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 oil lamp in the study flickered, and the room brightened then dimmed again. Fan Xian looked at the changing yellow light on the general's face. He narrowed his eyes and didn't speak for a while. An oil lamp flickering should be, according to Qing Kingdom's superstitions, a joyful thing. However, Fan Xian currently could not confirm this fact.
"Talk about your past and speak your thought."
Fan Xian slowly sucked in a breath and tried his best to make his expression softer.
"My name is Xu Maocai." The general smiled slightly and began to narrate his identity and connection to Fan Xian.
Fan Xian nodded. Such a normal name was indeed a necessary requirement for those who wanted to hide their identity. However, he did not know the other person had escaped the purge back then. He understood even less why the other person would choose this moment to show himself.