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.
Anyone could hear the meaning and resentment hidden within these two sentences. Yan Xiaoyi stood on the stone steps and stared into Fan Xian's eyes as if he wanted to use his gaze to coldly nail the other person.
He knew that he could not kill Fan Xian in Jingdou, which was a sorrowful reality. After all these years, he still realized, uncomfortably, that even though this pretty boy on the horse in front of him cursed his son in such a sinister manner and threatened him in front of the entire Jingdou—no, it was terrorized him—he still couldn't do anything ahead of time.
He was the son of a hunter while the other person was the son of the Emperor.
Yan Xiaoyi was not like the other elders in the military. He was not from aristocratic families like the Qin and Ye families nor did he descend from the royal family like the Great Prince. Although he had the Eldest Princess as a support, in reality, his rise in the military depended on his own abilities.