Fan Jian frowned and put down the bowl of fruit juice in his hand, as if the warm bowl was a little hot. "I'm not trying to exonerate Lady Liu. It's just that the people she found seemed to be obeying her orders, but in reality, they were obeying the orders of the people in the palace. Lady Liu was just a scapegoat in this matter. "
Fan Xian frowned. "Who in the palace wanted me dead? Why did they want me dead? Did they already know I was the son of the Ye family? "
"Of course they didn't know!" Fan Jian didn't know why he was so agitated. His right hand tightly gripped the armrest of his chair. "No one who knew about this would want to hurt you. If someone wanted to hurt you, it wouldn't be for this reason."
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"Could it be that no one in the capital knew about the relationship between my father and my mother? If those people knew about the relationship between my father and the Ye family, why didn't anyone suspect that I, an illegitimate child, was the son of the Ye family? "
Fan Xian pondered this question, full of suspicion. He felt a chill in his heart, as he realized that there were more important questions to be asked. But he didn't dare to ask them. Instead, he quietly said, "Then why? Four years ago, I was only a twelve-year-old boy, far away in Danzhou. I didn't seem to have anything to do with anything in the capital. "
"Four years ago, that was when His Majesty adopted Miss Lin as his daughter. That was also when he appointed the Princess's marriage. At that time, His Majesty decided that you would be in charge of the future royal business. It was also at that time that you appeared in the conversation of the people in the palace for the first time. Seeing a twelve-year-old child owning a gold ingot that he couldn't even lift, what do you think the nobles in the palace would choose?"
"They would choose to kill me cleanly."
"The Overwatch Council investigated for four years, and basically got to the bottom of this matter. Unfortunately, there was no evidence, so they couldn't do anything to those people."
Fan Xian laughed. "Even if there was evidence, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to do anything to them. After all, the Overwatch Council is a subject, and those people are the masters."
Fan Jian nodded.
"Who wanted to kill me?"
"The empress, the eldest princess." Fan Jian smiled, "But since you have safely grown up and entered the capital, I believe that no matter how much courage they have, they will not risk the wrath of His Majesty and make a move against you."
Fan Xian sorrowfully said, "You are too optimistic. Even if he killed me, would the Emperor do anything to his wife and sister?"
Fan Jian didn't answer. Instead, he said, "In the near future, Crown Prince Jing will definitely think of a way to get closer to you. He will also think of a way to let you meet the Second Prince. You have to handle this carefully."
Fan Xian agreed. He knew that every major family in the capital had to take a stand on this matter, whether actively or passively. The princes fought for the right to inherit the world. Although it seemed like an old-fashioned trick, whether it was in that world or this one, it would always be an unchanging play. As long as the thick curtain was pulled back, the actors hidden behind it would all come onto the stage. Whether it was a three-foot sword or a three-inch tongue, they would act for others to see and for themselves to see. If Fan Manor wanted to be impartial and follow the Emperor closely, it seemed that they would have to put in a lot of effort.
Late at night, Fan Jian sat alone in his armchair. As he drank the fruit juice that had already cooled, he thought about what Fan Xian had just said. He thought about the painful price he had paid, and his lips twitched. He thought about the horrible and bloody scene of that bloody month in the capital. On that gloomy, unknown night, the empress' father trembled under his knife. When Fan Jian personally cut off his father's head, the skull rolled on the ground. As if remembering that voice, a gentle smile appeared on Fan Jian's lips.
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In the days that followed, Fan Xian lived a carefree life. Every day, he enjoyed the treatment of a young master in the manor. Occasionally, he would slip out to Dongchuan Road to see how the planned bookstore was progressing. He gradually became familiar with the shopkeeper, whose surname was also Ye. Everything went smoothly, so Mister Cui returned to Count Sinan's side. And every other night, Fan Xian would slip out to the royal courtyard, climbing over the wall with familiarity. But now the window was no longer closed, and the drumstick girl was always waiting for him.
The reason why he often went there was not because he was in love with her, but because Lin Wan 'er's illness could not be delayed any longer. The people of the royal family were all blockheads. Fortunately, after receiving bribes from Count Sinan's manor, who knew how many twists and turns, the imperial physician finally agreed that a little oil was good for the princess' health.
Fan Xian often went there to deliver food, as well as his own pills. Because he was afraid that it would conflict with the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician, the medicine was very gentle. Apart from that, he also brought along a lot of delicious food to satisfy his fiancée's little mouth, which was gluttonous with each passing day. After a few days like this, Wan Er's body clearly showed signs of improvement. Her face gradually became rosier, but it wasn't the unhealthy bright red that she used to have. Furthermore, the flesh on her body had also increased, and her cheeks were clearly rounder.
Lin Wan 'er felt a bit of a headache, but Fan Xian was incomparably happy. After they were married, wouldn't he be able to play with his favorite baby girl every day?
The guards in the courtyard were a bit lax, and Fan Xian had been trained by Wu Zhu to climb walls in Danzhou. So no one discovered that he was secretly feeding her medicine every night. But Lin Wan 'er's illness could not be cured completely. Fan Xian thought that it would be better to wait for Fei T. to return. If it didn't work, then after they were married, he would find a way to move out of the capital. The Fan family still had a courtyard in the Cang Mountains, which was most suitable for recuperation.
After these nights of contact, this pair of fiancées had become much more familiar with each other. For some reason, after falling in love at first sight in the Temple of Qing, the two of them felt that the other was very similar to them. Perhaps it was their appearance, or perhaps it was their temperament, or perhaps it was their way of looking at things. This feeling of kinship made Fan Xian and Wan'er, the first love of their first love, truly feel the beauty of holding hands. They had gone from being strangers to knowing each other's thoughts with a glance and a finger. It did not take long for them to go from being strangers to knowing each other's thoughts.
Lin Wan 'er looked at his face, and suddenly looked worried. "You use that incense to make Siqi sleep every day. After a while, there won't be any problems, right?" Fan Xian comforted her. "I told you the first time I came, this incense can only be good for the body."
Lin Wan 'er thought of the first day he had snuck in through the window, and couldn't help but giggle. "If I really thought you were a rapist and killed you, what would you do?"
Fan Xian smiled bitterly and took her hand. "Yichen, perhaps there are some things I must let you know."
Hearing him call her by her nickname, Lin Wan 'er blushed slightly. "What is it?"
"Hmm … if you wanted to kill me, it would probably be very difficult." Fan Xian laughed. "I've been learning from very powerful people since I was a child, so I'm not a scholar who writes poetry. I'm more like a boorish man."
Lin Wan 'er sighed. "I know. If you weren't a boorish man, why would you beat up Minister Guo's son in the middle of the street and make such a fuss? Even now, you still can't leave the capital."
Speaking of which, the case of Fan Xian beating up Guo Baokun had never been closed. The two sides were at loggerheads, and the capital government had long since put up a white flag and raised a "no contest" sign. They had sent the case to the Ministry of Justice, saying that the case was complicated and difficult to solve. In reality, the case was not complicated at all. If they really wanted to investigate it, all they had to do was arrest the guards who were following Fan Xian around the streets of the capital, and then torture them. Everything would be clear. The problem was that the two families involved in the case were not simple, so the case was naturally complicated.
This was a crooked way, but it was also the right way of officialdom. After the case was sent to the Ministry of Justice, it was their turn to have a headache. Currently, they were planning to ask the palace to issue an edict to let the Overwatch Council handle the case. Although this kind of public security case was not within the scope of the Overwatch Council's jurisdiction, both sides were officials, and the Overwatch Council had the responsibility of supervising officials, so it made sense. All of the officials in the capital knew that the Director of the Overwatch Council was not a relative of any official.
So the Guo family was waiting for the day the Overwatch Council began their investigation. What they didn't know was that Fan Xian was also waiting for that day. He held the token that Fei Jie had left for him, so he was not afraid of the Overwatch Council.
In the quiet night, Fan Xian was a little lost in thought. He comforted Lin Wan 'er. "It's not a big deal. It'll be over in a few days." He suddenly remembered that the mother of this girl in front of him had tried to kill him four years ago, and he couldn't help but frown.
Lin Wan 'er was an exceptionally intelligent girl. Seeing his expression, she asked, "Has there been some trouble lately?"
Fan Xian looked at the girl's picturesque eyebrows and sighed. "In the future … if there is any problem between me and the Eldest Princess, I am very worried about what you will do. I am afraid you will be very sad."
Lin Wan 'er smiled. "Why do I have to think about things that haven't happened yet? Wan 'er has been sick since she was a child. It seems that she has always been counting the days, never knowing when she will leave this world. So I don't like to think about things that haven't happened yet. "
Fan Xian sighed. Full of pity, he pulled her into his arms. Smelling the lingering fragrance in her hair, he kept saying in his heart, "I know how you feel, because I once had the same experience as you."
Kissing a gentleman's lips, lingering fragrance on his teeth.
"Ah … Wan 'er, your body is very soft."
"You … you are touching the pillow that you brought a few days ago."
Fan Xian liked the feeling of sneaking into a woman's boudoir at night. It was like a clandestine affair, but it was a kind of clandestine affair without any psychological burden. If he could, he would like to live like this for a little longer. At least until he was married, there wouldn't be too many things to disturb him. To be able to live such a happy life in the capital was something that he could not have imagined before he left Danzhou.
But as the saying goes, things don't always go according to one's wishes. A peaceful life would come to an end one day. That afternoon, Crown Prince Jing's carriage arrived at Fan Manor. Lady Liu hurried forward to greet him respectfully, inviting him into the Reception Hall for tea.
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