Chapter 137 – The People’s Heart Goes North

Yan Bingyun looked at Fan Xian behind the mossy and snow-covered door across the rockery, his face expressionless but his heart unsure of what he was thinking. After a moment of silence he spoke indifferently, ”You know too many things. Don’t forget, I’ve been by your side for so many years, my lord, I always know something about the inner treasury, and over the years, you’ve been shifting your center of gravity towards Northern Qi, and Fan Sicheng is still in the Upper Capital today, so if you say that you didn’t make any plans in the past to betray the imperial court and relocate to Northern Qi, how can you make me believe that?”

Fan Xian coughed softly twice and smiled somewhat reluctantly, “I am also a Qing person, and I have an agreement with His Majesty that if His Majesty survives this time without purging my people, I naturally won’t tear myself away from the court and side with the Northern Qi people. This please don’t worry.”

“How can I rest assured when the matter involves the great affairs of the country, the lives and deaths of millions of people?” Yan Bingyun’s voice was pressed extremely low as she rebuked in slight anger, “I don’t care what kind of weird agreement you have with His Majesty, but in case things change in the future, and you leave Daqing alive and go to the Upper Capital, who knows if you’ll be enraged and go crazy, and do those disgusting things.”

“Disgusting? Do you mean selling the secrets of the inner treasury to Northern Qi, or pioneering a southern attack on Daqing for the Qi?” Fan Xian said with a slight ironic smile, “In life, you always have to keep some promises, and as long as His Majesty the Emperor keeps his promises, these naturally won’t happen …… You should be clear that this assassination in the palace is just a small scale war, and I didn’t use all of my killing weapons. ”

“As long as I live, His Majesty must be forced to accept the agreement between me and him last night.” Fan Xian’s eyes iced up as he said, “He doesn’t want the world to be in chaos, so he can’t lay a hand on my people, and even though he’s furious, he has to endure it for the sake of his thousand years of greatness. …… Don’t forget that those people are also people you know well, and were once your companions, your friends, your colleagues! If you kill me at this time, I have no more leader of the power at hand, not to say the word in a modest way, the group of dragons without a leader, his majesty can soft knife slowly go to cut.”

“Could it be that you want those you were once immensely familiar with to fall, one by one, under His Majesty’s butcher’s knife?” Fan Xian stared into Yan Bingyun’s eyes and said word by word.

Yan Bingyun was silent for a moment before responding, “Your Excellency seems to have mulled over this matter for a long time, but you must be clear that there can only be one day in heaven, and there can only be one ruler in the world, and if you are alive, even if you have been holding back, underneath the apparent balance of my Daqing court, it is still being cut into two pieces by you …… alive. this is not something that is good for my Daqing is not a good thing.”

“I just want those people I want to protect to live, and for that goal, I must live. In the future, I will stand far above the high hill and look indifferently at His Majesty and you in the middle of the temple, and I think that it will make you all wary before you do so.”

“But you must not forget that if you die, the officials of the courtyard’s ministry will one day have to accept this reality. His Majesty is so eloquent that he must have a way to take all of the Supervisory Academy and even your arrangements in Jiangnan back into his hands.” Yan Bingyun stared into his eyes and said, “On the surface you are trying to secure their lives, but in reality? In fact, you are only using the power of these people to threaten His Majesty, to threaten the imperial court, and your insistence on not dying is merely using the Supervisory Yuan as a personal weapon to sustain your own mind.”

“Why not?” Fan Xian gently coughed twice, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked at Yan Bingyun.

“Both the dean and you once said,” Yan Bingyun had a calm face, “that the Supervisory Yuan is a public weapon, not a private weapon. How can you utilize the public weapon of the country for your own personal gain? This is where I disagree with you.”

“Is that so?” Fan Xian’s eyes chilled slightly as he said with a cold sneer, “The Supervisory Yuan is a public weapon, and I can’t use it privately …… Then why didn’t you bravely stand up and refute His Majesty the Emperor when he moved to use the Supervisory Yuan for his own selfish thoughts?”

These words struck directly at Yan Bingyun’s heart, and he looked at Fan Xian in a daze, somewhat unable to digest them. In the hearts of all the courtiers in this world, His Majesty is the court, is the Kingdom of Qing, is the public …… Supervisory Yuan is a public weapon, naturally, it is the sword in His Majesty’s hands.

“Don’t forget your own words, the Supervisory Yuan is a public weapon, not His Majesty’s private weapon. The person on the dragon chair is ultimately just a person, don’t use him to represent the will of this world.” Fan Xian indifferently looked at Yan Bingyun and said, “Since it’s a public weapon, it naturally goes to those with virtue. It’s true that I am not a man of virtue, but do you dare to say that His Majesty the Emperor is also a man of virtue?”

“Since his father and son and I are just two old and young sons of bitches, it’s simple as to who this public weapon of the Supervisory Court actually goes to.”

Fan Xian stopped looking at Yan Bingyun’s face, picked up the kettle with difficulty and took a sip, and said coldly, “This courtyard was set up by Ye Qingmei, it was left to me by Chen Pingping, so who is the emperor for him to take it over? What qualifications do you have to say these boring words to me?”

“The Supervisory Academy is an organization used to supervise His Majesty, if it becomes His Majesty’s secret service, you might as well not be the head of the Supervisory Academy.” He put down the kettle and reprimanded in a disdainful and uninterested tone.

There was a dead silence. Yan Bingyun’s heart had really set off shocking waves, he had always thought that Fan Xian was only heartbroken over Chen Pingping’s death, that was why he had bravely stood against His Majesty the Emperor, but he had not expected that in Fan Xian’s heart, there was no place for the innate dignity of imperial power! This kind of treacherous and very rebellious argument was really hard for Duke Xiao Yan to digest. He was silent for a long, long time, yet he still hadn’t figured this out because old dean Chen hadn’t taught him back then, and Fan Xian hadn’t said this before. The Supervisory Academy was used to supervise His Majesty? What kind of joke was this!

Glancing faintly at Yan Bingyun’s facial expression with his afterglow, an extremely strong emotion of disappointment flashed through Fan Xian’s heart. He knew that in this world, other than Chen Pingping and himself who were deeply influenced by his mother, no one could accept this, not even his father who was far away in Tanyu. I’m only afraid that it would also be difficult to accept that his father was only gradually centrifuged from the Qing court because of himself.

Yan Bingyun raised her head and quietly looked at Fan Xian, about to make a decision. For the fundamental interests of the Great Qing Dynasty, for the goal that he had fought for all his life, he could not allow Fan Xian to take too many secrets, too much power into the arms of a foreign enemy. But if he really had to make a move to send him to the palace, Yan Bingyun knew that Fan Xian would die today.

Fan Xian didn’t seem to be in a hurry either, just waiting for Yan Bingyun’s decision. Just at this time, a somewhat tired, somewhat old, somewhat bland voice rang out from amongst the shadows of the wigwam: ”What is there to say after such a night. Let those grannies listen to the gossip, what’s so good about it?”

Yan Bingyun’s body stiffened, hearing that the one who spoke was his father-sama, he turned around with unusual difficulty, the fists in his sleeves clenched extremely tightly. Silent for a long time, he realized that his father was reminding himself of something, if he let the bystanders know that Fan Xian was hiding in his mansion at this time, then he would be forced to kill him, and the fact that his father had favored to speak out at the moment of his decision was naturally the strongest possible warning he could have given himself.

Without the help of Yan Ruohai, how could Fan Xian, whose meridians were in disarray after his serious injury, have hidden in the secret room in the wigwam, how could his body have been bandaged up, and how could he have had food and fresh water by his side?

Yan Bingyun was clear that his father s lordship s seemingly gentle and normal words were threatening himself with father and son love, and if he really decided to be unfavorable to Fan Xian, then this family …… would only be defeated from then on.

Fan Xian calmly looked at Yan Ruohai in the darkness, looked at this oldest man in all directions, and with difficulty drew his lips into a smile and said in a low voice, “That’s enough, you return first.”

Then, he said indifferently to Yan Bingyun, “What I said, you have not been able to hear since. In the courtyard’s armor pavilion there are a few dossiers I retrieved from King Jing’s mansion, so when you have time these days, go take a look.”

The words came out lightly, and Fan Xian seemed to have seen that Yan Bingyun would not take action against himself. Yan Bingyun stood silent and still for a long time, his eyes tightly closed. Eventually, he left the wigwam and traveled towards his mansion. This decision to leave quietly had only destroyed some of the obsessions in his heart, making even his back look a bit sullen.

“There’s not much that will come from this side of the wigwam, don’t worry.” Yan Ruohai walked underneath the wigwam and smiled gently, “Your earlier words about the courtyard were extremely true, I hope he can understand some of them.”

Fan Xian responded with a slight smile, “It is not as good as the old gentleman teaching himself, using his own head to protect my head …… all for the sake of the Kingdom of Qing, and after all, Yan Bingyun can’t afford to use your life and death to prove this creed of his. Since everything has a price, I think he will slowly think clearly.”

In the whole of Kyoto, apart from the Yan father and son, no one knew Fan Xian’s whereabouts, and the search and seizure work in Kyoto was still in full swing, without the slightest relaxation. Countless streets, alleys, and houses had been turned over, yet what made the Qing court feel unusually strange was that Fan Xian, who was severely injured and unable to move, had disappeared from view like a wandering spirit.

The Procuratorate was also cooperating with the court’s will, and was combing through all aspects of intelligence, but also came up empty-handed. And this pursuit is mainly by the military and the inner court, the Supervisory Yuan just cooperate, so the affairs accordingly is not how busy, nowadays the Supervisory Yuan President Yan Bingyun, also is not as busy and nervous as Ye Chong and Eunuch Yao that can not sleep, on the contrary, the Tianhe Avenue in that square eerie building more than a lot of images of his serious reading.

Yan Bingyun listened to Fan Xian’s words that night and began to seriously go through the letters as well as the dossiers that had been hidden in the A Pavilion. It took him three days and three nights of serious reading before he realized that these were the folders and letters that Ye Qingmei had written to His Majesty back then, which very systematically recounted many visions about the future of Qing, however, these visions were just too bold, no, I should say treacherous!

These words and phrases that were like poison made Yan Bingyun feel that his fingers holding the paper were starting to burn. He was shocked but did not dare to look at it in detail, only picking the words about the origin of the establishment of the Supervisory Court to read carefully, because he knew clearly that the Supervisory Court was originally the court that Fan Xian’s mother, that Miss Ye family, had created with her own hands.

Why did the world need to have an inspection office? Perhaps the answer could be found in these letters and scrolls. Wasn’t the purpose of the Procuratorate to do everything for the Kingdom of Qing, everything for His Majesty? But why weren’t there many references to the one on the dragon chair and the one who might sit on the dragon chair in the future in those papers?

Regardless of whether or not Yan Bingyun wanted to read it, or dared to read it, those not-so-artful words still penetrated into his heart like the devil, and he began to ponder, began to lose his mind, and began to think that his being threatened by his father that night, and being forced to take Fan Xian into his residence, might not be a completely wrong decision, and would be completely harmful to the Qing court.

He walked over to the window of the chamber and looked through the glass window at the corner of the Imperial City in the twilight light, squinting slightly, feeling that the reddish glow that reflected back at him was a bit harsh. After being slightly stunned, he rummaged out a piece of black cloth from somewhere in the corner of his desk, and re-tugged this piece of black cloth, carefully and cautiously covering the glass window, blocking the view of the imperial palace, as if this way he was able to feel a little more at ease.

His Majesty in the palace was seriously injured by the assassins that day, but fortunately did not return to heaven, but sometimes unconscious, sometimes awake, and do not know how today’s situation, but this is the strong emperor’s majesty occasionally woke up, or calmly and even a little indifference to issue an order to pursue, to ensure that the Fan Xian to stay in the boundaries of the State of Qing, on the contrary, for the assassins of the Northern Qi and the East Barbarians city to come, that a few fortunate to survive! On the contrary, for those assassins from Bei Qi and Dong Yi City, the few who managed to survive, the court didn’t care much at all.

Yan Bingyun lifted a corner of the black cloth and squinted at the splendid imperial city, thinking of another matter. It seemed that apart from hunting Fan Xian or searching for his body, the inner court was vaguely searching for one thing, and in His Majesty’s heart, it seemed that that thing was even more important than Fan Xian, so what could it be?

The snow falls and stops, the square in front of the palace has long been free of the traces left a few days ago, the blood and water mixed with the snow has long been cleaned up, revealing the clean and tidy green stone blocks below, those arrow marks flying in the sky have not left the slightest proof, only the green bricks on the head of the wall of the Imperial City, and the west side of the green stone ground, a few frighteningly deep holes, indicating the cruelty of the day, and at the same time proving to the people who pass by that the The terrifying strike from beyond the sky did exist once, not just a movement that people imagined.

Fan Ruoruo cloaked in a snow-white cloak, quietly stood in front of the deep palace gate under the imperial city, waiting for the forbidden army and the guards to jointly scrutinize the waist plate to enter the palace. After the assassination of Grandmaster He in the middle book under the gate, the defense forces of the various government offices in the entire Kyoto were tightened to a wartime state. And she knew in her heart that what really alarmed the court was still the matter of His Majesty’s assassination, only that this matter was still concealed within a certain range and had not spread to the people.

Today’s entry into the palace was personally ordered by His Majesty after he woke up, and the Imperial Hospital personally went to the Fan Mansion to invite her. This is not only because Fan Ruoruo inherited from Qing Shan and Fei Jie’s line of medical skills has reached a certain realm, more critical is that the serious injuries suffered by His Majesty the Emperor, is not the internal injuries and sword marks left by those assassins, the most fatal, or in the middle of the chest was splattered and shot into the flesh and blood of those pieces of steel, and it is known to all that this kind of strange called surgical method of healing, the whole world, it seems that only the Fan family lady will.

On the way here, Fan Ruoruo had already known about the current physical condition of His Majesty the Emperor from the mouth of the Imperial Doctor Zheng, and knowing that His Majesty didn’t die under his own shot, Fan Ruoruo’s heart didn’t know what kind of feeling she had, but amazingly, she didn’t have any too deep disappointment, but only some perplexity.

She had lived in the palace for five whole months, and stayed in the imperial study for five months, it could even be said that she was the woman who had stayed by the side of His Majesty the Emperor for the longest period of time over the years, and she was well aware of what kind of person that monarch, who had already grown old, was, but the key was that this monarch treated Fan Ruo Ruo, differently indeed.

“Be careful yourself after entering the palace, if …… His Majesty is inconvenienced for a while, and you want to stay in the palace for consultation and treatment, you must also send a message to the house.” King Jing’s son Li Hongcheng stood by Fan Ruoruo’s side, gently admonishing, with a worry that could not be concealed between his brows. Treating the Emperor’s illness was an extremely horrible thing to do, and what was even more horrible was that His Majesty’s injuries could not be dissociated from Fan Xian, and Fan Ruo Ruo was Fan Xian’s most beloved sister in law.

Thinking of the fact that Fan Ruo Ruo was put under house arrest in the palace some months ago, the heart of the son, Hong Cheng, had a very strong worry in his heart.

“Uh-huh.” Fan Ruo Ruo smiled faintly, the indifferent frosty meaning on her face gradually melted away, bowed her head to Hong Cheng, and then she and the Imperial Doctor Zheng duo marched towards the palace under the guards’ leadership.

She has always known Li Hongcheng’s heart, also deeply touched by this, especially these days, the Fan House was searched repeatedly, whether it is Lin Wan’er’s identity, or Fan Ruo Ruo in the heart of His Majesty’s position, in front of the Fan Xian committed a major crime, have become something that does not need to be mentioned again, and just at this time, from the Western Liang Road back, as a Privy Council deputy envoy of Li Hongcheng, but not at all to avoid the suspicion, very courageous sit in the town of Fan House, will those who are like wolves, and will not be able to avoid the suspicion. Fan House, will be those like wolves like tigers sergeant suppressed a good deal.

If there is no Li Hongcheng, I’m afraid that today’s Fanfu days to be too difficult.

Moving forward in the quiet and cold palace doorway, the sound of footsteps quietly resounded. Fan Ruoruo slightly lowered his head, and in his heart he felt that his brother was right back then, this life is originally a play, and often an absurd drama, His Majesty nearly died under his own gun, and at this time he is going to treat his wounds ……

Fan Ruoruo until the moment she entered the palace, still did not make up her mind how to react later. She knew that his majesty had woken up, and thanks to his majesty waking up, issued a decree, Fanfu did not suffer from the disaster, to Fan Xian’s crimes, the entire Fanfu are afraid to be taken to prison, at most, it is Lin Wan’er Fan Ruo Ruo and the children of these few people will be brought to the palace.

However, His Majesty did not issue this decree, which made Fan Ruo Ruo for sister-in-law’s choice not to leave the capital to the extreme, although still no one knows, the night before the palace change, Fan Xian and His Majesty actually said what, what agreement was reached, but at least Lin Wan Er should be guessed some, the current Kyoto is only desperately chasing Fan Xian, and did not use the power of the thunder to suppress the people Fan Xian sheltered.

The fact that Fan’s family was not leaving the capital to return to Tanyuzhou was undoubtedly also an expression of an attitude, an attitude that tested how much sincerity the emperor had towards honoring his promise.

Thinking about this, Fan Ruo Ruo admired her sister-in-law’s calmness in the face of danger, and in her heart, she felt a deep admiration for her elder brother, Fan Xian, who else in the world, besides her brother, would be able to force a powerful king to suppress his anger even after he was assassinated?

The palace was close at hand, Fan Ruo Ruo gradually calmed her mind. She was only at the Star Picking Building that day to help her elder brother escape from Kyoto, in fact, in the end, it was impossible for her to harbor too much resentment towards His Majesty the Emperor, after all, twenty years ago, the death of that poor baby that she had never seen before was too far, too far away from her.

The first month came to its last day, and the footsteps of the twelfth year of the Qing calendar finally landed firmly on this great land. However, the footsteps of the court of the Southern Qing Dynasty still can’t walk steadily, although His Majesty the Emperor has been able to half sit up to read the papers, but in the end can’t consume too much energy, and under the door of the Central Committee of the He Zongwei has died, and in the ministries of the key officials were Fan Xian’s hand to clear out, for a time on the court is a bit chaotic, good at the University of Hu put up this old life for seven consecutive days and nights did not return to his home, but also did not let the major events of the court be delayed too much.

And the shadowy footsteps are still in the chaotic tread, Kyoto seems to return to normal, in fact, is still in a very tight control, especially for those assassins of the capture and kill work, never let up. The Qing court must be proud of itself in this matter, those Ninth Grade powerhouses who were first seriously injured by His Majesty and then shot by ten thousand arrows should still be besieged in the middle of Kyoto living in fear. In such a large metropolitan city, yet the possibility of these strongmen escaping was strictly sealed, partly because these strongmen were too heavily injured, but on the other hand, one must also recognize the horror of the Qing State’s state apparatus.

Right now has confirmed the death of five assassins, the corpse has been transported into the palace, known names of the assassins but there are still at least three people do not know where they are, respectively, the first master of the palace of Northern Qi, Lord Wolf Peach, the young disciple of the sword hut of the city of Dongyi King Thirteen Lang, the holy woman of Northern Qi Hai Tang Duo Duo, these three people in Kyoto had several times close to be captured, only every time to pay the price of blood, and only then in a mess, escaped from the heavy siege.

As for …… Fan Xian, he was not even found in shadow. Yes, Fan Xian had disappeared, and so had the shadow, and the Qing officials in charge of the pouncing work had only realized at this moment that the characters trained by the Supervisory Academy were indeed too talented in these areas.

However, the officials still had confidence because young Lord Fan was too badly injured, and His Majesty’s Jade Mouth’s holy verdict was that the man’s meridians had been destroyed, and that it would be impossible for him to recover within a year.

On the other hand those court officials who entered the palace every night to report back on the progress, handing in folders to beg for imperial majesty, could not help but see another scene that they had long been accustomed to but was now extraordinarily odd. His Majesty was lying weakly in a quilt, and a woman dressed in ordinary girl’s clothes, coldly but carefully serving His Majesty, bringing medicine for His Majesty to drink, and feeding him food.

The woman was Miss Fan. The court officials had long since gotten used to seeing her face in the first five months, but how could they have imagined that it had only been out for a day, and why was she back again? Didn’t Lord Fan Jr. become an accomplice in the assassination of the king, but how is his sister still able to serve at His Majesty’s side? What is Mr. Yao thinking? Aren’t you worried that Miss Fan might do something bad?

Not only is Miss Fan serving His Majesty in the palace every day, but the Fan Mansion, which is regarded as a place of death by everyone, doesn’t seem to have turned into a hell, and the people in it are living as usual, with County Princess Lin Wan’er coming to the palace every once in a while to bring His Majesty some fresh food and tell him some funny jokes.

What is this? His Majesty wants to kill Little Lord Fan, but he doesn’t want to make things difficult for his wife and sister? This scene is really too absurd and ridiculous, it is really a bit incomprehensible.

The dull atmosphere of Kyoto was finally broken on a day in early February, Eunuch Yao received a top secret message, and after a long talk with His Majesty, who was weakened from his injuries, that night in the imperial study, the next day countless men and women from the inner court and the military quietly gathered from all sides and came to the gate of the first class Viscount Chenghai’s mansion.

The first moment the morning light emerged, the green buds on the trees were still slumbering under the wood bark, the gate of the House of Words was violently blasted open, and the soldiers and soldiers who surrounded from all sides guarded all the directions, while more than twenty masters directly leaped from the high courtyard wall, and it seemed that they knew where the target was, and directly pounced on that rockery in the back garden.

Eunuch Yao waited outside of the House of Words with his hands in his sleeves and a calm face, without the slightest intention of entering the house to speak. This mansion is not a simple place, not to mention how long Lord Yan Ruohai operated in the Supervisory Yuan back in the day, and to say that today’s young master of the House of Words, after all, is also the President of the Supervisory Yuan.

This time, the operation did not let out any wind to the Supervisory Yuan, because once that nobleman was really caught in the Yan Mansion, I am afraid that Yan Bingyun would not be able to explain it clearly in any way.

Little Duke Yan was draped in a nightgown, his face full of gravity as he looked at the soldiers who were arrogantly and incomparably searching around inside the mansion, the anger in the pupils of his eyes getting thicker and thicker. Yet his expression remained calm, the strength of mind of the most successful spy of the Qing Kingdom back then was not something that could be compared to ordinary people.

He did not rush towards his father’s residence behind the garden, he just stood inside the door of his bedroom, indifferently watching the scene unfold. Behind him on the bed, his wife, Miss Shen, slowly sat up and asked in a trembling voice, “What happened?”

“Don’t you know what happened?” Yan Bingyun’s head did not return, his voice squeezed into a cold line.

Sitting on the bed, Shen Wan’er’s face changed dramatically, and only after a long time did she respond with a trembling voice, “What did you say?”

“Only father and I know, and it was you who reminded me of it most earlier.” The corners of Yan Bingyun’s lips spread a trace of extremely bitter smile, “Back then, it was indeed me who was negative towards you, but it’s been so many years, I thought that you had long forgotten, and the two of us are husband and wife after all, I didn’t expect that you wouldn’t let my old Yan family family fall apart, but you were still unwilling to do so.”

Shen Wan’er’s body trembled up, knowing that his husband has seen through what he did, towards the back of the Yan Bingyun said in a mournful voice: “Where do I have this idea, just that he is after all a criminal, if the court knows, how can our family escape from the responsibility? Besides, he is a powerful person, if he said that he hid himself in, and the court didn’t find out, the court can also believe it.”

“Yes, our family has the merit of being the first to raise a case, but we also have the sin of sheltering.” Yan Bingyun’s smile looked so grim and bitter, “And yet I still can’t figure out why on earth you did this. You are from Northern Qi, when did you become so loyal to my Daqing court?”

A cacophony of noises came from the courtyard of the House of Words, while this master’s bedroom was so quiet. Shen Wan’er behind Yan Bingyun lowered her head in silence for a long time, and finally bravely raised her head, her eyes filled with a lingering color of resentment, “Why? What are you saying? Don’t forget, I am always your wife. Yes, that incident had nothing to do with you, but you dare to say that it had nothing to do with him, Fan Xian!”

Eldest Miss Shen’s voice wasn’t how loud, but it seemed extraordinarily sad and resentful. She looked at Yan Bingyun’s back and cried bitterly, “My father was killed by the Northern Qi Emperor’s envoy, Uesugi Tiger, and right after that my whole family was copied, and my family was broken up …… You don’t even know what it means to have your family broken up! My family up and down more than two hundred people all died! My younger brother, who is only three years old, also died! Who did this?”

“It was done by the Emperor of Northern Qi, but do you think I really don’t know that it was all Fan Xian and that woman called Haitang’s idea!” Miss Shen’s eyes were all glowing with hatred, “But what can I do? Fan Xian is your superior, your friend, the person you never say but actually admire the most …… Could I expect you to avenge the death of my family of over two hundred people?”

“Since he dared to escape to my side and let me discover it, I cannot miss this opportunity.” After finishing these words, knowing that no matter how things developed, it would be impossible to regain the heart of the man in front of her, Miss Shen sat down on the bed paralyzed, and couldn’t help but be a little appalled herself as to why she, a woman who originally didn’t know anything, had done such a bold piece of work, driven by hatred.

Yan Bingyun’s body slightly stiffened, but did not have any reaction, only sighed in the bottom of his heart, some confused feeling.

The wigwam in the back garden had already been dug up alive by the soldiers, yet they couldn’t help but stay in place as they looked at the dusty secret room inside, looking at the space where it seemed no one had ever stayed.

Yan Ruohai, who had been startled out of his room by the sound, looked as if he didn’t know anything about it, frowning as he looked at these sergeants responsible for pouncing on the Qin criminals as well as the inner court experts, and said in a chilling voice, “What’s going on here!”

“I’ve never had to worry about anything going wrong when I was hiding in the mansion.” Fan Xian leaned comfortably on top of the soft cushions in the carriage, and although the meridians in his body were still a mess, and although at this point he was worse than an invalid, this did not affect his good mood. At least he was already out of Kyoto, and as he eyed the more vivid scenery of the four fields of Kyoto, he felt happy for no reason.

When he left the Yan Mansion, he didn’t know what had happened, nor did he know that it was the fact that Miss Shen had never forgotten the tragic extermination of the Shen Mansion within the Northern Qi Upper Capital in the fifth year of the Qingli calendar, but he trusted in the abilities of Old Mr. Yan, and the Yan father and son were both characters who had boiled into a fine character in the Supervisory Court, so how was it possible for them to even fail to notice the strange movements in their own family residence.

It was still this strong ability of Mr. Yan’s family that finally saw an opportunity to send Fan Xian out of Kyoto. At this time, the carriage was walking on the road between the mountains and fields in the dim morning light, the driver was an official of the Supervisory Yuan, but not an old subordinate that Fan Xian was familiar with, nor was he an old man of the Qiyan group, since the House of Yan was assured of letting this official preside over this matter, it must be that it had enough confidence in his loyalty.

“That’s Lord Dean’s flood of good fortune.” The Inspectorate official who was driving the car smiled and spoke, “Otherwise, it would be impossible for Lord Dean to find such an opportunity to send you out of Kyoto.”

Of the two Lord Deans, the first one was naturally Fan Xian, and the latter was naturally Yan Bingyun. This official was silent for a moment before suddenly speaking, “Lord Dean wants me to ask you one last thing, you promised him that you wouldn’t go to Northern Qi and betray the court, can you really do it.”

“This dead ice lump ……,” Fan Xian cursed with a good-natured laugh, “said naturally is to do, and I’m not the old cripple kind of guy who has no inhibitions.”

“After you return to the capital, help me give this letter to Yan Bingyun and have him find a way to deliver it to His Majesty the Emperor’s case.” Fan Xian explained after a moment of contemplation, handing over a thin letter.

The content mentioned in the letter was very simple, that is, he had already left Kyoto and would fulfill the contents of the agreement between him and His Majesty the Emperor that night, and also asked His Majesty to keep his promise of a promise made by the Son of Heaven, and wished His Majesty good health and much care.

The main reason why this was superfluous was because of the friends who were still blocked in Kyoto. Fan Xian knew clearly that His Majesty’s main goal was himself, and if he was able to escape from Kyoto alive, then it would not make much sense to further deplete the country’s power and stir up controversy by keeping Thirteen Lang and the others in Kyoto.

The carriage turned several hands in the wild of Kyoto, circled around several times, took advantage of the secret paths in the mountains as well as the several switching points prepared by the Supervisory Board, and took three whole days to travel to a neighboring large state outside the state city.

Naturally, the carriage would not enter the state city, instead choosing to make the handover here. Looking at the familiar face, Fan Xian couldn’t help but smile and said, “I’m much more relieved that you’re here.”

Wang Qinian, who had rushed back to Southern Qing from the upper capital of Northern Qi and had been outside Kyoto preparing for the pickup, disguised himself as an old man with a wrinkled face, got into the car and inspected Fan Xian’s injuries, and couldn’t help but feel heavy-hearted, not in much of a mood to joke or laugh, and shook his head.

“What do I have to disguise as?”

Wang Qinian took out the fat powder and flowery cloth clothes from his arms and said with a forced smile, “Dress up as old pole my daughter-in-law ……”

Fan Xian let out a bitter laugh, and without making a pretentious gesture, he directly took it and said, “It’s much more convenient for you to dress up as Old Rod than for me.”

While he was changing his clothes, Wang Qinian couldn’t help but lower his voice and ask, “My lord, could it be that from the very beginning, you had already planned for yourself to be able to leave Kyoto?”

“I’m not an immortal, plans always catch up with changes.”

Fan Xian smiled faintly and then responded, “If I had been able to win in the palace, naturally I wouldn’t need to leave Kyoto, but since I lost, I must make sure I survive, and it’s a good thing that my luck is as excellent as ever.”

“I heard that there is not a place where people go, and there are not many people who can go, but anyone who dares to go …… is dead.”

“Who says they’re all dead? Bitter Lotus is alive, Sean is alive, and my uncle and my mom are all alive and well.” Fan Xian’s eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly tracing the backs of those characters back then, and said softly, “Simply surviving is not enough, this time in Kyoto like this and still lost, so besides going to the temple to look for that uncle of mine, what other choice do I have? This is something that has long been thought of, you don’t need to stop me.”

Wang Qinian’s face was a bit ugly, crumbled and said, “It’s not that I want to stop you …… Who in this world dares to stop you? Those who dare to stop, except for His Majesty, I am only afraid that the rest are all dead. It is just that the temple …… is not a palace, that is the place where the immortals live, I am afraid that I will take you to toss for decades and not be able to find the place.”

“Our goal is, not to toss.” Fan Xian coughed twice, forcing his mind to control the burning pain of the meridians in his body, and reluctantly smiled, “You shouldn’t be too scared either.”

This was originally something Fan Xian had thought about, he possessed more knowledge than anyone else in the world about that vapid and ethereal temple, and even vaguely, he was able to capture the temple’s true background, but of course, all of this was just speculation.

His Majesty was so powerful that he even survived and woke up after that gunshot. Fan Xian knew clearly that after this battle, His Majesty would never go out of the palace in person again and risk his own life, and the situation that lay between Fan Xian and the Emperor today was one of mutual hostage-taking based on that long talk they had had before the father and son struck. After all, this was a war between two people, and neither Emperor Qing nor Fan Xian wanted the war to spread to the whole world, so Fan Xian had to find a force strong enough to defeat His Majesty after his disastrous defeat in this battle.

It could no longer be found in heaven, so the only way to find it was to look to the heavens. Fan Xian’s mood was slightly heavy, he knew how exalted the temple was in the hearts of the world, but he was worried about Five Bamboos’ safety, and for the sake of his own meridian injuries, and for many, many purposes, he had to make a treacherous journey towards the temple.

“How to go?” Wang Qi young pulled the reins of his horse and asked a very truthful word. The world honored the Temple of God, but no one knew where it was.

“To the north. All the way north. All the way north.” Fan Xian said.