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.
"Do you remember last year, when I used the Black Fist to strike Guo Baokun? Did the capital government come around, asking me about it?"
"No."
"Do you remember the incident in the spring exam this year? Did the Ministry of Punishment come around, asking me about it?"
"No." Fan Sizhe was a little confused as he looked at him. Was his big brother seeking to remind him of the Qing Kingdom’s laws? But the problem was, those two cases had threads that led nowhere. Any effort to resolve them, was hopeless as they had pretty much disappeared. In the Qing Kingdom, an individual’s power could go above the law, and what Fan Xian seemed to be telling his little brother went against what he had preached in regards to justice.