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.
Although the light snow had ceased, the cold continued to be trapped within the palace. It was indeed difficult to withstand the might of heaven. However, Fan Xian was very warm sitting in his wheelchair. He wore a high-collared cloak that protected him from the wind and snow so well that he was feeling a little hot. As to the Emperor's questioning, he had prepared himself for it a long time ago. He had never expected to hide the fact that his family smuggled Fan Sizhe out of the capital from many people.
"I received a letter the day before yesterday. He has already settled in Shangjing."
Fan Xian casually glanced at the eunuch behind him. The Emperor was walking energetically in front them and so did not notice the exchange of glances between the two people.