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.
The winter snow that landed on the stone pavement melted quickly. It was very difficult for it to accumulate. The snow that landed on the bright-yellow glazed roof tiles were frozen by the cold wind, looking like countless shattered shards of clouds calmly waiting in the bright sunlight.
Fan Xian drew back his gaze that had been greedily appreciating the snow. With his hands held behind his back, he followed behind Eunuch Yao and calmly wound through the quiet and twisty ways of the palace walls. He walked toward the depth of the Royal Palace enveloped by the blood red cinnabar color. Behind the two of them, a dozen guards carefully followed them. Fan Xian had not been bound, but the edict had already labeled him as a renegade. The guards were worried that if Sir Fan junior actually caused trouble within the Palace, what power did they have to stop him?