The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Si Nanbo Fan Jian came back to his hometown to visit his relatives, which made the whole Danzhou lively. The city lord even went out of the city to welcome him in person and almost held a celebration.

Who is Fan Jian? He is the foster brother of the current Emperor of Qing. Not only did they grow up together and are closer than real brothers, Fan Jian's mother, Old Lady Fan, is also the wet nurse of the Emperor of Qing.

Over the years, Fan Jian has been deeply trusted by Emperor Qing, who not only appointed him as the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, but also handed over all the country's tax revenue to Fan Jian.

You should know that the position of Minister of the Ministry of Revenue has been vacant for a long time, and Fan Jian, the assistant minister, is taking over the work of the Minister and is the head of the ministry.

The six ministers of ministries are already second-rank officials, with only a prime minister above them. Who would dare to look down on them?

This time, Fan Jian returned to Danzhou with special approval from Emperor Qing, who also sent the Black Cavalry from the Inspection Division to protect him all the way. No one in the court, whether civil or military, had received such treatment.

After Fan Jian arrived in Danzhou, he wanted to go to the tavern first, but the city lord kept dragging him, and finally he had no choice but to return to Fan Mansion first.

The city lord couldn't stop Fan Jian from going home, and Fan Jian didn't want too many people to notice Wang Gang's presence.

The housekeeper of the Fan Mansion had already cleaned the house and had the servants stand in two rows to welcome them respectfully.

When Fan Jian got off the carriage, the butler came up to him with a smile on his face.

"Your Excellency has been exhausted from the journey. We have prepared everything. Please come in and rest."

Fan Jian asked solemnly: "Where is mother?"

"The old lady is resting in the backyard." The butler said respectfully.

"Take me there." Fan Jian said in a deep voice.

The butler took Fan Jian all the way through the Fan Mansion. When they were about to reach the backyard, Fan Ruoruo's little head flashed around the corner.

Fan Jian stopped and glanced at Fan Ruoruo, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said: "Ruoruo."

Fan Ruoruo was frightened and quickly walked out and saluted Fan Jian.

"Father."

Fan Jian walked up to Fan Ruoruo with a smile and picked her up.

"You encountered an assassin, were you injured?" Fan Jian asked lovingly.

"Ruoruo only had some minor skin injuries, and she's all healed now." Fan Ruoruo hugged Fan Jian's neck and said coquettishly, "Why did father come back just now? If it weren't for Brother Xiaogang, you wouldn't be able to see me."

Fan Jian was startled when he heard this and said, "The brother Xiaogang you mentioned is Wang Gang who runs the tavern."

"Yeah." Fan Ruoruo said happily: "Brother Xiaogang is very nice to Ruoruo. Every time I go over, he makes a lot of delicious food."

Fan Jian felt warm in his heart and was even more eager to meet Wang Gang.

"Ruoruo, take your father to the tavern later, okay?"

Fan Ruoruo said happily: "Great! Brother went to the tavern early in the morning and said he would bring breakfast back for Ruoruo."

Fan Jian's eyes twitched, and he asked, "Are Fan Xian and Wang Gang on good terms?"

"Okay! I like drinking Brother Xiaogang's peach wine the most."

Fan Jian frowned and said, "Why are you drinking alcohol at such a young age? Didn't your grandmother punish Fan Xian?"

"Brother Xiaogang said that there is no alcohol in the peach blossom wine he gave me, so children can drink it without worry." Fan Ruoruo was worried that her father would be angry with her brother, so she quickly explained.

Fan Jian's expression became a little better, and then he put Fan Ruoruo down and said, "Go to the front hall first. I'll come find you after I find grandma."

"Yes, father." Fan Ruoruo bowed politely and then slowly left.

Fan Jian took a deep breath, walked into the backyard, and then saw his mother sitting on a stone chair in the yard embroidering.

"Mother." Fan Jian stepped forward and called softly.

Old Madam Fan looked up and accidentally pricked her finger with the needle. Fan Jian was very anxious and quickly took the embroidery away from his mother's hand.

"Mother, just let the servants do these things. Why do you have to do it yourself?"

Mrs. Fan sighed and said, "I want to make a piece of clothing for my grandson myself."

Fan Jian's hands trembled as he slowly placed the embroidery on the stone table.

"Mother, I want to see the child."

"It's good to meet him. You owe him so much." Old Madam Fan said:
"You will definitely like that child when you see him. He looks just like you when you were a child, as if they were cut from the same mold. But..."

Seeing his mother hesitate to speak, Fan Jian felt nervous and asked, "What happened to the child?"

Madam Fan said: "That child is very mature at a young age. He must have suffered a lot over the years. He may have some resentment towards the Fan family, but he is very good to Fan Xian and Ruoruo."

Fan Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Mrs. Fan: "That's good. When I return to Danzhou this time, I will take him away and make amends."

Old Lady Fan snorted coldly, "You should compensate him. I don't know what sins this child committed in his previous life to be reincarnated into my Fan family. He encountered such a thing as soon as he was born, and now he is disabled."
Fan Jian said with guilt: "Mother, I know what I did was wrong. I have regretted it every day these years. I wish I was the one who cut off my hand and let me bear all the sins alone."

Mrs. Fan's expression eased a little, and she said, "Anyway, you should see the child first. I don't know if he is willing to go with you. If not, leave him in Danzhou and I will raise him. I will give him the best."

Fan Jian's face changed and he said, "No, I must take this child away. I can't leave him in Danzhou."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Fan frowned, and soon figured something out. She asked, "Are you worried that he will hurt Fan Xian?"

"No." Fan Jian explained: "That's not what I meant. If that kid really wanted to take revenge on Fan Xian, he would have done it long ago. Why wait until now?"

"It's good that you know." Old Mrs. Fan said coldly: "According to my opinion, the child should first recognize his ancestry, be included in the Fan family tree, and then stay in Danzhou for me to raise."

Fan Jianwei said in embarrassment: "Mother, we may have to wait a while for the child to recognize his ancestral roots."

"Why? Don't you want to acknowledge the child?" Old Mrs. Fan was furious, her eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Fan Jian said in distress: "Mother, please listen to my explanation first. I used that child to exchange for Ye Qingmei's child, and now everyone thinks that Ye Qingmei's child is dead.

If I take the child back now to recognize his ancestral home, someone with ulterior motives will easily find out the truth. This will expose Fan Xian's identity, and the child will be in danger."

Although five years have passed since the Taiping Villa Incident, Ye Qingmei's enemies have never given up.

Whether it is because they are afraid of revenge from Ye Qingmei's forces or they want to wipe out the roots, those forces have been clearing out people close to Ye Qingmei.

If they knew at this time that Ye Qingmei's son was still alive, they would kill Fan Xian at any cost. For the sake of safety, they would rather kill the wrong person than let him go. Wang Gang would also be in danger then.

Old Madam Fan naturally understood Fan Jian's worries, but she was unwilling to give in: "We can't just leave him out there. Don't forget, according to his status, he is the eldest son and grandson of the Fan family."

"Chen Pingping and I have discussed this and are planning to find a safe place to house him first. When the time is right, Fan Xian's identity will be made public. Then the child will be able to trace his ancestry and inherit my title." Fan Jian explained carefully.

Old Mrs. Fan said unhappily, "How long do we have to wait? Ten years or twenty years? In my lifetime, will I be able to see the eldest son and grandson of the Fan family recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestral home?"

Fan Jian assured: "Don't worry, mother. Chen Pingping and I have a tacit understanding. In the past few years, we have been eliminating the people who harmed Ye Qingmei. Once those people are dead, the child can return to the Fan family."

When Mrs. Fan heard this, her expression did not improve, but became uglier and uglier.

Not to mention how powerful the forces that caused the Taiping North Courtyard tragedy were, just relying on Fan Jian, a vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and Chen Pingping, a director of the Inspection Institute, it would be impossible to bring down those people without ten or eight years.

What's more, Old Lady Fan has already vaguely realized that there is a mastermind behind the Taiping Villa incident. That person is hiding deeper and more terrifying. The Fan family alone may not be able to deal with him.

"Alas." Old Madam Fan sighed deeply and said, "Back then I advised you not to get too close to Ye Qingmei, but you didn't listen. Now you are dragging the Fan family into the quagmire and sacrificing your own son. Why bother?"

Fan Jian lamented, "Mother, I know, I know everything, but I can't do it! I can't watch Ye Qingmei die. Now that she is gone, I have to protect her only son. Don't forget, Fan Xian is also her son."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Fan fell silent, with only sadness in her eyes.

"Poor child." (End of this chapter)