All Heavens: From Joy of Life to The Great Feng Night Watchman

Seeing that Fan Xian was anxious, Old Zhao quickly said, "Young Master, your betrothed is the daughter of the current Prime Minister, Princess Yichen, Lin Wan'er."

Fan Xian didn't care at all, and shouted anxiously, "I don't care if she's the daughter of a prime minister or a princess, I don't like her, and I would rather die than marry her!"

"My two elder brothers, what can I do to persuade His Majesty to change his mind and cancel this arranged marriage..."

As Fan Xian spoke, his tone suddenly softened, and his voice gradually lowered.

He changed the subject and tentatively asked, "Lin Wan'er... that name sounds familiar."

Could it be... the one ranked fourth on the Langya Pavilion's beauty list?

Old Zhao seemed to have anticipated Fan Xian's reaction, so he took out the portrait scroll from his bundle and slowly opened it in front of Fan Xian.

“Indeed, Princess Yichen is kind and has an excellent reputation in the capital. Young master is very fortunate.”

Fan Xian didn't speak again, because he was staring blankly at the portrait.

Just by looking at her face, you can tell that Lin Wan'er is a beauty!

He didn't waste his time in Danzhou; he frequently inquired about news from the martial arts world, and he even knew about the Langya List.

Fan Xian couldn't help but swallow hard. His life as an illegitimate child was too good. Heaven had directly sent him a great beauty!

Upon seeing the portrait and the endorsement from the Langya Pavilion's list of beauties, Fan Xian suddenly felt that this arranged marriage was truly a match made in heaven.

Old Zhao continued, "The master asked us to tell you about his deeds when he was young, hoping to inspire you to go to the capital!"

Next, Old Zhao and Old Zhang took turns telling Fan Xian about some of the things that happened when Fan Jian, Emperor Qing, and Prince Jing were young, of course omitting the existence of Ye Qingmei.

After hearing this, Fan Xian could no longer remain calm.

Fan Jian has laid his cards on the table: he has a past relationship with His Majesty, they're practically blood brothers!

No wonder, even an illegitimate child could be betrothed to the prime minister's daughter!

Both guards listened to Fan Jian and didn't tell Fan Xian that Lin Wan'er was also an illegitimate child.

Fan Xian, a country boy from Danzhou, suddenly found himself blessed with good fortune; it turned out he had been born into a good family.

His father was Emperor Qing's childhood friend and was the Vice Minister in charge of the Ministry of Revenue. He was just a little short of being promoted to the second-rank Minister.

The emperor bestowed a marriage upon him, which was equivalent to giving him a prime minister father-in-law, the head of all civil officials!

My father-in-law is the top official of the first rank, my father will sooner or later become a second-rank official, my master is the head of the third department of the Censorate, and I have the great master Wu Zhu by my side. It seems that the capital is not so dangerous.

As for the time traveler behind Li Chang'an, he had absolutely no way of knowing that he himself was a time traveler.

As long as I don't provoke Li Chang'an, there won't be any conflict between us, so what's there to worry about?

Over the next ten days or so, Fan Xian's thoughts had clearly changed.

Inside the Wuzhu General Store.

"Uncle, I want to go to Kyoto to find out my mother's story, live a better life, and find out who wants to kill me."

Wu Zhu nodded and said, "That's good. I vaguely remember that the divine weapons in the box can be opened once I get to the capital."

"If you have that divine weapon, you won't be afraid of a Grandmaster even without my protection."

After listening to Wu Zhu's words, Fan Xian became even more determined in his decision.

"Uncle, come with me."

Wu Zhu shook his head. "Those red-armored men are very strong, enough to protect you. I'm going to Jiangnan, to the places Miss has been."

"Going to those places, maybe I can recover some memories, remember where the key to the box is, or even recall the method to instantly kill a Grandmaster."

"If you regain your memories, I will be able to protect you better and help you retrieve the peerless divine weapon."

This must be what Miss wants to see. I'm leaving.

Fan Xian wanted to talk some more, but Wu Zhu got up and left, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Fan Xian is protected by agents from the Surveillance Bureau nearby, and he is also guarded by the Red Armor Army after he sets off, so he is already very safe.

Wu Zhu is determined to do his best to protect Fan Xian, so he is eager to regain his memories.

half a month later.

After faking his death and disguising himself, Teng Zijing returned from Danzhou to the headquarters of the Luowang organization on the outskirts of the capital.

Jingni told him where his wife and children were hiding, and then told Teng Zijing to go find them himself.

"Lady Jingni, Your Highness is just letting me leave like this? Aren't you afraid I won't come back?"

Jingni said coldly, "You will definitely come back. Your Highness and I both believe it."

"Because though the world is vast, only a net can truly guarantee the safety of your wife and children."

"You are about to break through to the ninth rank. If you continue to cultivate diligently for a few more years, you might be able to compete with Yan Xiaoyi."

"You were once easily manipulated, but now your strength has greatly increased. Following His Highness, you will achieve great things. Are you really willing to retire into seclusion?"

"How many people in the world have the opportunity to break through to the ninth rank? Are you really willing to waste all these skills?"

Teng Zijing clasped his hands and said, "Your subordinate is truly loyal to Prince Yong, and I will definitely return."

Following Li Chang'an's instructions, Jing Ni let Teng Zijing leave without uttering any threats.

Xu Yunzhang, from the Fourth Division of the Surveillance Bureau, was unaware that Teng Zijing's mission had failed and that he was "dead," and was still foolishly waiting for news.

By the time he sent people to investigate and learned that Fan Xian was still alive and had killed an assassin, Teng Zijing had already traveled hundreds of miles away from the capital.

In the late spring of the fourth year of the Qingli era.

As evening fell, Fan Xian's carriage, which was heading to the capital, stopped at a post station a dozen miles outside the city.

The guard, Old Zhang, said to Fan Xian, "Young Master, it's late tonight. Let's rest here for the night and enter the city early tomorrow morning."

Fan Xian had become quite familiar with the two guards, so he immediately agreed, "Old Zhang, I'm new here and don't know anything, so I'll listen to you."

"It's getting late, don't disturb your family's rest."

As Fan Xian spoke, he got off the carriage and rested with the Red Armor Army at the post station.

In the city of Kyoto.

Jing Ni had just figured out Li Yunrui's plan to have the palace maids pounce on Fan Xian's carriage and reported it all to Li Chang'an.

Li Yunrui's plan was to first send several palace maids to ruin Fan Xian's reputation, and then arrange for a commoner woman mixed among the palace maids to go to the capital to file a complaint.

In this way, no matter how the Kyoto Prefecture decides, Fan Xian's reputation will be completely ruined.

Li Chang'an, with his foresight, was aware of Li Yunrui's plan, which had failed midway.

The plan failed in its first step, as all the palace maids were killed by the Imperial Guards.

He didn't want Lin Wan'er to marry Fan Xian, and Lin Wan'er didn't want to marry Fan Xian either, so he could give Li Yunrui a push.

However, Li Chang'an knew that things would not develop as Li Yunrui had anticipated.

With Fan Xian entering the capital, everyone is paying attention, including the restless little alpaca, who will also make a move.

"Jingni, do as I say for tomorrow's matter, and help those palace maids."

“Mei Zhili, the Prefect of Kyoto, is my uncle’s protégé. If you go and give him a little nudge today, whether he can understand or not is up to him.”

Li Chang'an gave her a detailed explanation, and then Jing Ni, dressed in black, disappeared into the dark night.

Given Jing Ni's superior lightness skill and stealth abilities, it's estimated that only Li Chang'an, Hong Sixiang, and Emperor Qing in the city would be able to detect the commotion.

In Mei Zhili's residence, a candle suddenly flickered, and Mei Zhili, who was reading documents, suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

"Don't speak. My master asked me to ask you a few questions."

Mei Zhili was considered one of the Crown Prince's men, and he had seen many experts before. There were also seventh-rank yamen runners on duty in his residence.

The woman behind him arrived without making a sound, and a long sword was already pressed against Mei Zhili's neck.

Mei Zhili was so nervous he almost suffocated; if the other person's hand trembled, he would immediately lose his life.

"Heroine... What are your orders, Lord? Please speak freely."

Jingni's voice was icy and devoid of emotion, "My master asks you, before His Majesty ascended the throne, who was the Prefect of the Capital?"

Mei Zhili, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and concurrently the Prefect of the Capital, was naturally very knowledgeable about personnel appointments, and said, "It will be appointed by my Prince Daqing."

Jingni then asked, "If that's the case, why did Your Majesty abolish this practice after ascending the throne?"

Mei Zhili replied, "Because Prince Jing has always disliked politics, and Prince Yong was still young at the time."

Jing Ni's longsword twitched slightly, startling Mei Zhili so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

“The master said that you, Mei Zhili, are just a muddle-headed fool with no intelligence.”

"His Majesty's meaning is crystal clear: the capital is a place where members of the imperial family are not allowed to interfere!"

"But you, on the surface, seem to be trying to smooth things over, but in reality, you've sided with the Crown Prince."

"With His Majesty's wisdom, do you think he doesn't know?"

"Your master said that what happens tomorrow will determine how long you live. You'd better watch yourself!"

The longsword was sheathed, and Mei Zhili panicked. He hurriedly got up and knelt down, but Jing Ni had already disappeared.

Mei Zhili wiped the sweat from his brow, pondering Jing Ni's words, wondering who her master really was.

This was a reminder to him to keep his distance from the Crown Prince; was he a skilled fighter under the Second Prince, or one of His Majesty's men?