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 journey went well. The group of carriages traveled along the road. They occasionally found marks and blood left by the Hu people's sudden attacks. Each time this happened, Fan Xian would get off the carriage and look around. He would then have the Second Bureau intelligence officers carefully gather information.
In this halting way, it took six days for them to reach the most distant and youngest of cities in the Qing Kingdom: Qingzhou.
Qingzhou was very different than Fan Xian had imagined. Before he had come, he had looked closely at the Council's intelligence reports. He had even visited the Great Prince to ask about the situation in the West. He had thought that Qingzhou was just a relatively desolate frontier city and more like a heavily guarded military camp. Unexpectedly, when he and his group entered the city, they found that other than the soldiers walking around, most people were merchants.