Chapter 459
Chapter 459: Fog
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Second Prince left Baoyue Brothel . His expression was unusually cold . Regardless of what information he received through this conversation, and how much trust and fear he felt toward Fan Xian's objection, the reality tonight had proved a great deal . His power in the capital had already been mercilessly uprooted by Fan Xian . There were only two paths before him . One, he could determinedly rely on the Eldest Princess' side . Another was as Fan Xian thought, he could sincerely back out of the fight for the line of succession .
Without power, what would he use to fight? However, the Second Prince knew that if this situation developed, if Fan Xian had not swept away his power today, then in the not so distant future, either Qing Kingdom would sink into turmoil or he would be mercilessly wiped out .
But, he would not have a thread of gratitude toward Fan Xian because he had forced him onto this desperate path .
After the Great Prince said a few things with Fan Xian, he also left Baoyue Brothel with worry all over his face . At the same time, he also took away the Third Prince . The conversation between the royal brothers had not been very cheerful . Furthermore, the Third Prince had to go back to the Palace . As the leader of the Imperial Army, it was most appropriate for the Great Prince to take him along the way .
The night was gradually getting darker . If there was such a thick layer of clouds, one would certainly be able to see that the moon had moved to the position it should be in the middle of the night .
Fan Xian did not leave Baoyue Brothel . He sat by himself for a long time and ate the bowl of mutton soup he had made . Eating it made his whole body feel warm . He drank a few more cups of wine . Only then did he slowly stand and walked to the window to glance outside .
Outside the window was a deathly silence . The people from the Jingdou government and garrison had already left . Baoyue Brothel was not open for business tonight, so the girls had already slept . There were only a few agile people serving him .
Inside the building, the red candles stood silently . Fan Xian had Shi Qing'er prepare a bucket of hot water, and he comfortably had a wash .
After washing, he rubbed his slightly red face and asked, "Has the Great Prince gone to Yangcong Alley in the past few days?"
Shi Qing'er listened at the side . She knew that the big boss was talking about the matter of the Hu tribe princess . She shook her head . As she was about to go forward to help him dress, he waved his hand and had her leave .
In a moment, Sang Wen came in . This gentle shopkeeper of Baoyue Brothel bent down slightly and carefully helped him put on his inner clothing . Her fingers slid across his well-shaped muscles and couldn't help being slightly startled but didn't dare move too much . She carefully tied the nearly three fingers-wide secret crossbow to his left forearm .
Putting on his shoes, she slid the black, slender, and long head of the crossbow into the boots . Sang Wen stood and conducted a final tidying of Fan Xian's outfit, ensuring that the black Overwatch Council official robes covered every sliver of skin that could be damaged . Only then did she nod her head .
Fan Xian smiled slightly to show his approval . Confirming that the medicinal pills on him had not been lost, he patted Sang Wen's head and started to leave the room .
Sang Wen started slightly and said, "Sir, your sword?"
Fan Xian turned his head and saw Sang Wen holding Wei Emperor's sword in her hands . He was calm but an irresolute expression flashed through his eyes . A moment later, he said, "This sword is too bright . It's better to not take it . Just leave it here for now . "
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Lifting the triple leather curtains in front of Baoyue Brothel, all of the main people respectfully saw Fan Xian out of the door . He had already raised the hood on his robe and pulled it over his head, letting the shadows hide his delicate appearance . Stepping down the stone steps outside the building, he couldn't resist raising his head to glance at the heavy night as if he was confirming whether or not it would snow in a while .
The carriage drove over, but he shook his head, indicating that he wanted to walk . He then headed toward the east .
Baoyue Brothel had a feast, so he didn't bring his Tiger Guards, and all of the power of the Overwatch Council in Jingdou had already carried out countless attacks under the cover of night . Even the power of the Qinian Unit had been thrown in . There were only a few Fan manor guards and a coachman beside him .
Everyone knew that Baoyue Brothel was having a feast and had also heard of the disturbance in Jingdou . They all thought the young master needed to walk and think, so they didn't approach and disturb him . They only had the carriage follow him at a distance .
They did not go east for very long before turning into a straight, long street, Chang Street .
Wearing the robe, he suddenly stopped his steps as if he was listening to something . He waved his hand to tell the carriage behind him to not follow him . He walked toward the center of the street .
The night was already dark . A sudden strange fog appeared in the Jingdou alley where the snow had stopped . The fog moved around the air and gradually became heavier . It rolled in from all directions and gradually gathered on Chang Street .
A faintly white fog, it was not very distinct on the lightless Jingdou street, but it effectively obstructed people's vision . One felt blind despite open eyes and fingers could not be seen on an outstretched hand .
At first, the carriage behind him did not let Fan Xian walk alone in this night and was not going to listen to his orders . However, at this moment, they still stopped unwillingly .
The Fan manor guards on the carriage made the wind-proof lantern a bit brighter, but the dim yellow light only lit up the dog in front . Like the clouds at the top of Cang Mountain, they could not see very far . They had long lost sight of the lonely figure in black .
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On Chang Street, the white fog gradually thickened . Only the weak sounds of Fan Xian's footsteps could be heard, ringing out like a calm and steady rhythm . Other than this, there was not a single other, sound as if there was not a living thing on this street .
The people the Overwatch Council wanted to kill tonight seemed to have already been killed, and those they wanted to capture have already been thrown into prison with the Seventh Bureau firmly in control . The Jingdou commoners who did not yet know of these things were enjoying the warmth of their beds . The nobles out at night had already staggered home . The people sounding the night watches were being lazy . The 13 city gate guards were watching the gates .
The footsteps constantly moved forward, then, it seemed to sense something and paused in the white fog . A gust of a winter's night's wind blew past and thinned the fog on Chang Street a little . The end of Chang Street could faintly be seen .
There should be no one at the end of Chang Street . However, it felt like there was someone standing guard there . Wearing the robe, he stopped his steps and raised his head . His eyes gazed calmly forward as if he seeing just who was there .
Then, he saw a person .
The person's figure was tall and sturdy with shoulders like steel . He stood like a mountain at the end of Chang Street . There was a longbow behind him, and he carried a quiver with 13 arrows inside .
The wind stopped, and the fog thickened . They were not seen again .
Fan Xian had the Overwatch Council begin their final attack on the Second Prince and his people, but he seemed to have forgotten one thing . When you attacked the most aggressively, often that was also when your defenses were the weakest . At this moment, he had no one beside him he could depend on, only himself .
He was carrying out revenge for the attack in the valley . It was a completely unreasonably revenge, but had forgotten that a certain Governor was also going to carry out revenge for the death of his only son .
Could he dodge the bow opposite him?
Two years ago, he had been shot down from the Palace walls by that bow and had been completely powerless to retaliate . That bow had already become the largest patch of blank space in his martial cultivation .
That was why he stopped behind the fog .
On the other side of the white fog, Yan Xiaoyi slightly shuttered his eyes and felt the qi of the person behind the fog, checking that the other party did not leave his control .
On this side of the fog, there was no sign of movement .
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Yan Xiaoyi, the previous Commander of the Imperial Army, the current Governor of the North of Qing Kingdom and one of the very few ninth-ranked super officials, was not a lunatic . He knew what it would mean to assassinate Fan Xian in Jingdou's Chang Street .
He still did not forcefully suppress his battle rage and bloodlust . When he saw Yan Shendu's body in the Yuantai Camp, he had already decided . A person's life, just what was it for? Even if, in the future, he controlled all the armies under heaven and conquered this kingdom, who would he leave it to?"
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