Chapter 448: 448
Chapter 448: Big Brother, Don’t Scold Second Brother
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Fan Xian held the sword and smiled bitterly .
After his father entered the room, he put on the most sincere smile and said, "Father, you're home so early?"
Fan Jian nodded and sat down in front of the bed . "There isn't much going on at the Ministry of Revenue at the moment, so I don't need to be there all the time . "
After saying this, he handed over an oil paper bag and said, "Steamed buns from Xinfeng Restaurant…these few days, the Third Prince has been studying . Since he's been out for a year, she is keeping a close eye on him . Although he knows the news of your injury, he can't come out at the moment . He only remembers that you like to eat the steamed buns from Xinfeng Restaurant, so he had someone buy them and deliver them to you . "
Fan Xian accepted the still warm paper bag . Taking a steamed bun out, he took a careful bite and found that the soup inside was no longer very hot . Fan Jian looked at his son's appearance and couldn't help but furrow his brows and shake his head .
Fan Xian had a bite and placed the paper bag on the table . Unconsciously, he twisted his head to glance at the accumulated snow on the windowsill . A glimmer of envy appeared in his eyes .
"Don't think about going out again," Fan Jian could see what his son was thinking and said sternly . "The day before yesterday, I let you slip out to go to the Chen Garden . Be content with that . Right now, there is snow everywhere in Jingdou and the roads are slippery . You're also still injured . You should be calmer . "
Fan Xian smiled self-mockingly . "Am I so popular? Surely, not everyone wants to stab me . Furthermore, in Jingdou, are there actually people who would dare to move against me?"
Fan Jian smiled coldly and said, "Inside and outside of Jingdou is only the separated by a distance of a dozen li . How different do you think it is?"
After he was silent for a moment, he quietly said, "For this matter, it's best if you're calm for now . The Emperor will, naturally, find justice for you . "
Fan Xian agreed respectfully with his mouth . In his heart, he thought completely differently . Chen Pingping and Fan Jian both seemed to be watching the Emperor's attitude, but the two elders both had secret plans . However, they were both keeping them from Fan Xian, not wanting him to be involved too deeply . Fan Xian knew that the person injured was himself, so he should also bear the brunt of it . Always secretly enduring, it really did not accord with his principles of living .
As for what the Emperor would do next, through his conversation with Chen Pingping, Fan Xian could faintly guess some of it . However, the changing of people in court seemed to have little to do with him .
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After his father left the room, Fan Xian's mind spun and he stretched, testing . He found that the wound on his back had mostly recovered . His own medical skills and strange physique was indeed very suitable for a life dancing on the point of a knife .
He got off the bed and dressed as quietly as possible to avoid alerting the serving girls outside his room . Sitting on a round stool beside the table he furrowed his brows for a bit and felt that leaving the chest as it was should be safe . There were many clever people under heaven, but for everyone who was overly clever, they would never think he would act in such a way .
His thoughts settled, and he gently pushed open the innermost curtain . A gust of hot air washed over him from the furnace outside . He shattered a medicinal pill between his fingers and a light fragrance gradually filled the space .
A drowsy-eyed serving girl was standing by the furnace feeling sleeping . Seeing the young master come out, she was first startled . After inhaling the fragrance, she immediately re-entered the land of dreams . Fan Xian tilted his head slightly, looked at the charmingly naïve serving girl, and couldn't resist smiling . It looked like the fate of Si Qi, this serving girl, was to be put to sleep by him . Wan'er thought the trip to Hangzhou was too long, so she didn't bring this serving girl . Unexpectedly, after he returned to the capital, he still had to send her to sleep .
Wrapping a thick overcoat around him, Fan Xian carefully stole along the corridor toward the back door . In the manor, were the Teng couple, and their management of servants were always a bit lax . In such heavy snow, if the masters had no orders, the servants liked to hide in their rooms to be lazy . Coincidentally, no one along the way discovered Fan Xian's escape from home .
When he neared the big metal door, there were always guards standing duty . However, Fan Xian glared, and the guards could only pretend to be mute . Young master, old master, they were both masters . It was not good to offend either of them .
He easily left the manor and climbed into the normal looking carriage . Mu Feng'er carefully helped him into the carriage and then sealed the curtains around the window . Fan Xian shook his head and said, "I want to see the scenery . How can I do that if you've sealed all the windows?"
Mu Feng'er smiled and didn't say anything . Swinging on a straw raincoat, he covered the Overwatch Council robe inside . Shaking his wrist, the horse whip spun a few times in the air and brought down a few snowflakes . Slowly, the carriage began to move .
Swordsmen from the Sixth Bureau followed along in secret, and an Overwatch Council secret agent was disguised as a pedestrian, blending in with the sparse travelers in Jingdou .
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The carriage drove through a lively area in Jingdou and carefully avoided the pedestrians .
Fan Xian lifted a corner of the curtain and gazed out . He saw that the stalls on either side of the street were open as usual . Those stall-keepers selling snacks held large umbrellas and used the heat from their pots to battle the severe cold . There was not a sliver of difference from what he saw a year ago .
He couldn't help but smile . For the court, the imperial envoy being attacked by an assassin was indeed an incredibly major event . For these commoners, presumably it was the most enthusiastically discussed topic around meals these days, however, the impact of the event was not very big . Those who had to do small business still had to do their small businesses . Those who had headaches about having enough food still had their headaches . Him being attacked by an assassin more upset the court . For the normal lives that lived through the same each day, there was not a lot of change .
Suddenly, his heart jumped . He stared at the people in the neighboring street and didn't move his gaze for a while . The people, who clearly looked like aces, were warily guarding a young man . It was clear that the young man had disguised himself, but how could he fool Fan Xian's eyes . He felt a great shock .
"Catch up to them," Fan Xian ordered in an urgent voice . He watched as the group bought something and climbed into their own carriage .
Mu Feng'er made a sound of acknowledgement . Gently raising the reins, they moved toward them .
The two carriages, one in front and one behind, circled around the prosperous street and turned into a relatively quiet but also relatively luxurious area . At this moment, it was still early in the day, so none of the winter entertainments had begun . Thus, the buildings on this street were all rather quiet . Only in the middle of the street, in the best location, the brothel's red lights were already hovering up high . Its curtains provided shelter from the wind and their colors within attracted the male lifeforms outside in the wretched wind and bitter snow .
It was Jingdou's most famous Baoyue Brothel .
Fan Xian watched as the group of people disembarked from the carriage and walked into the building . He furrowed his brows, thinking to himself that perhaps his eyes had really gone bad after the injury . With his head full of thoughts, he didn't even think before having Mu Feng'er drive the carriage into the Baoyue Brothel's inner courtyard from a side street . They stopped outside a door beside the lake in the back of the building .
He was Baoyue Brothel's true owner . The housemaid waiting by the back door saw him come down from the carriage and jumped in shock, thinking, Wasn't the master injured? How could he have the leisure to come visit? However, she didn't dare say much . As she quickly sent someone to inform the second shopkeeper, Shi Qing'er, she carefully led Fan Xian to the prettiest stand-alone courtyard by the lake .
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