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 large bed in the rear residence of Fan manor was just as soft as it always has been. His son and daughter, who were usually treated like little lords, were sleeping peacefully under the nannies' care. No one would disturb the people in the master bedroom. Fan Xian was very sleepy. After talking a little with Wan'er, he sank into dreams with his feet still soaking in the hot water. Lin Wan'er sighed and pulled on a thin robe as she got up to deal with the aftermath.
Jingdou in the darkness was completely silent. Most people had already entered the sweet darkness of slumber. Only the unusually diligent Emperor was still annotating the memorials sent by the seven Roads. Although the memorials had already been read twice by the Hall of Governmental Affairs, the Emperor was used to examining all the details of the world. Thus, his workload was immense.