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 stared at Guangxin Palace in a daze. Looking at the column in front of the Palace, he wondered whether or not the hole in the column had been filled with lime.
When he had investigated the Royal Palace for the first time at night, it was behind the column in this palace that he was stabbed with a sword by that serving girl. The sword had pierced through the thick wood post and almost entered his waist.
Even now, Fan Xian seemed to still be able to feel the murderous intent on that sword, although that serving girl had been killed by him on scene. It was also that night he had overheard the collusion between the Eldest Princess and Northern Qi royal family, the truth of Yan Bingyun being sold out, as well as blocked Yan Xiaoyi's arrow that seemed to have come from the ends of the earth.