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.
After Fan Wujiu heard He Zongwei's icy words, he slowly lowered his head and did not have any obvious reaction. He was silent for a while. He then said in a low voice, "Before you report to the Emperor, you should try and find out more."
"Naturally. Alright, it's late. You should go rest," He Zongwei said casually and waved his hand. He then picked up the file on his table again.
Fan Wujiu glanced at He Zongwei. A darkness flashed through his eyes. He bowed and left. After he walked out of the study, He Zongwei immediately put down the file in his hands and looked silently toward the door, deep in thought.
Initially, he was worried about having one of the Second Prince's trusted eight generals take his side. After all, many people in Jingdou knew about Fan Wujiu's identity. If this was discovered and spread into the Palace, who knew what the Emperor would think.