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.
Fan Xian sat in the carriage, his eyes looking out. He said in a quiet voice, "Regardless of whether you should be dead right now or captured by the Ming family, in any case, during this period of time, it's impossible for you to appear before people. The Council has arranged for a place for you. Hide there and come out after this matter has settled down."
The Fourth Ming master weakly agreed.
Fan Xian glanced back at him and couldn't help shaking his head. "Back when I had Seventh Ming meet with you, you should have agreed. Why the need for such a scare?"
The Fourth Ming master gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "Who would have thought this pair of mother and son could be so ruthless?"
Fan Xian shook his head impatiently, "To protect such a large family, naturally, there needed to be many sacrifices."