Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 792 Wait for me to go to the capital

“Although the investigation has been waived, Lord Fu will still have to be ‘interrogated’,” Lu Dan sighed.

Xu Xuan's eyes darkened—it was clear that someone wanted to use Lu Dan, this "new knife," to cut down Fu Tianchou, this "old tree."

Infighting in officialdom can happen in an instant, but that's how it is to choose sides.

Professor Sheng has made many enemies in the court, and as his disciple, he naturally became a weakness in the eyes of some people.

The situation is now clear: someone wants to smear China, and the officials in the court are also somewhat tempted to go along with it.

"And it's not just this case, there's also the questioning of why we haven't found out how Deng You became the prefect of Suzhou."

"This case also represents the face of the imperial court. If we don't come up with a reasonable explanation now, we won't be able to get through this difficult time."

Fu Tianchou was nominally transferred to oversee the case of the Prefect of Suzhou, but two years have passed and the case has made no progress.

While part of the reason was their lack of understanding of criminal law and human nature, another part was that Xu Xuan and the others had handled things too cleanly, leaving not even the slightest trace of evil.

But if you investigate further... what can an ordinary censor do about those supernatural and ghostly matters?
Would Pudu Cihang suddenly appear and say, "This is my son?"

Lu Dan rubbed his temples and said in a low voice, "I was thinking that we could both save face—he could continue to oversee his case in Suzhou, and I could return to Luoyang to continue my official duties, and we could both live in peace..."

Xu Xuan shook his head upon hearing this: "Senior, you overestimate Lord Fu, or rather, you treat him like a normal person."

These officials may be mediocre in ability, but they are stubborn, inflexible, and inflexible.

It is most appropriate for censors to supervise officials, but when it comes to doing practical work... they are not good at it.

In traditional storytelling, this kind of character is usually someone who deliberately causes trouble for the protagonist.

If Lu Dan were to actually "inquire," Fu Tianchou, given his personality, would definitely take it to the extreme, and in the end, it would likely result in a lose-lose situation.

Let's talk about the God of Literature again...

Xu Xuan looked at the faint black aura between Lu Dan's brows and sighed inwardly—this senior can still extricate himself now.

If one were to truly plunge headlong into the murky waters of "Wenqu Xingjun" (the God of Literature), it would likely be more than just being surrounded by black mist; it would be being enveloped in deathly aura.

“Senior,” Xu Xuan poured him a cup of tea, his tone sincere, “take my advice—just eat and drink in Yangzhou for the time being, and write a few random reports to get by.”

Seeing that Lu Dan hesitated, he added, "I'll accompany you to Lord Fu's place after I finish the imperial examination."

"By the way, what's the second thing?"

"The second matter concerns the magistrate of Qiantang County. It's also one of the reasons I came to Yangzhou." Senior Lu said, sounding a bit of a headache.

He smiled bitterly and said, "These past few years have truly been turbulent times for Jiangdong..." Little did he know that the person sitting opposite him was the very culprit who had made Xun Ji's death "justifiable and justifiable."

"The Xun family was unwilling to accept this, and they insisted on pointing the finger at Song Youde, the prefect of Wu Commandery," Lu Dan said in a low voice, "accusing him of bending the law for personal gain in the Xun Ji case..."

After their incompetent rage, the Xun family shifted the blame onto the governor of Wu Commandery, seeking to hold him accountable.

The murderer almost burst out laughing—back then, he was busy dealing with the Yin-Yang Dharma King and the Black Mountain Demon, and he easily dealt with Xun Ji, that beast, even scattering his soul. He never expected that the Xun family could still cause trouble.

"So, what does the senior mean..." Xu Xuan pretended to hesitate.

"It's just a formality," Lu Dan waved his hand.

As a law professor, Senior Lu came here to investigate whether Song Youde had done anything out of line in this matter.

Remembering that Xu Xuan and the target of the investigation had an unusual relationship, he came to inform them in advance to avoid any slip-ups that could harm his own people.

Xu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Song Youde remained almost entirely out of the public eye throughout this incident, and his performance was impeccable; he should be fine.

After the meal, the gloom between Lu Dan's brows had dissipated considerably.

He raised his glass in a toast and said, "Before I came here today, I had many unresolved questions in my mind. After talking with Hanwen, I suddenly felt much clearer and more at ease." He shook his head and sighed, "Junior Brother's talent and insight are truly admirable."

After exchanging a few more polite words, Lu Dan patted Xu Xuan on the shoulder as they parted: "The autumn examinations are approaching, so I won't bother you any longer. With your talent, Junior Brother, passing the imperial examinations is a piece of cake..." Watching Lu Dan's carriage disappear into the distance, Xu Xuan stood on the long street, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He had assumed that his senior was doing very well in the capital, but he never expected him to be walking on thin ice.

"Just bear with it a little longer..." Xu Xuan looked north and murmured to himself, "When I arrive in Luoyang next spring for the imperial examinations... everything will be alright."

Just as Xu Xuan and Lu Dan were having a private conversation, Ning Caichen, led by a servant, arrived at the study of the Fu residence.

Pushing open the door, I saw an old man sitting upright at his desk.

He wore an old official robe, faded from washing, the cloud and goose patches on the lapel worn but still ironed with sharp edges. The old man was thin as a pine tree, his back ramrod straight, his full head of silver hair neatly combed. The most striking feature of his deeply lined face was his eyes—sharp as knives, revealing an unyielding stubbornness.

Ning Caichen's heart skipped a beat; this guy didn't look like someone easy to get along with.

"Student Ning Caichen greets Lord Fu."

Fu Tianchou narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over Ning Caichen like a knife.

too young.

The young man before me was no more than twenty years old, with fair skin and rosy lips, and the refined appearance of a scholar. Although he came from a poor family, he was composed and did not show any fear under my scrutiny, which made him quite dignified.

Does he really have some special talent?

Unlike Yuechi, Qingfeng speaks more cautiously.

But being a woman, she is easily deceived by men with good looks.

Moreover, it is also true to respect ghosts and spirits while keeping them at a distance.
Ning Caichen stood calmly in place, neither humble nor arrogant, allowing himself to be scrutinized, though he had a hint of doubt.

What exactly is this old guy suspicious about?
Even with the dynasty's fortune protecting him, Ning Caichen couldn't hear clearly and could only make out a few things.

So I feel it's a bit boring to stay here.

If you have something to say, say it; otherwise, I need to go back to my studies.

Standing to the side, Fu Qingfeng unconsciously clenched the handkerchief in his hand, his fingertips turning slightly white.

She was indeed the one who orchestrated this.

It wasn't about any personal feelings between them, but rather because these days I've seen my father looking worried and troubled over the case of the former prefect of Wu County. The yamen runners sent by the prefecture are just going through the motions all day long, and my father's position as "supervisor" is becoming more and more like a figurehead.

“Since it’s the work of demons…” she recalled the scenes she had witnessed, “naturally we should ask for help from extraordinary people who can fly and disappear into the earth.”

But looking into his father's piercing gaze, Fu Qingfeng suddenly felt a pang of regret.

They forgot that their own father hated these supernatural tricks the most.

The silence in the room made her feel uneasy.

"Father..." She was about to speak to ease the tension when she saw Ning Caichen suddenly take a step forward.

"My lord, what exactly do you want to ask?"

"I, as a junior, will do my best to answer your questions."

While Fu Tianchou was still struggling with his thoughts, Ning Caichen had already figured it out.

He's not my father-in-law, why should I indulge him?

Just say what you need to say.

Ning, who was influenced by Xu Xuan's everyday style, didn't think this was any particularly significant conversation.

But for a high-ranking official, his own order seemed to have been disrupted.

(End of this chapter)