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.
Chen Pingping let out a sharp laugh. He rubbed his rough fingers together and asked, "Is Sir Wu in the capital now?" This was the question Fei Jie had asked on the day of Fan Xian’s wedding. Fan Xian shook his head and answered as he had last time: "I hear he went south to look for Ye Liuyun. I don’t know when he will return."
Somehow, Fan Xian felt like he could hear a person sighing somewhere in this room. He frowned and put his finger on the trigger of his crossbow—what the three of them were discussing now was too terrifying to be leaked. If someone were to eavesdrop, the result would be difficult to bear for both Fan Xian and Chen Pingping.
"You may come out." Noticing the movement in Fan Xian’s sleeve. Chen Pingping explained, "I believe you must be intrigued as to who leads the Sixth Bureau."