I Came From Faraway To Make Our Appointment

The oil lamp in the study flickered, and the room brightened then dimmed again. Fan Xian looked at the changing yellow light on the general's face. He narrowed his eyes and didn't speak for a while. An oil lamp flickering should be, according to Qing Kingdom's superstitions, a joyful thing. However, Fan Xian currently could not confirm this fact.

"Talk about your past and speak your thought."

Fan Xian slowly sucked in a breath and tried his best to make his expression softer.

"My name is Xu Maocai." The general smiled slightly and began to narrate his identity and connection to Fan Xian.

Fan Xian nodded. Such a normal name was indeed a necessary requirement for those who wanted to hide their identity. However, he did not know the other person had escaped the purge back then. He understood even less why the other person would choose this moment to show himself.