Empress."
The Empress? From what he could see, it would be the empress, the crown prince, the eldest princess... or perhaps the prime minister. Fan Xian continued to ask, "His Majesty should have a better way to resolve this matter. You said before that the Overwatch Council has always supervised the palace treasury. Why did he choose me?"
"It's simple." Fan Jian looked at him, but his eyes seemed to be looking far away, as if he was looking at someone else. "Because I suggested he choose you."
Fan Xian raised his eyebrows. He knew that his father would not explain further, so he changed the subject. "Then why did Chen Pingping object?"
"Because he suggested that His Majesty not choose you," Fan Jian said. "Chen Pingping has always believed that you should walk a different path."
Even the head of the Overwatch Council cared so much about him! Fan Xian suddenly thought of the stone tablet in front of the Council. He could not help but ask, "Why... the Overwatch Council..."
"Why is your mother's name on it? It's simple. The Kingdom of Qing did not have an Overwatch Council. Your mother said that there was an Overwatch Council... "Fan Jian laughed, as if he was very happy." So, the Kingdom of Qing had an Overwatch Council. "
Fan Xian's heart was beating faster than a kangaroo's. His mouth was wide open, and he did not recover for a long time. He thought of a familiar phrase from his previous life: God said, let there be light, and there was light!
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The conversation between father and son continued. It was only today that Fan Xian learned for the first time what kind of terrifying power the Ye family had. When the Qing Kingdom's expeditions to the East and the West had sunk into a financial crisis, it was the Ye family who single-handedly held up the crumbling state government. Currently, the Overwatch Council, which the Emperor used to "unite" the power of the entire Qing Kingdom, had actually been established at the suggestion of his mother. From the establishment of the Council to the enormous expenses, it had all been single-handedly handled and provided by his mother.
No wonder Ye Qingmei's name was written on the door of the Overwatch Council. No wonder he had grown up under the watchful eyes of the Overwatch Council. Fan Xian looked at his father for a long time, then shook his head and sighed. "Father, I have something to say. Please don't be angry."
"Don't worry. When have I ever lost my temper at you?" Fan Jian seemed to have guessed what he was going to say. There was a strange smile on his face.
Fan Xian thought about his wording for a moment. In the end, he didn't know how to organize his words. He forced a smile and straightforwardly said, "Now, I truly wonder … how my mother saw you back then."
"Hahahaha, don't forget your mother's name …" Count Sinan seemed to have not laughed so happily in many years. He waved his hand and dismissed Fan Jian from the study.
Fan Xian walked into the garden and thought, What does this mean? He suddenly understood. Ye Qingmei, Ye Qingmei … looked down on all the men in the world.
— —
"Father didn't blame you, did he?" Fan Ruoruo looked at her brother worriedly. She and Fan Xian did not look like each other. The only similarity they shared was their long eyelashes and fair skin.
Fan Xian forced a smile. "Blame is not the most frightening part of education. The most frightening part is the long exchange of ideas. Parents always think that they should have an exchange of ideas with their children, but they don't know that this is the most unbearable thing … to be forced to be close to the stale shroud of youth. "
He was thinking about what he had just seen. As he passed through the Reception Hall, he saw Fan Sizhe impatiently listening to Lady Liu's lecture. Lady Liu only stopped when she saw him. Fan Xian had shamelessly brought Fan Sizhe to him.
Fan Ruoruo sighed. "There's nothing I can do about it." She suddenly remembered the case that had caused such a ruckus in the capital that day. She asked curiously, "Brother, you once said that if you do something you don't want to do, you must have a very clear and strong reason behind it. Today, you went to court in the capital. There must be a reason. "
Fan Xian nodded.
Fan Ruoruo didn't ask what the reason was. She only asked, "Did you get the result you wanted?"
Fan Xian smiled. "I'm satisfied. At least I know where Father stands in the court. I know that the Fan family's influence in the court is much greater than I thought. As for the reason you can guess, I don't know. After all, I can't become a mosquito and eavesdrop on the conversations of the important people in the palace."
Fan Ruoruo rebuked him. "If it's for something like that, there's no need to take such a risk."
Fan Xian smiled and explained, "In any case, I've made up my mind to beat up that Guo brat. It's good to see how deep the water in the capital is."
"Hey! I don't understand! "Fan Sizhe, who had been listening for a long time, finally couldn't help but shout.
Fan Ruoruo smiled and took out a ruler. Fan Sizhe shouted, "You don't understand, and you still want to beat me?" Fan Ruoruo's smile was oppressive. "How many times have I told you to call me brother?"
"I know I'm wrong, brother." Fan Sizhe was young, but his unscrupulous business mindset made it impossible for him to take a loss.
Fan Xian looked at him, amused. "I saw your revised plan today, and I think you have some talent. How can you not understand what your sister and I are talking about?"
Fan Sizhe shouted angrily, "What shroud? Educational session? Who knew you had so many weird words … but I understand that last sentence." He said angrily, "Hey … you're wrong, brother. That bastard Guo bullied me in the restaurant last time. You should have beaten him up. Why did you wait until last night to beat him up … I don't care. Next time there's something fun and exciting like this, you have to take me with you."
Fan Xian looked at him with a wry smile. He thought to himself, Don't always try to act like a street bully.
When the brother and sister spoke, they didn't avoid Fan Sizhe's eyes. This was Fan Xian's decision. On one hand, it was to let Lady Liu know exactly what he was thinking, so that in the future, they wouldn't get into a fight because of the poor flow of information. It was like the military exchanges between China and the United States in his previous life. Which side would send an observer? Naturally, Fan Sizhe was the observer. On the other hand, he wanted his naughty brother to gradually adapt … to the atmosphere of the Fan family's three treasures. Fan Xian believed that it would subtly influence them to develop certain habits, which would make some people think more positively before making certain decisions.
After Fan Sizhe went to bed, Fan Xian turned his head and asked his sister, "Have you made the appointment?"
Fan Ruoruo nodded and smiled sweetly. "What if someone recognizes us? If the people in the capital knew that you were in such a hurry to see your new wife, I'm afraid they'd all die of laughter … and it might make a lot of people unhappy. "
"Whatever." Fan Xian waved his hand, a little annoyed. "I have to confirm this first."
— — —
Early in the morning, the carriage of the Ye family of the capital's garrison stopped in front of Count Sinan's manor. Ye Ling 'er was waiting anxiously in the carriage. After a while, Fan Ruoruo led a sallow-faced, slightly hunched young man out of the manor. Ye Ling 'er's eyes lit up, and she went to greet them.
Ye Ling 'er curtsied. "Thank you, Miss Fan." She then turned to the hunchbacked young man and smiled. "Sir, are you Sir Fei's student?"
The young man smiled. His sallow-colored skin matched with the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He didn't seem to be in good spirits. He cupped his hands in salute. "That's right."
"Thank you, sir," said Ye Ling 'er.
The young doctor smiled and replied politely, "The patient is important. Let's hurry."
Ye Ling 'er and Fan Ruoruo got into the first carriage, and the young doctor got into the second. As he sat in the seat, he found that the carriage was extremely spacious, very different from the ones commonly seen in the capital. There were no unnecessary decorations inside. It seemed that the Ye family had come from the battlefield, after all, and always had a solemn air. The young doctor was, of course, Fan Xian. Early that morning, with the help of Ruoruo's eyebrow pencil and foundation, he had put on some makeup. This was something he had learned from Fei Jie when he was young, but it seemed that the effect was good.
In fact, the main reason for his confidence was because he believed that he had already made a name for himself in the capital, but few people had actually seen him. At least, Ye Ling 'er and Miss Lin had never seen him. When he thought of Miss Lin, who he was about to see, Fan Xian's heart suddenly raced. No matter what he planned to do in the future, she was, after all, his fiancée in name, and the white-clothed girl he had always been thinking about was obviously from a rich family. If he wanted a wife and a concubine, there was basically no way. It seemed that he would have to make some kind of choice.
As the carriage moved forward, Fan Xian became more and more nervous. Because the direction the carriage was heading in was the royal courtyard, where Miss Lin — his fiancée — currently lived. Pretending to be a doctor today was in itself an extremely absurd thing to do. But when he thought of the chicken leg, and the Ye family, and how a so-called wife was someone you would have to spend the rest of your life with on a pillow, Fan Xian couldn't help but be cautious and bold. Just as he had thought before coming to the capital, no matter what, he had to take a look first. Wasn't she cute? Wasn't she pretty? Wasn't she a loli?
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