After the murder on Niulan Street, Fan Xian had been thinking about certain issues. Teng Zijing had already gone to the countryside to recuperate, and he didn't know if he would become disabled. The families of the three dead guards had received sufficient compensation, and even the relevant departments of the court had issued commendations. The guards were buried in the Fan clan's tomb on the outskirts of the capital. If Fan Xian could leave the capital, he would naturally pay his respects.
The bloody facts had taught him that surviving in this world was not just a matter of romance. Naturally, it was not just about treating others to a meal. Therefore, he needed to have his own strength, such as Wang Qinian, Fan Sizhe, and his own martial arts cultivation.
Now that he was in the capital, he changed his meditation time from noon to night. Every time he was half-awake, he always felt the zhenqi in the snow-capped mountain behind his back like a pool of warm water, cleansing every part of his body comfortably. Vaguely, it seemed that the amount and density of this zhenqi had increased to some extent.
Fan Xian still felt it was somewhat inconceivable that he had been able to kill an eighth-level master while being harassed by the two female assassins. He had investigated the zhenqi flow of Teng Zijing and the other guards, and found that no one in the world practiced the same way as he did. This realization did not make him feel the slightest bit panicked. Since he could rely on a slender dagger and a sleeve crossbow to kill an eighth-level master, it proved that his zhenqi was very useful.
He was different from the martial cultivators of this world. In his mind, there was no such thing as an unbreakable barrier between levels. The bloody puddle of water with the big man proved that as long as you were ruthless and accurate, so what if you were one of the Five Great Grandmasters?
But there was still no progress on the second volume of the Tyrannical Scroll. Fan Xian's gaze fell on the box that had been casually tossed in the corner of the room. After coming to the capital, he seemed to have forgotten about the item his mother had left him. It seemed that he would have to find the key sometime.
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Si Lili, an important suspect in the assassination case, had not yet been escorted back to the capital when an imperial edict flashed across the sky like a bolt of lightning. This edict, issued from deep within the palace, was about Fan Xian. In the context of the previous day, the content of this edict was particularly different.
"By the will of Heaven, the Emperor has decreed …" The eunuch's lips kept moving, but he couldn't make out what he was saying. Kneeling in the main hall of Fan Manor, Fan Xian was afraid that the eunuch in front of him would spit on his face. Frowning, he looked at the increasingly wet bricks in front of him.
Finally, the imperial edict was read out. Under Lady Liu's instructions, Fan Xian followed the rules. After shouting "Long live the Emperor", he thanked the eunuch and accepted the imperial edict. Lady Liu handed over a banknote without the slightest hint of anger. Only then did the eunuch leave, satisfied.
"Where do we put this?" Fan Xian asked Lady Liu, holding the imperial edict in his hands. "We can't just keep holding it, can we?"
Liu shi took it with a smile, "Although the fu often receives edicts, we can't say that it's just a toy. The fu has a special room for it." Recently, Fan Xian and Lady Liu had maintained a subtle, superficial harmony between them. This was the result of the times, but neither side knew what would happen in the future.
"To tell the truth, I've also studied scriptures, but why can't I understand what that eunuch was saying?" Returning to his bedroom, Fan Xian re-bandaged the wound on his right shoulder. He looked at his sister, who was sitting at the table and looking at him with a faint smile.
"Eunuch Dai is from Yuanwei, and his accent has always been difficult to understand. But these years, he often comes to the fu to announce edicts, so I can understand a bit. "
Fan Xian hurriedly asked, "What did the imperial edict say? Why was it given to me?"
Fan Ruoruo pursed her lips and smiled. Instead of answering directly, she said, "Actually, the palace has been rewarding the family for the past ten years. Although father's title has been suppressed, my brother and I, and even Lady Liu, have all been rewarded. Now it seems that it's my turn."
Fan Xian knew about these things. Even that little Fan Sizhe had the title of Cavalry Commander of Grace. But this involved him, so he couldn't help but be curious. "I haven't returned to my ancestral home. Even if the palace wanted to reward me, there wouldn't be a title."
"That's right. So this time, His Majesty's edict only said that in the last incident, you killed an enemy spy or something. That was a meritorious service to the country, and so you were specially made a functionary of Taichang Temple."
"Functionary of Taichang Temple?" Fan Xian's voice was filled with surprise. Taichang Temple was the place where the patriarch worshipped the temple. Although functionary was only an eighth-level official, he could enter and leave the temple at will. Ever since he and Lin Wan 'er had met, he had often guessed the identity of the noble who had worshipped the temple. Since it was Wan' er's elder, and Wan 'er had grown up in the palace, it seemed that the noble must have been some important person in the palace. Perhaps it was the Empress Dowager or the Eldest Princess. But when he visited Wan' er a few nights ago, he knew that she was worried about the conflict of interest after her marriage, so he deliberately refrained from asking.
Could it be that this edict … contained some sort of meaning? Fan Xian frowned. If that important person was able to persuade His Majesty to make such an edict, it was to clarify what had happened in the temple that day. Then what was she thinking? Was it a show of goodwill? Or was it a demonstration?
Fan Ruoruo saw him frowning in thought, and finally couldn't help but laugh. Pointing at her brother, she said, "Brother, when it comes to you, you're always confused. The functionary of Taichang Temple … is an official position that every princess must assume before they marry."
Fan Xian suddenly understood, and smiled with some embarrassment. It seemed that the marriage had finally been decided. Then he remembered that because of his injury, he hadn't been to the royal courtyard for many days. Wan 'er must have been very worried when she found out about the assassination attempt. He didn't know if her condition had worsened — would she be worried? Fan Xian suddenly felt a little confused. That icy woman had a mother like that, and a father like that.
"Yesterday, I asked my sister to go there for me. Did you deliver the letter?" he asked, suppressing the slight uneasiness in his heart.
Fan Ruoruo calmly replied, "Yes, she did. Sister-in-law listened to you, brother, and talked to that servant girl. Now she's secretly eating good food every day, and her body is recovering well. She was just a little worried when she heard about the assassination attempt. But yesterday, I was in a hurry, and Ye Ling 'er was by my side, so I couldn't write a letter."
Fan Xian sighed, and didn't say anything. Fan Ruoruo was the person who understood Fan Xian the best in the world. Hearing him sigh, she knew what he was worried about.
"Romeo and Juliet." Ruoruo had heard her brother tell this love story when she was young, and she remembered it. Smiling, she encouraged him, "Brother, you said that people should have the courage to pursue happiness."
Fan Xian was very moved. He took his sister into his arms, and patted her slightly thin back. "Don't worry. Those two people died from drinking poison, and the other committed suicide with a dagger. But your brother specializes in making poison and playing with daggers. It's very different."
— — —
"Are your injuries better?" Seeing the young man jump in through the window, Lin Wan 'er felt sorry for him and let him lie down on the bed. "Why did you come here when you're in such a bad shape?"
Fan Xian said bitterly, "I was worried about you, and worried about me."
Lin Wan 'er's heart warmed. Hearing these two worries, she poured out the remaining tea in her teacup and brewed some new tea. Bringing it to his lips, she quietly said, "I listened to you. These days, I've been taking good care of my body. You have to take good care of yours too."
Fan Xian took the teacup with one hand and blew away the white mist. "How can a princess serve others?" he asked gently.
Lin Wan 'er bit her lower lip. "If you make me angry again, I'll throw you out."
"Are you willing to?" Fan Xian looked at her with a mischievous smile.
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"I've decided. After we get married, we'll go to a villa in the Cang Mountains for the winter." Fan Xian leaned against the bed and looked at his fiancée, who was looking at him with a face full of worry. He smiled. "It's good for your illness, and I believe that before that, Teacher Fei Jie should have returned to the capital."
"Don't just think about me." Lin Wan 'er bit her lower lip. Her white teeth looked very cute against her red lips. "What if something like this happens again in the future?"
Fan Xian couldn't remember how many times he had snuck into the boudoir in the middle of the night. The guards in the villa were truly unlucky. Not once had they discovered him, nor did they know that this pair of fiancée and fiancée were already so familiar with each other. Regarding this matter, Fan Xian had enough pride. Think about it, this was like a small palace outside of the imperial palace. In all of history, which thief could steal as much as he did?
"What else could have happened? Northern Qi isn't stupid. Since they've already been exposed this time, the court won't be fooled if they use the same method again. "
Lin Wan 'er said worriedly. "I'm just afraid that there are some people in the court who would dare to attack you again because they'll use Northern Qi as a cover for future assassinations."
Fan Xian had long known that his fiancée was a smart person. She had also grown up in the palace. Although she was loved by the empress dowager, she had grown up in a very complicated environment, so she knew more about officialdom than he did. Hearing her say this, he smiled and raised her soft chin, pinching it. "Don't worry. I firmly believe that I'm the luckiest person in the world."
Lin Wan 'er felt ticklish under her chin. She was both happy and nervous about this intimate action. Immediately, two patches of red appeared on her snow-white skin. She quickly pushed Fan Xian's hand away and said with some embarrassment, "People can't live by luck."
Fan Xian loved seeing her bashful appearance. "I'm already lucky enough to have you." "Having me … is that important?" Lin Wan 'er lowered her head slightly. From this angle, her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She was clearly nervous.
"It's very important." Fan Xian pulled her into his arms. He wasn't very good at sweet-talking, so he was also a little nervous. He clumsily tried to find her lips.
Lin Wan 'er felt a wave of manly scent hit her in the face. She couldn't help but feel her body soften. She leaned weakly against his chest. She turned her head and said softly, "Just who wants to kill you?"
As she turned her head, she coincidentally avoided Fan Xian's wolfish kiss. Fan Xian was very angry, and hearing this question, his heart chilled. He hugged the soft body in his arms, and his hands unconsciously slid down her back. "Don't worry about it."
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