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Chapter 530 Joy of Life 86

Like a child picking up a sword for the first time, casually swinging it—

In an instant, sword energy surged forth, and even the grass and trees bowed their heads.

The movement was extremely simple, but there seemed to be something different in this sword strike.

Xie Bi'an's eyes lit up, and the impulse in his heart turned into excitement. His movements became faster and faster until he was almost a blur.

With each somersault and leap, his inner energy surged forth, his long sword moved like a dragon, and his steps were as graceful as lotus blossoms.

boom--

An even greater surge of true energy emanated from Xie Bi'an, shattering everything around him.

Fan Wujiu stared blankly at Xie Bi'an, who was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard. He was so surprised that he even dropped the book in his hand: "Your Highness, has Xie Bi'an broken through to a higher level?"

"He was already an eighth-rank expert, and now that he has suddenly attained enlightenment, it is only natural that he will be promoted to the ninth rank," Li Chengze said leisurely.

He looked at the dilapidated courtyard before him, the swirling grass and leaves in the air, and the dust filling the sky. He quickly turned back to the main hall and watched the figures dancing in the courtyard from a distance.

Fan Wujiu's gaze followed Li Chengze back to the main hall, then he glanced at Xie Bi'an, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

Previously, he and Xie Bi'an were both at the eighth rank, and Xie Bi'an's martial arts were only slightly better than his. Now that the other party has advanced to the ranks of ninth-rank masters, he has been left far behind.

This made him feel a sense of urgency.

After practicing swordsmanship for so many years, Xie Bi'an felt for the first time that the longsword in his hand also had feelings. As he wielded it, the longsword seemed to understand his thoughts, responding naturally to him with every move and every stance.

The longsword seemed to have been given life; it was no longer a cold, lifeless piece of iron, but rather a newly awakened soul, excitedly proclaiming its existence to the world with every move.

Looking at Xie Bi'an's agile figure and the long sword he wielded at will, Fan Wujiu couldn't help but murmur, "His sword seems to... come alive."

Li Chengze turned to look at him: "Because he found his own path, understood the meaning of drawing his sword, and let the sword in his hand grow a heart, which from then on became a comrade-in-arms who stood shoulder to shoulder with him."

Fan Wujiu fell silent, looking down at the long sword in his hand.

……

Fan Xian was worried about the Fan family and the Censorate, so after completing his mission in Northern Qi, he hurried towards the capital.

During this trip, he learned about his background from Sean and understood the great price Fan Jian had paid to protect him.

Fan Xian had only one thought in his mind: he absolutely could not let anything happen to his father, and even more so, he could not let anything happen to Fan Sizhe.

Fan Xian was on a diplomatic mission to Qi and had not yet received news from the capital. Therefore, he was unaware that Fan Sizhe had been sentenced to death, Fan Jian had been stripped of his title and dismissed from his post, and Fan Ruoruo had been given to Li Hongcheng as a concubine.

All he wants now is to get back to Kyoto as soon as possible and do everything he can to save Fan Sizhe and leave this last son for the Fan family.

Midway through, he was still wondering if someone would set up an ambush, but to his surprise, the journey was completely peaceful.

Fan Xian had some doubts about this, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment and just kept his head down and continued on his way.

When he finally returned to Kyoto, weary from his journey, he was stunned upon learning what had recently happened to the Fan family.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses, looked up at the ruined Fan family in front of him, and his nose began to sting with tears.

The once bustling and magnificent Sinan Marquis's Mansion is now desolate and quiet, with an inescapable air of decay.

The plaque at the entrance had been taken down, and most of the servants in the mansion had been dismissed, leaving only Fan Jian and his daughter Fan Ruoruo, along with a few old servants of the Fan family.

After Fan Sizhe was beheaded, Aunt Liu became disheartened and utterly disappointed with Fan Jian and the Liu family. She moved to a secluded villa in the suburbs and stopped caring about worldly affairs.

Even now, the Fan family can still live in this mansion only because Emperor Qing has shown them leniency. Otherwise, Fan Jian, being a commoner, would not be allowed to live in such a large house according to the rules of etiquette.

The empty house had only a few scattered people remaining, making it even worse than the old house in Danzhou. The entire mansion exuded an indescribable desolation.

Fan Xian couldn't help but recall when he first arrived in the capital, the Fan family still had the plaque of the Duke of Sinan hanging on their walls. Fan Jian was a close minister of the emperor, on good terms with Prince Jing, the son-in-law of the Liu family of the Duke's mansion, and even had the ability to be related to the Third Prince. His only daughter was also known as the most talented woman in the capital.

At that time, the Fan family was a highly sought-after and envied family in the entire capital.

But how long has it been? They've fallen to such a state.

Fan Xian clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together, his eyes filled with resentment: "Li Chengqian, Li Yunrui, Lin Ruofu..."

Fan Xian didn't need to think much about the Baoyue Tower incident; he knew it was definitely related to these three people.

Even though the Supervisory Council did not find any evidence that Lin Ruofu had taken action, Fan Xian still felt that Lin Ruofu had been involved.

In short, he remembered this deep-seated hatred.

Fan Xian first went to see Fan Jian. The moment he saw him, he could hardly believe that the old man with white hair and beard and a weathered face was the same dignified and serious Si Nanbo from the past.

Fan Jian held Fan Xian's arms and looked his son up and down. Seeing that he was only a little tired and not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly: "It's good that you're alright."

As he moved, a strand of silvery-white hair fell across his forehead, making him appear even older and more dejected.

"Father, your hair..." Fan Xian suppressed his sorrow and looked at Fan Jian's full head of white hair with some heartache.

He used to think that turning white overnight was just an exaggerated description in novels, but he never expected that it would actually happen in front of him now.

After Fan Sizhe's death, Fan Jianqiang, despite his heartache, arranged his son's funeral. He was busy for several days, and by the time he came to his senses, his hair had turned completely white.

Emperor Qing never intended for Fan Jian to live. However, due to their childhood friendship, he was afraid that if he were too ruthless, he would be criticized by the people for being heartless and ungrateful. Therefore, Emperor Qing did not issue an official decree, but only made a veiled indication of his intentions.

Having served as the emperor's confidant for so many years, Fan Jian was already fully aware of Emperor Qing's intentions. The reason he hadn't committed suicide was entirely because he still cared about Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo, whose wedding was approaching.

Seeing Fan Xian return safely, Fan Jian finally felt relieved; this was the best news he had received recently.

After talking for a while, Fan Xian went to Fan Ruoruo's courtyard.

But when he saw Fan Ruoruo, his heart was once again filled with turbulent emotions.