A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
Fan Xian wanted to smile but could not manage it. It was as if the expression on his face had been frozen by the wind and snow outside the Temple. He stared in a daze at Thirteenth Wang in front of him. He looked at his young friend's calm but stubborn face. After a long time, he sighed deeply and felt a chill in the depths of his heart.
He knew Thirteenth Wang was speaking the truth. He was not one to speak in hypotheticals, which was why he had felt a chill.
If the future did not develop in the way Fan Xian and Sigu Jian expected it to, if the people of the world thought that Fan Xian was only plundering Dongyi's strength without considering the interests of the Dongyi citizens and merchants, perhaps Thirteenth Wang would actually turn against him.