"We, the common people, are so happy today! Really, really f * cking happy! "Fan Xian was drinking soy milk and chewing on fried dough sticks in the Flower Hall, feeling very comfortable.
He had to admit that he was lucky. He was already dead, but he had come to this world to live again. He was born pitiful, with his mother dead and his father not wanting him — but later he found out that the people who killed his mother had all been killed. As a son, he wanted to take revenge, but there was no way to do so. Although his father had some problems, at least he didn't show an attitude that he couldn't stand. Another thing was that he had planned to copy books, earn some hard-earned money, and live a good life in this world — but he hadn't thought that there would be a pile of shiny things waiting for him to disdain.
Most importantly, if he wanted to make this quick money, he would have to go against his will and accept the arrangements of those big shots, marrying a woman he had never met — and in the end, that woman was the one he liked!
There were people who were lucky, and there were people who were always lucky, but Fan Xian didn't believe that his luck was as good as his. Seeing that he was in a good mood, Lady Liu didn't react, but Fan Sizhe was interested. After his mother left, he asked in a low voice, "Big Brother, why are you so happy? I've already found a place for the shop. When are you going to take a look? "
"Didn't you invite the shopkeeper?" Fan Xian was in a good mood, and his face beamed with happiness. "I told you to take care of this yourself, and if there's anything wrong, come find me. If you think you're too young and can't handle it, there are so many people in the manor, you can pick any two of them. "
Fan Sizhe shouted, "You're the boss, the books are yours, and you've paid for half of it. You have to take a look."
Hearing the words "boss," Fan Xian said happily, "Fine, then I'll go in a couple of days. Didn't father beat you a few days ago, and forbade you from missing class?"
"Come pick me up, and I'll take you around the capital."
"No, I'll offend people if I go out with you. I don't want to go to court every day." Fan Xian finished the soy milk in his bowl in one gulp and smacked his lips full of dregs. He was somewhat dissatisfied. "If this bookstore does well, when you grow up, there will be a lot of business waiting for you to do."
Fan Sizhe didn't understand. He scratched his head and left. Fan Ruoruo listened quietly at the side. She smiled and said, "Have you decided to accept this marriage?"
"I have no choice but to obey my parents' orders." Fan Xian sighed. In the end, he did not have the talent to be funny. He shook his head and smiled. "I must get married. However, the things that come with marriage are a bit troublesome. I have to offend so many people for no reason, and I might not even be able to truly grasp those things. No matter how I think about it, it doesn't seem worth it. "
Fan Ruoruo knew that her brother was talking about the royal business, and was worried for him. After all, the Eldest Princess had been in charge for so many years, and no one knew how much the Prime Minister and the Crown Prince had profited from it. If this business was to be handed over to Fan Xian in the future, it was necessary for him to take over and check the accounts. Perhaps from the palace treasury to the royal merchant house, many people would be in trouble.
She frowned and said, "What if I don't check the accounts?"
"It's fine if you don't want to check the accounts, but you have to seal up all the old accounts. If the dirty water from the past splashes onto us, we're done for. And most importantly, if this source of income is cut off, some people will be very angry. "
"Otherwise … I'll just marry Miss Lin and give up the business. After all, this was the result of my father's discussion with His Majesty. If I ask my father to step back now, His Majesty won't be too angry. "
Fan Xian shook his head. Thinking of his father's expression that night, he knew that his father had a fanatical obsession with taking back his mother's business. Although he didn't know where this obsession came from, it would be very difficult for his father to give up this opportunity in front of him.
And he didn't want to give it up. After all, it was left behind by his mother, that woman. It belonged to him. Why should the royal family benefit from it? According to the palace, after he married Lin Wan 'er, it would take a few years before he could personally take care of it. But being closer to the flesh always made his nose feel better. That was why Fan Xian treated the business of the bookstore as a proper business. On one hand, he was familiar with it, and on the other, he wanted to prove to some people that he had a mind for business.
"Could it be … that someone will use some unusual methods?" Fan Ruoruo asked worriedly.
Fan Xian thought for a moment and replied, "Although I've never met the Eldest Princess, nor have I met any of the important people in the palace, I think that since she was able to manage the palace treasury for ten years, no matter what her personality is, she must be a smart person. In the current situation, if I were to be killed, regardless of whether she did it or not, many people would be watching her. Perhaps the Emperor doesn't care whether I live or die, but he certainly won't tolerate someone secretly breaking his decree. As an emperor, the most important thing is his own dignity. It just so happens that I'm entangled in a lawsuit and can't leave the capital. If someone makes a move against me in the capital … "
He shook his head. "That would be too stupid."
Fan Ruoruo looked at him with admiration. "Brother's analysis makes sense."
"Don't look at me like that." Fan Xian looked at her helplessly. "You trust me more and more, girl. I'm not an immortal, just an ordinary person. There are bound to be many things that we don't expect."
Fan Ruoruo was a little worried when she heard this, but Fan Xian was fine. After all, Uncle Ye Liuyun was always hidden in the shadows. If someone wanted to touch him, they could only do so if the traveling Ye Liuyun suddenly returned to the capital.
At noon, surrounded by Teng Zijing and a large group of guards, Fan Xian ran to the Fan family's private school to see Fan Sizhe. It would have been fine if he hadn't seen him, but once he did, he almost fainted from anger. In the classroom, the children of the Fan clan were all laughing and playing, completely disregarding the old master in front of them. A few of the bolder ones even dipped their brushes in ink and splashed them in front of them. Not only did they stain the walls, but even the corners of the old master's clothes were stained.
The old master's face was ashen with anger, but he didn't know how to be angry. The families of these naughty children were quite influential. Although their parents often urged them to respect their teachers, once they were in the private school, these youths changed. Some of the more despicable ones, relying on the strength of their servants, not only did they hang around in the private school, but they often committed immoral acts on the streets.
Fan Xian poked his head through the door and took a careful look. He saw that Fan Sizhe was relatively well-behaved, sitting at a desk in the corner, writing something. The servant assigned to him by the family was squatting next to him, serving him tea. It seemed that he wasn't paying attention to the teacher, but at least he hadn't done anything out of line. Fan Xian had actually overestimated his younger brother. If Fan Sizhe's mind hadn't been tied up by something even more interesting, he feared that he would have been even more impudent than the unworthy children in the room.
Fan Xian called Fan Sizhe out of the room and asked with a calm face, "This is where you study?"
Fan Sizhe didn't know why he was unhappy, and replied angrily, "Yes, what about it?"
"You should be the leader." Fan Xian had great faith in his leadership skills. Furthermore, in the entire Fan clan, Count Sinan's family was the most powerful, so Fan Sizhe should have a special position among the children.
Fan Sizhe scratched his head. "They listen to what I say."
"That's good." Fan Xian continued, "Go in and teach those rascals a lesson. Make sure they listen to the teacher."
"Huh?" Fan Sizhe seemed to be in a daze.
"Don't respect the teachers?" Fan Xian's eyebrows furrowed. He thought back to when he was in Danzhou, whether it was the teacher in charge of the school or the teacher Fei Jie, he had always respected them. Hearing the noise in the room getting louder and louder, he shouted angrily, "If you dare be like them, I'll slap you."
Fan Sizhe didn't know why Fan Xian, who had been so gentle lately, would suddenly provoke him. He glared at him and roared, "What right do you have to slap me?"
His manservant and a few servants surrounded him. They were already familiar with Young Master Fan, but when they heard that he was going to hit their young master, they were eager to protect him. They glared at Fan Xian fiercely, and the manservant took advantage of his familiarity with Fan Sizhe and began to curse.
Fan Xian frowned.
Teng Zijing and a few guards walked up and mercilessly beat the servants of the house. The servant boy who had cursed was slapped countless times in the face. The people who followed Fan Xian were the direct subordinates of Count Sinan. They did not care about the servants in the manor, who were several ranks below them. Now that they were with Fan Xian, they were able to beat up the son of the current government minister without incident. They walked the streets with the wind in their eyes, and they did not hesitate to attack.
The lesson was over. The servants looked at Fan Xian with faces full of fear and pain, and retreated timidly. The manservant's cheeks were red, and he couldn't stop crying.
Fan Xian looked down at Fan Sizhe's frightened face and said softly, "I didn't say I would slap you. But if you do something wrong, I will slap you. As for why? It's simple. You can't beat me in a fight, and you don't dare complain to your father. If you do something wrong and challenge me, wouldn't that be asking for a slap? "
Seeing that Fan Xian didn't seem to have any intention of hitting him, Fan Sizhe let out a sigh of relief. He was still the son of an influential family who didn't care about his servants, and he didn't take Fan Xian's beating of his own men too seriously. Although he felt that he had lost some face, it seemed that following Fan Xian had its benefits. Thinking back to his nature as a businessman, he realized that it was better not to offend Fan Xian.
"Go in and tidy up the order inside. I'll wait for you outside. Didn't you say you wanted to go look at the shop?" With that, Fan Xian waved his sleeves and walked out the door of the private school.
The people of the Fan clan, who were waiting outside, couldn't help but click their tongues in wonder when they saw what had happened. They thought that the illegitimate son of Count Sinan was so powerful that he dared to bully the legitimate young master of Count Sinan's household in broad daylight. They looked at him with fear.
Fan Xian didn't pay any attention to them. He sat on the bench outside the door and waited. Not long after, several miserable cries could be heard from inside the private school, as well as the loud sound of slaps. Fan Sizhe's arrogant voice could be heard. "Behave yourselves! If you dare to be disrespectful to the teacher again, I'll slap you! " These words were not much different from what Fan Xian had said. It seemed that young master Fan was venting all the anger he had suffered at his elder brother's hands on his fellow clansmen.
This time, there was a ruckus. The Fan clan's groom, servants, and servants, who had been standing guard outside the private school, heard their master's cries of pain in the classroom. They glared fiercely at Fan Xian and rushed in. Fan Xian was afraid that Fan Sizhe would be at a disadvantage. He gave Teng Zijing a look, and Teng Zijing and a few guards rushed in with the crowd. After a while, Fan Sizhe was dragged out.
Fan Sizhe was not satisfied with the beating. He waved his fists and scolded, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. These people wouldn't dare to offend us." It was just as he said. The servants rushed in, but they only dared to protect their master. They didn't dare to fight back. It seemed that Count Sinan's manor had a special place in the Fan clan.
After beating the people, Fan Xian grabbed his brother by the neck and carried him to the carriage, leaving the mess he had created. Teng Zijing frowned. "Young master, although the people in the clan are becoming more and more unreasonable, they are still old people in the capital. We still need their help. Offending too many people isn't necessarily a good thing."
Fan Xian laughed bitterly. "What are you afraid of?" He thought to himself that perhaps these clansmen did have power, but he was about to marry the princess, and the Emperor would be his brother-in-law. What was there to be afraid of? If he didn't teach these little bastards a lesson, he wouldn't be able to vent his anger.
"Did it feel good?" he asked Fan Sizhe.
Fan Sizhe was a little puzzled. "That's right. I often beat people up, but it never felt as good as today. Why is that?" The resentment he felt at being taught a lesson by his brother had long since dissipated without a trace during the process of his heroic beating.
"It's simple. You need to find a reason to beat people up. It's like fighting a war. If you have a perfectly honorable reason, then you can fight without any psychological baggage. Even when we attacked Northern Wei, didn't we first say they violated our borders? " Fan Xian continued. "It's all the same. We have to be righteous. Righteous. Do you understand?"
"I don't understand," Fan Sizhe replied sincerely.
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