The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

When Ye Qingmei was mentioned, Fan Jian became visibly agitated, a deep pain and reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

To preserve the bloodline left by Ye Qingmei, he didn't hesitate to sacrifice his own son in place of Fan Xian.

His own flesh and blood, still in swaddling clothes, became a victim of the power struggle, which also caused his wife to suffer from postpartum depression. Shortly after giving birth to Fan Ruoruo the following year, she died of depression.

Fan Jian = Fan Jian (meaning "to be shameless"), this name is truly well-chosen!

Fan Jian's unrequited love for Ye Qingmei, and his willingness to give everything for her, seemed like a demon to outsiders, incomprehensible.

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But Fan Jian never regretted it.

As long as he can see Fan Xian grow up safely and reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to Ye Qingmei, he would feel it's all worth it even if he died.

Seeing Fan Jian's excited expression, Fan Xian felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

He had come to understand his origins and how much Fan Jian, his nominal father, had sacrificed for him.

Although the other party was not his biological father, he was better than his biological father.

That heavy fatherly love, mixed with complex and unspeakable feelings for his mother, made him feel a little suffocated.

But Fan Xian has his own principles and bottom line.

"Father."

Fan Xian's voice was deep but firm: "I think what my mother wants me to gain is happiness, not the inner treasury."

"you……"

Fan Jian pointed at Fan Xian, his finger trembling slightly, before finally letting out a long sigh: "You are still too young and too impulsive! In this world, without power or wealth, how easy is it to live a happy life?"

"I'm too old to protect you for the rest of my life!"

……

Let's not talk about the deep bond between the Fan family father and son.

After leaving the government office, Lin Mu did not go directly back to his own residence, but instead went to the residence of Prime Minister Lin Ruofu.

This time, Lin Gong personally greeted him at the door, his attitude even more respectful and cautious than before, and even carrying a hint of undisguised awe.

Great master!

These three words carry the weight of a mountain, transcending worldly concerns.

Refusing to bow to the emperor can affect the fate of a nation.

No amount of humility is too much when facing such a person.

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Even though he was the son of the prime minister, he dared not be negligent in the slightest.

"Mr. Lin's presence is an honor to my humble abode."

Lin Gong bowed deeply, adopting an extremely humble posture.

Lin Mu nodded slightly in acceptance of the greeting and said calmly, "Second Young Master, there's no need for such formalities. I've come to check on Miss Lin's condition."

"Thank you for your concern, sir. My sister has taken your medicine and her complexion has improved a lot, but she is still a little weak."

As Lin Gong led the way, he answered carefully while secretly observing Lin Mu's expression.

[A grandmaster like Lin Mu actually came personally to treat Wan'er. Could it be that he's taken a liking to my sister?]

Lin Mu's successive redemption of two former courtesans of Zuixianju has become a hot topic of conversation. Lin Gong felt that this young grandmaster's personal visit to the mansion to treat his sister was probably not for the sake of the courtesan.

Aside from lust, he couldn't think of any other reason that would make a grandmaster condescend to such a place.

Lin Mu's priority was to heal Lin Wan'er as quickly as possible and obtain the reward.

The two passed through several courtyards and arrived at the courtyard where Lin Wan'er lived.

The girl's complexion was indeed much rosier than yesterday. Upon seeing Lin Mu, she immediately stood up and bowed.

"Meet sir."

"Miss Lin, there's no need for such formalities. Just lie down and relax."

Lin Mu stepped forward and pressed down lightly, and a gentle force of energy supported Lin Wan'er.

In this treatment, Lin Mu used even more exquisite acupuncture techniques, supplemented by his own incomparably pure true qi, to carefully unblock Lin Wan'er's congested meridians and accelerate the resolution of lesions in her lungs and internal organs.

Lin Wan'er felt several warm currents slowly flowing through her body, bringing immense comfort wherever they passed. The chest tightness and shortness of breath she had been experiencing for days were greatly relieved, and a healthy blush gradually appeared on her pale face.

She secretly glanced at Lin Mu, who was focused on administering acupuncture. Seeing his handsome features and focused expression, she blushed slightly and quickly lowered her eyes.

Lin Gong, who was standing by, saw his sister's reaction and his mind raced.

If Wan'er can marry a Grandmaster, then my Lin family can at least maintain its wealth and prosperity for another hundred years.

[Fan Xian, humph, that little punk from Danzhou wants to marry my sister? He really doesn't know what's good for him.]

Lin Gong secretly plotted in his heart, and with the instructions from the eldest princess, he already had a plan in mind.

However, there are some things I still need to ask, lest I accidentally offend Lin Mu and suffer the consequences.

After completing the treatment, Lin Mu gave some instructions and then got up to leave.

Lin Gong personally escorted Lin Mu out of the mansion.

As they walked to the corridor, he casually probed, "I heard that Fan Xian relied heavily on your influence at the government office today. It seems that you and Young Master Fan have a close relationship?"

Lin Mu did not stop walking, his gaze fixed on the horizon ahead, his tone calm and indifferent: "We've only met a few times, just nodding acquaintances."

His answer was devoid of any emotion; he neither denied knowing Fan Xian nor showed any particular closeness to him, as if he were talking about an insignificant passerby.

Lin Gong felt somewhat relieved; it was good that nothing was wrong. Once he started doing things this way, he had no more reservations.

Chapter 87: Assassination on Niulan Street

The Lin residence, a quiet room.

Lin Mu sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his aura deep and still as the sea.

He was practicing the "Guiding Technique," directing the omnipresent cosmic energy in the air, allowing it to seep into his limbs and bones, refining every cell.

This cultivation method from another advanced civilization, combined with his martial arts in this life, produced a wonderful chemical reaction, and the speed of progress far exceeded ordinary people's imagination. It is currently the fastest way for him to improve his strength.

Outside the mansion, the undercurrents did not cease because of his meditation.

Si Lili received a secret letter written with a special code.

She quietly left the mansion and met Lin Gong, who was already waiting there, in a secluded teahouse.

Without any further pleasantries, Si Lili took out a black iron token from her sleeve. The ancient "Qi" character pattern on the token gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light.

She gently pushed the token in front of Lin Gong.

Lin Gong's fingers touched the cold token, and he felt reassured, but a trace of doubt remained. He looked up at the woman before him, whose beauty and secrets were equally astonishing: "Miss Lili, is Mr. Lin aware of this matter?"

Si Lili smiled gently, but her eyes remained calm and undisturbed: "Young Master knows that he doesn't care. You can do whatever you want."

With those words, Lin Gong's last bit of hesitation vanished.

He put away the token, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, young lady. I'll take my leave now."

As Si Lili watched Lin Gong's figure disappear at the top of the stairs, the smile on her face gradually faded, turning into an unfathomable depth.

She returned to the Lin residence and went straight to the outside of the quiet room. After she felt the powerful energy fluctuations inside the room subside slightly, she spoke softly: "Young Master, the token has been given to Lin Gong."

The door to the quiet room opened by itself without any wind, and Lin Mu walked out slowly.

He nodded slightly: "The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. These days, make sure the people below are more vigilant. Those people can't do anything to me. The '850' will most likely look for a breakthrough with you."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Safety first. You and Sang Wen come over tonight, and I will use the dual cultivation method to help you improve your skills."

His so-called "dual cultivation" was actually using his own incomparably pure true essence to forcibly connect the meridians of the two women and transfer some of his power into them.

Although this method is somewhat like forcing growth and is far less solid than self-cultivation, it can improve strength in the shortest amount of time.

Especially for Sang Wen, he first opened up her eight extraordinary meridians, then infused her with twenty years of pure internal energy, and gradually strengthened her physique with the "Gene Origin Energy Cultivation Method," which was enough to transform her completely.

If combined with the sonic attacks of the "Tianlong Eight Sounds" and the power of the Heavenly Demon Harp, ordinary masters would find it extremely difficult to get close, and self-preservation would be no problem.

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Three days later.

The Prime Minister's residence, a side room.

In the dimly lit room, the candlelight flickered in the breeze, casting Lin Gong's shadow on the wall, which stretched and changed unpredictably, sometimes long and sometimes short.

He clutched a thin piece of paper that had just been delivered to him by his trusted aide.

The paper contained only a few words: "Fan Xian has left the manor and is heading to Zuixianju."

The handwriting was hasty and messy, indicating that the intelligence had arrived suddenly.

In the corner of the room, a man in black, almost blending into the shadows, stood silently waiting.

Lin Gong clenched his fist tightly, the paper crumpling in his palm. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, his voice low but carrying an undeniable ruthlessness: "Let's begin. This must be done cleanly and efficiently, without any mistakes!"

"Don't worry, sir."

The man in black spoke in a hoarse, low voice: "All loiterers in and around Niulan Street have been cleared out. Cheng Jushu and the crossbowmen are in position, just waiting for the target to enter the ambush zone."

Lin Gong took a deep breath and asked again, "Where is the Second Prince?"

"The scouts have just returned; the Second Prince has already arrived at Zuixianju."

"Alright! Go down and proceed according to plan."

Lin Gong waved his hand.

The man in black bowed respectfully, then quietly retreated, disappearing into the shadows.

Lin Gong walked to the window alone and suddenly pushed open the carved wooden window.

The cool morning air rushed in, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.

As dawn breaks outside the window, the trees in the courtyard stretch their branches and leaves, creating a scene of tranquility and peace.

However, his gaze was as cold as iron, and his fingers unconsciously dug into the window frame, making a soft "clicking" sound.

"Fan Xian..."

He practically forced out the name through gritted teeth: "Don't blame me for being ruthless! Blame yourself for being so ignorant of the times, trying to take what doesn't belong to you! Wan'er must never marry a disgraced man like you!"

Recently, Fan Xian has ruined his own reputation by indulging in debauchery and arrogance in the capital, causing a great uproar and earning him a notorious and universally disliked character.

Lin Gong had always cherished his younger sister Lin Wan'er since childhood, protecting her with utmost care. How could he bear to watch her jump into a fire pit and marry such a "despicable" person?

However, Emperor Qing was determined to grant the marriage, and the emperor's will was hard to disobey.

Lin Gong dared not openly defy the imperial decree, but he harbored great dissatisfaction and resentment in his heart.

Furthermore, since her younger sister's marriage was directly related to the ownership of the Imperial Treasury's finances, Princess Li Yunrui, who was well aware of the stakes, was unwilling to let go of this lucrative opportunity. She secretly contacted Lin Gong and used her connections in Northern Qi to bring in top-tier experts like Cheng Jushu, who was at the eighth rank of the Horizontal Cultivation Realm.

As for Si Lili's identity as a spy for Northern Qi, it was not a top secret in the eyes of the true top-level nobles.

Emperor Qing knew his background, Chen Pingping was fully aware of it, and the Eldest Princess was also aware of it.

The secret order from Northern Qi needed to mobilize Cheng Jushu was leaked from Si Lili.

What made Lin Gong even more emboldened was that he misjudged Lin Mu's attitude.

Si Lili's message made him believe that this newly promoted "Grandmaster" also harbored resentment towards Fan Xian, and even tacitly approved of their actions.

With this tacit approval, Lin Gong felt he had a strong backing, and became increasingly bold and unscrupulous in his actions.

He naively believed that as long as Fan Xian died and the deed was done, even if Emperor Qing found out later that it was him, considering the status of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the face of the Eldest Princess, and the Grandmaster who "tacitly approved," at most he would only be reprimanded and punished, and it would not shake the foundation of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Little did he know that if Fan Xian were to perish in this battle, he would face the relentless and insane revenge of Chen Pingping, the head of the Supervisory Council, the overwhelming rage of Fan Jian, the Minister of Revenue, and the deadly sword of Wu Zhu, the blind master who had protected Fan Xian for over a decade!

At that time, not only Lin Gong, but the entire Prime Minister's mansion may be wiped out in blood!

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In front of the gate of the Fan family mansion.

As dawn broke, the carriage was ready.

Teng Zijing carefully inspected the horse tack, his expression as calm as ever.