That night, Shazhou City was filled with quiet tension. The usually bustling night streets were unusually silent. Everyone knew something had happened, but no one knew... exactly what had happened.

On the street east of the gambling house, there were some of the cleanest and most comfortable inns in this large city. Wealthy families from all over often booked entire floors here.

Fan Xian, who had come to Shazhou today, although a blatant second-generation scion, hadn't picked up too many of their habits. His lifestyle, while not simple, wasn't extravagant either, so he only booked the quiet top floor.

Xia Qifei stood obediently in the corner of the room, carefully placing the waist token into his pocket in front of Fan Xian. He then signed his name on the document, pressed his bright red fingerprint, and respectfully handed over a kraft paper bag.

Fan Xian glanced at the document, nodded, and said with a smile, "Master Xia, we are now one family."

Xia Qifei cried inwardly. Signing this document naturally made him part of the young official's family. However, his family had all sorts of people. The other party was the young master, while he was like a slave who had sold himself.

But he knew that he probably didn't have the ability or opportunity in this life to vent this anger in his heart. A hero of the Jianghu could take it and let it go. Since he had chosen this path, he would walk it steadily. So he straightened his front, stepped forward, and bowed down very neatly, saying, "This subordinate Xia... Ming Qingcheng, pays respects to the Lord."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't bow down. A pair of hands had already very steadily supported his body. Fan Xian looked at him and said, "No matter how Master Xia views me, since you've joined the Court, although we are officials of the court with a hierarchy, we are also brothers who must be completely honest with each other. I'm not strict about external things."

Xia Qifei was slightly stunned.

Fan Xian continued, "Master Xia probably has the same prejudices as everyone else in the world about the Imperial Censorate, but is not very clear about our internal relationships."

He paused and said with a smile, "To put it bluntly, we are like a pack of wolves raised by the court, but there are too many lions and tigers outside. If we want to survive, work for the court, and benefit the people, we shouldn't care about those dirty words. The key is our internal unity. A pack of wolves can have a head wolf, but there will never be infighting within."

Xia Qifei frowned and replied, "Your subordinate understands."

"You don't understand." Fan Xian said very directly, "I know these words are very boring and empty rhetoric, but take your time. You will always experience this feeling in the affairs of the Court in the future... Well, I understand you. After all, you are a hero of your generation. You must have felt uncomfortable being deliberately suppressed by me in the branch beforehand."

Xia Qifei's heart trembled. But Fan Xian's expression softened, and he said with a chuckle, "At that time, you were a commoner, and I was an official. Naturally, there was this distinction... Now your identity is different."

Xia Qifei didn't know how to respond, so he could only remain silent in fear.

"The common people are mostly foolish." Fan Xian frowned and said, "So you can use them, you can take care of them, but... you can't trust them, you can't let them have some wrong judgment and want to climb on top of you. Therefore, as an official of the Imperial Censorate, although we are standing in the position of the emperor and the people to supervise officialdom, we can only trust the emperor. The common people... the Imperial Censorate only needs to maintain sufficient authority and pressure."

"Of course, these are just some of my personal feelings." Fan Xian gently rolled up his sleeves, "They are not necessarily correct."

The people of the Qing Dynasty were forgetful. After that rainy night, Fan Xian felt a little chilled. Later, the longer he stayed in Kyoto, the colder his heart became. He had long regarded what Uncle Wu Zhu said as a clear understanding of how to conduct oneself in the world – there is no one in the world you can trust – the objects that cannot be trusted, in addition to individual people, also include those muddle-headed common people in Qing Kingdom, and naturally, also include that Emperor, but at any time, Fan Xian would not declare this thought.

At this time, besides Fan and Xia, only Su Wenmao of the Qi Nian Team was in the room.

Fan Xian pointed to Su Wenmao and said, "Master Su was transferred to my side from somewhere. I think you shouldn't have the desire to work by my side, but it's not impossible for you to enter Kyoto in the future."

Xia Qifei thought that he would be much happier being a local tyrant in Jiangnan than entering Kyoto, but he said sincerely, "It's all up to you, Lord, to promote me."

Fan Xian shook his head, "Don't say false words, but the Court can indeed help you do many things, so don't blame me either, it's just mutual use." He also said, "Master Su is the witness to your admission to the Court today. You will contact Master Su for related contact methods and upload matters in the future. You two can talk about it together in a while."

He said to Su Wenmao again, "You should let Master Xia familiarize himself with the handbook and regulations as soon as possible."

Su Wenmao bowed his head in salute. The two knew that Fan Tisi had finished his instructions, so they bowed again and left the room.

As soon as the two left the room, the Third Prince's small body floated out of the inner suite like a ghost, walked to Fan Xian's side, and asked softly, "Teacher, is this how the Imperial Censorate recruits people?"

"This is a special case." Fan Xian politely invited the Third Prince to sit down, "What Your Highness heard earlier is not common in the Court. The Imperial Censorate recruits people, first of all, they have to investigate for a long time. Generally speaking, we are used to picking people from the armies of various states. This is the habit formed when His Majesty first organized the Imperial Censorate before the Northern Expedition. Of course, later we also began to pay special attention to the scholars who failed in the spring examination every year. After all, to supervise officialdom, if you don't even recognize the words, there's nothing you can do. All outstanding talents, and after they have no hope in the imperial examination, are the objects that the Imperial Censorate tries to absorb... However, the Court is most taboo about recruiting people who already have considerable power or have a background behind them."

The Third Prince frowned and said, "This Xia Qifei is the chieftain of the Jiangnan Water Village."

"So it's a special case." Fan Xian explained patiently, "Generally speaking, people like Xia Qifei can at most be allowed to move around the periphery of the Court's affairs. It is rare for him to be appointed as a Jian Si this time."

"Why is it a special case?" The Third Prince seemed particularly interested and eager to learn about these matters.

Fan Xian didn't blame him this time for placing too much emphasis on details as a prince, and said in a gentle voice, "Because this time His Majesty ordered his subordinate to clean up the inner treasury in Jiangnan, and will face a group of wealthy merchants and celebrities in Jiangnan, so the Imperial Censorate needs to find someone in Jiangnan, and someone who can absolutely control."

"Why?" The Third Prince seemed very puzzled. Although he was ruthless at a young age, as a prince, he had never encountered any setbacks except for eating a hard trick from Fan Xian because of the Bao Yue Brothel, so he couldn't imagine the complexity and difficulty of Jiangnan's government affairs at all.

Fan Xian glanced at him, looked at the child's serious eyes, and couldn't help but find it a little funny, but he also deeply admired the Consort Yi in the palace. How could such an honest and amiable lady raise such a temperamentally tough, studious, and willing to bend her body as a powerful little prince? I'm afraid that relative lady is not so simple either.

"Jiangnan has been run by Xinyang for too long." Fan Xian didn't shy away from mentioning the Eldest Princess in front of him, "For more than ten years, this place has been a solid piece of iron. Even if some people are enemies of the Cui and Xia families, there are always inextricable connections of interests in all aspects. No one wants too much change to occur in the current situation. The losses brought about by the changes are what these people don't want to see."

"We have come from Kyoto from afar. For them, we are a powerful variable. When external forces strike, even if there are gaps inside the iron plate, they will temporarily merge into one to resist foreign enemies together... So we need a grain of sand that already exists in the iron plate, so that this grain of sand becomes larger and larger, and finally gradually cracks the iron plate, making it difficult to return to its original state."

The Third Prince frowned and said, "On the one hand, the grain of sand may not have this ability. If we help him, what's the difference between that and us coming forward ourselves?"

"The key is that it's inconvenient for us to come forward." Fan Xian also had a headache and sighed, "Your Highness, you don't know how deeply rooted the concept of region is in this country. I can let Little Shi open a Bao Yue Brothel branch, and I can let Danbo Bookstore open all over Suzhou, but if I really touch the fundamental interests of the people of Jiangnan, I'm afraid it will provoke a collective attack."

"Collective attack? Who will there be?"

"The Ming family, the largest wealthy merchant in Jiangnan, I killed several young masters, so I have a deep hatred with the salt merchants, those officials at all levels who have long been fed by the Eldest Princess, starting from that Ling Tidu, the second-rank official in Jiangnan Road, all the way to the old soldiers guarding the city gate in Suzhou City."

Fan Xian smiled and ticked off his fingers like he was playing a game, "The shopkeepers at all levels in the inner treasury, the girls who sell laughter on the streets, the old men who sell their skills in front of the temple, as long as they are people from Jiangnan, they will not like us to point fingers."

The Third Prince was slightly stunned and said sinisterly, "Let them attack if they want to attack. Is this... Teacher afraid of them?"

"I'm not afraid." Fan Xian said amusingly, "But what does that saying say? The law does not punish the masses... If Jiangnan is really in chaos, these people from all walks of life have ways to make the people complain and make a living difficult... If that day really comes, you say that when the court in Kyoto discusses it, will they cut off tens of thousands of heads to embolden me, or will they take off my official hat to appease the hearts of the people in Jiangnan?"

The Third Prince was stunned, thinking that with his father's temperament, you, Fan Xian, would definitely not suffer any hardships, but he would also transfer you back to Kyoto. Thinking that being the teacher of his dignified... my Third Prince, he would actually be made so aggrieved, the Third Prince felt very depressed.

Fan Xian seemed to guess what he was thinking, and laughed, "Of course, things are not so troublesome. Your Highness also knows that the Imperial Censorate is not vegetarian, and His Majesty cannot be only gentle. I'm just estimating the situation to be more difficult." His smile gradually faded, and he said calmly, "If I really have to kill people to establish prestige, I don't mind bearing this bad name."

The Third Prince shook his head, thinking that if too many people were killed, things would not end well. If the Metropolitan Procuratorate in Kyoto made trouble again, could his father really beat the censors to death? His father is an emperor who is determined to make a name for himself in history.

...Why not let that Xia Qifei, who was just subdued, kill them! His eyes lit up, but he didn't dare to tell his teacher his brilliant idea. He didn't know that his teacher, who looked gentle but was actually ruthless, was making such a low-down arrangement.

"Ahem." He coughed twice and said, "Then what about the navy? The navy guard is actually colluding with the water bandit leader... How will the Imperial Censorate investigate this matter?"

Fan Xian lowered his head to look at the kraft paper bag and said casually, "This matter doesn't need to be investigated."

To his surprise, the Third Prince frowned and said fiercely, "How can we not investigate? The army is an important weapon of the country. The navy at Shahu is an important force of my dynasty, directly bearing the title of Jiangnan Navy. Even this place has problems. If we don't thoroughly investigate, how will the court deal with itself? How can my Qing Kingdom, known as the strongest country in the world, be at peace?"

Fan Xian looked at the Third Prince in surprise, and heard from these naive and even unclear words that the child really cared about this matter. He couldn't help but feel a little confused, but he immediately understood after a moment's thought. It seemed that this little master really had that ambition... He couldn't help but laugh and handed the kraft paper bag in his hand to the Third Prince.

"The problem with the navy is not too big. Of course, that guard will naturally be unlucky. I think the admiral of the navy will have to give me an explanation after this incident." He said softly, "The Yangtze River is also a test. The navy's military discipline is still good."

The Third Prince refused to answer, but lowered his head to look through the things in the kraft paper bag. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. They were all secret communications between the Jiangnan Water Village and officials from various places in recent years. The accounts were clear, and although the names of those officials could not be signed on the return receipts, if he really investigated, he might be able to find several officials.

Fan Xian said, "This is... the so-called certificate of allegiance. Xia Qifei gave these things to me, which is equivalent to handing over the heads of those officials and himself to me. After both sides have revealed their cards, everyone can feel at ease."

The Third Prince suddenly raised his head and said in disbelief, "Xia Qifei will always be a hidden pawn?"

"Your Highness understands very quickly. You are really intelligent." Fan Xian praised, "We can arrest these officials whenever we want, depending on the time. If they are still ignorant of current affairs and want to stand on the opposite side of the court, then they will naturally be arrested. As for Xia Qifei, he is still the master of his Jiangnan Water Village, and he is still making friends with the navy and officials from various places. This is very good."

From Fan Xian's point of view, the so-called opposite side of the court is naturally the Xinyang side.

The Third Prince looked at Fan Xian excitedly and said, "Teacher has a good plan."

Fan Xian touched his hair and said with a self-deprecating smile, "What kind of good plan is this? Everyone can think of it, but no one has as many resources as the Imperial Censorate. If we can't find out Xia Qifei's details, we can't control him... Naturally, we can't use our hands and feet."

It was rare to hear him say a dirty word, but the Third Prince laughed and said, "Teacher is a poet of his generation, so he can also say dirty words."

Fan Xian laughed even louder, "What kind of dog fart poet... The poet also has to go to the toilet, and Zhuang Dajia still married two concubines. Where in this world is there such a person who is made of crystal from the inside out? Even if there is, I'm afraid it will freeze everyone around him to death."

The Third Prince chuckled, and suddenly asked mischievously, "Could it be that... Father also... swears?"

Fan Xian was stunned, looking at the child, he was angry, this was forcing him to lie, he really wanted to swear, and said with a smile and scolding, "Go back and ask your Consort Gui."

After laughing and joking for a while, the atmosphere relaxed a lot. The Third Prince suddenly thought of what Xia Qifei had said earlier, and became very interested. He asked, "Teacher, I heard from that thief leader that there will be a grand meeting by the West Lake in a few days to evaluate the martial arts cultivation of the Jiangnan heroes. It is a rare event... Shall we... shall we also go and see?"

"Vulgar, so vulgar." Fan Xian smiled and said, "It's just some vulgar people fighting. Your Highness is a dignified prince, why bother to join in the fun?"

"Jianghu." The Third Prince said with a frown, "The student is really curious." His eyes lit up and said, "Teacher is a rare ninth-rank master in the world. Wouldn't it be a wonderful thing to disguise yourself and win some kind of alliance leader at that time? It will be written into a storybook in the future and spread throughout the world..."

"It's getting more and more vulgar." Fan Xian smiled and said, "If I really do this, I don't know how it will be spread in Kyoto, and it will be more than enough to file a dozen chapters of materials against me. In the end, His Majesty will still criticize me for being young and reckless... Besides, with you by my side, how can I go to a dangerous place in person?"

He finally said, "Of course, the Imperial Censorate will definitely send someone to watch. It is estimated that the people from all over have already stayed by the West Lake. I am going to let Su Wenmao go there."

Only then did the Third Prince know that Fan Xian had already planned it, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and sighed sadly. Even if this prince's temperament is so firm and sinister, he is still just a child. He is not comfortable after all when he thinks that he can't join in the fun and see the legendary martial arts conference.

"It's late, Your Highness, please go to rest first." Fan Xian stood up to see off the guest.

When he sent the Third Prince to the door, the Third Prince suddenly stopped, did not push open the door, but turned around, tilting his face, and looking at Fan Xian with great interest, and then said, "Teacher, why did Father arrange for me to follow you to Jiangnan together?"

Fan Xian was stunned, and after a moment, he smiled and said, "What is Your Highness thinking in your heart, perhaps it is His Majesty's good intentions."

His words were frightening, and his heart was punishable.

The Third Prince's childish face suddenly became serious, and after thinking for a long time, he nodded slowly, and then asked, "May I ask Teacher, where is my second cousin now? I haven't seen him for many days, and the student is really worried."

Fan Xian knew that he was asking about Fan Sizhe. Looking at the Third Prince's face, he found that the second boss of the brothel seemed to be very sincere in his concern and love for the big boss, and smiled and replied, "The Ministry of Justice has already issued a sea arrest warrant to arrest him... How would I know?" The Third Prince is not the emperor, and he doesn't need to say too much.

The Third Prince glanced at him with some anger, and asked the last question, "There is a question I have always wanted to ask Teacher."

"Please speak, Your Highness."

"Um... On Xuankong Temple, why did you come to save me?" The Third Prince looked at him with a trace of anticipation, not knowing what kind of answer he wanted to know.

Fan Xian didn't even think about it, and said with a very direct smile, "Because Your Highness was in danger at that time, I naturally wanted to save you."

The Third Prince obviously didn't want this perfunctory answer, and continued to ask, "At that time... Father was more dangerous."

Fan Xian replied even more wonderfully, "I am closer to Your Highness."

The Third Prince was annoyed, pushed open the wooden door angrily, and walked out, thinking that this guy was indeed a dough body and an iron stone heart, and he was not willing to make anything clear, and he liked to play tricks!

Li Chengping, who grew up in the family of the emperor, lived carefully under the teachings of his mother since he was a child. He had a good relationship with the Second Prince, but he also often went to the East Palace to play. He was a small character who was loved by several brothers, but inside he was extremely courageous and mature beyond his age - this kind of temperament was forced out. Seeing that on Xuankong Temple, everyone was only anxious about the emperor's safety, but they didn't care about the Third Prince's life or death, and the Crown Prince was even... so unbearable! Then he knew that the ruthlessness of the royal family was not a lie.

Afterwards, he couldn't help but feel a little chilled. He often recalled the scene of Fan Xian being incomparably heroic and standing in front of him that day. The other party saved his life. Comparing the two, the Third Prince felt that this nominal "big cousin" and actual "brother" was more lovable and trustworthy than anyone else in the world.

Fan Xian stood at the door, watching the Third Prince walk into his bedroom with the tiger guards, and then turned back into the door with a warm smile on his face. He and the Third Prince went south all the way, and the relationship between the two was really a bit subtle. The other party was a prince, and he was a minister, but they also had the relationship of a teacher and a student.

And... everyone knows that they are sons of the same father. It's just that the two adults are smart people, so no one will take the initiative to mention this matter, even a slight test between each other, after all, in this world, there are not many people like Sisi who are honest and dare to speak out.

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"Young Master, it's time to sleep."

Fan Xian was in a daze, and was startled by his daring and questioning maid. He turned around and saw Sisi holding a basin of steaming water, staring at him very seriously.

"Don't move around these few days."

While talking, Fan Xian stretched his feet into the hot water and groaned comfortably. He was tired from the journey for several days, and he was also a little tired. He really needed to soak them.

Sisi was holding a large square towel and sitting on a small stool in front of him, watching him with her eyes fixed on him.

Fan Xian felt a little hairy when she looked at him, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

Sisi turned her head to look at the wooden door, lowered her head and said softly, "Young Master... just check the inner treasury, don't pay attention to those things."

She was one of the few people who had been personally confirmed by Fan Xian, and of course she believed in his background. Although she was an honest girl, she had a very good brain. Perhaps she had been instilled with ghost stories by Fan Xian since she was a child, and she had a natural sensitivity to certain things. These days, watching Fan Xian and the Third Prince talk and behave, she vaguely guessed whether Fan Xian was preparing something for the future, but the affairs of the royal family were still very terrifying and untouchable in the girl's heart. She didn't regard Fan Xian as a person in the palace, so she was naturally a little worried.

Fan Xian's feet stopped stirring in the hot water, and he looked at her in surprise, and after a moment of silence, he comforted, "Don't worry, I have a sense of propriety. I can't let this little guy suffer like Sizhe, but I just hope that the trip to Jiangnan can broaden his horizons. Even if it's not about the future, if a prince will assist the crown prince in governing the country in the future, if he is more broad-minded, this world will be better."

Sisi laughed out loud, "My young master is... a compassionate person."

Fan Xian smiled and scolded, "Is that what you said? Can't I be?"

"It's too similar." Sisi covered her mouth and smiled, "So it's a bit fake. How did the young master train that Master Xia earlier, and he forgot it now."

"The two are not contradictory." Fan Xian said very seriously, "Being good to people doesn't mean you have to do everything according to his wishes. How do the people know how to protect their own interests? We can do this."

"Then why do you want to do it?" Sisi asked curiously. The girl was born poor, and she always hoped that the young master could say something benevolent, which is the so-called unpredictable female mind.

"Where did so many sighs of life come from? We're going to enter Jiangnan Road tomorrow, go to sleep quickly, I'll pour the water myself." Fan Xian waved his hand with a smile.

Sisi smiled, but still looked at his eyes. She was always a little bold and did not conform to the identity of a servant when she was alone in front of Fan Xian.

Fan Xian was so pestered that he was helpless, and patted his thigh and said leisurely, "Why do you want to do it? Of course, it's not because of compassion... I don't have my mother's kind of heart, I just hope that the world is peaceful, there are no wars on the outer borders, and there are no famines and riots in the inner regions. Even if I want to be a wealthy idler, I must ensure that I am surrounded by a peaceful and prosperous world, so that I, the young master, can retire at the age of thirty and enjoy my happiness... In the end, I am just very selfishly working hard to cultivate an environment that can make my old age happy."

"Young Master, what does retirement mean?"

"Retire? Retire at the age of thirty? Although I can't be a prime minister, I must at least become a Duke before returning to Danzhou, right?" Sisi said in shock, "Now you are already a Tisi of the Imperial Censorate, and you will definitely take over Chen's position in the future... Then you can't enter the court again, and you can't personally control the army. At the age of thirty, you are at most a second-class marquis."

She said with a bitter face, "Are you really planning to return to Danzhou at the age of thirty? How can this be done?"

Fan Xian didn't expect that his occasional confession would make the girl anxious first, and smiled, "I may not necessarily return to Danzhou, like Beiqi, Dongyi, Nanyue, Ximan... and even countries across the sea, we have to visit them all, so that we don't waste our lives. Ride horses on the grassland, take boats on the sea, walk slowly and watch slowly."

"The barbarians in the west eat people." Sisi said in horror.

Speaking of the barbarians, Fan Xian couldn't help but think of the latest court newspaper, shook his head and waved away his thoughts, returned to the present, and knew that what he had said earlier was just an ideal that seemed beautiful but was extremely difficult to achieve, but he was already quite satisfied with his current life, except for that big thing.

Sisi was still counting on her fingers at this time, "Then there are twelve years, what is the young master going to do?"

"What to do?" Fan Xian said very seriously, "Of course, be a competent and powerful minister, serve the court and His Majesty above, supervise officialdom below, and take down all those illegal officials who exploit the people and accept bribes."

Sisi was stunned, and after a long while, she said resentfully, "Young Master... is not an honest official."

The people closest to Fan Xian would definitely not believe what Fan Xian said. Sisi was already considered relatively polite, and did not directly point out that the young master was a heartbreakingly big corrupt official - Fan Xian said innocently, "There's no way, who told my old father and my father-in-law to be known as the two biggest corrupt officials in Qing Kingdom, with a family tradition, a family tradition."

Sisi retorted seriously, "But Young Master is definitely not a corrupt official."

Fan Xian sighed, stretched out his hands and rubbed his numb face hard, and said, "Sometimes I have been pretending for so long that I almost don't know which side is the real me... Well, this sentence is very petty bourgeoisie... Don't ask Young Master what is petty bourgeoisie, just like that, sleep."

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In the inn, the oil lamp was extinguished, and the quilt was turned over... it didn't happen.

Letting Sisi sleep on her own, Fan Xian got up from the bed, put on a jacket, and didn't rush to act, but poured a cup of cold tea into his stomach to dispel the hard-to-hide fire. Without turning on the light, he walked to the window in the dark, relying on his eyesight.

He opened the window, and the moonlight filled the sky, along with the cold wind, blew in. Opposite the inn was Shahu Lake. At this time, the lake breeze was gently swaying, blowing the withering reeds on the lake bank in a ghostly manner. The center of the lake was the moon that was difficult to distinguish between true and false. The scenery was extremely beautiful.

His gaze shifted back from the lake water below the inn and naturally turned to the right. Fan Xian was not surprised to see the man in black outside the building, his feet hanging in the air, sitting leisurely on the horizontal bar in the air. He knew that with the other party's realm, wanting to kill himself was as impossible as wanting to drown himself in a basin.

"Knowing that there are women in my room, can you avoid it a little bit... Don't say it, this is another accident."

"Accident." The man in black repeated these two words monotonously and said, "Yun Zhilan is going to Hangzhou, to inform the Lord."

Fan Xian was slightly surprised, but his attention was still on this man in black, and he asked curiously, "I have a question. You used to follow the old man every day... Did you never have to sleep?"

The man in black did not answer this question.

"Where is your white robe? Although I don't know if that's your true face... but it was a lot more handsome then."

The man in black was still silent. Although he was Fan Xian's subordinate, his identity and strength already allowed him not to answer too many of these boring and childish questions.

"I have the biggest doubt. You are always so mysterious. Even the Emperor doesn't know you... Then how do you lead the Sixth Bureau? You have to know that you are the real head of the Sixth Bureau. That brother is just an agent."

"There is a way." Involving official business, the most powerful assassin leader of Qing Kingdom, classmate Shadow finally spoke.

"Also, can you say a few more words? I know you admire my elder, but you are different from him. You have to understand your identity as a civil servant... From Kyoto to now, you have only said three sentences to me in total. I am very unhappy. There is a question that I have always wanted to ask, but I have no opportunity to get your answer."

In front of Shadow, Fan Xian seemed more and more like a chatterbox.

Shadow hesitated for a little while and then said, "Please ask, Lord."

A smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, and he said, "The question is, you stabbed me with a knife, how are you going to compensate me?"