The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Chapter 1256 Calculation
Fan Jian woke up from his coma in a daze, and the first person he saw was Fan Ruoruo.

"Father, you're finally awake. You've been in a coma for two days." Fan Ruoruo said with tears in her eyes.

As Fan Jian was about to move, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his body.

"Master Fan, please don't move."

Fan Jian recognized that the person who spoke was Doctor Wen whom he brought from Kyoto.

Before leaving Kyoto, Emperor Qing specially transferred a royal physician from the Imperial Medical Bureau to accompany him, saying that he was to treat Old Madam Fan, but he didn't expect that Fan Jian would use him first.

"Master Fan, it was a close call. The assassin nearly hit you in the vitals with three strikes, especially the one in your left chest. If it had been an inch deeper, it would have hit your heart. Even a god could not have saved you."

Fan Jian's mind was turning over and over, and suddenly he thought of Wang Gang.

"Assassin, what assassin?"

Doctor Wen was surprised and said, "You were stabbed in the tavern. Fortunately, the Black Knights rescued you in time and the assassin had already escaped. Otherwise, if he had stabbed you again, I would not have been able to save you."

Fan Jian said anxiously: "He is not an assassin, he is..."

"Jian'er!" Old Lady Fan stopped him in time, "You just woke up. Let the Black Knights catch the assassin. You need to rest well."

"That's right." Doctor Wen nodded and said, "Although Lord Fan didn't suffer any serious injuries, he lost too much blood and his vitality has been damaged. He must stay in bed for a while."

Fan Jian suppressed his doubts and lay on the bed. Old Madam Fan sent Doctor Wen and Fan Ruoruo away before returning to the bedside.

"Wang Gang has already left Danzhou City."

Fan Jian frowned and asked, "He still won't forgive me?"

"No, he has already forgiven you." Old Madam Fan said, "Didn't Doctor Wen say that? None of those three cuts hit the vital parts."

Fan Jian subconsciously touched the wound, and after feeling the pain, he suddenly smiled and said, "He still cares about the relationship between father and son."

Old Mrs. Fan sighed, sat down beside Fan Jian's bed, and said, "Give him some time! This kind of thing is not so easy to let go."

Fan Jian said he understood, and then asked: "Mother, what about the assassin?"

"After you fell unconscious, the Black Cavalry heard the noise and rushed in. Wang Gang was taken away by that Shopkeeper Hu. I could only tell others that you encountered an assassin."

Fan Jian said anxiously: "The Black Cavalry is the most elite force of the Qing Kingdom. Will they catch up with the child?"

"Don't worry! They have been running for two days and the Black Cavalry hasn't caught up with them." said Mrs. Fan.

Fan Jian heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's good that I didn't catch up with her."

"Just rest assured and recover from your injuries. Don't worry, I'll take care of you at home," said Mrs. Fan.

Fan Jian hesitated for a while, then asked Old Lady Fan: "Mother, do you think what the child said is true? Why did His Majesty kill Ye Qingmei and his own child?"

Old Madam Fan remained silent for a long time before she replied, "In fact, I have long felt that it was strange. If the Queen wanted to kill Ye Qingmei, why did she wait until now? Wouldn't it be easier to kill Ye Qingmei when she was not pregnant with Your Majesty's child?"

Fan Jian said: "Ye Qingmei has always been protected by Wu Zhu, who is comparable to a grandmaster."

Mrs. Fan said: "There are many ways to assassinate someone, but the hidden arrow is the most difficult to defend against."

Fan Jian still found it hard to believe.

"Ye Qingmei is a remarkable woman. She established the Inspection Institute and the Imperial Treasury, and turned Qing, a small border country, into the most powerful country. Such a woman is what any emperor wants." Fan Jian said, "Your Majesty is determined to rule the world, so how could he cut off his own arm?"

Old Madam Fan patted Fan Jian on the shoulder and asked, "Did your majesty really get Ye Qingmei?"

Fan Jian was shocked.

Old Madam Fan said wisely: "It is precisely because Ye Qingmei is so powerful that no man in the world can suppress her. If she wants to support her son to ascend the throne, can Your Majesty stop her?"

"Mother, have you guessed it a long time ago?" Fan Jian closed his eyes in pain.

"I raised His Majesty since he was a child, and I know his character best. The emperor is ruthless!" Old Lady Fan sighed.

"Mom, I want to be alone."

"Okay, you rest first."

Old Mrs. Fan walked out of the room and told the servants not to disturb Fan Jian, as he needed to think carefully on his own.

Fan Jian locked himself in the room for two days, with servants serving him food and drink. He was like a vegetable, not moving or saying a word.

It was not until the third day that a group of people came from Danzhou City, and a man in a wheelchair entered Fan Jian's room.

"You have already guessed it." Fan Jian finally said the first sentence when he saw Chen Pingping. "The Queen's relatives and the powerful people in Kyoto alone cannot kill the young lady." Chen Pingping said.

Fan Jian suddenly sat up from the bed, not caring about the ruptured wounds on his body.

"If you had any suspicions, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I have no evidence, and I have suspected you before." Chen Pingping said calmly.

Fan Jian was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why do you doubt me? In order to save Ye Qingmei's son, I even sacrificed my own son!"

Chen Pingping said: "You liked the young lady very much at first, and you seemed determined to marry her, but in the blink of an eye you married someone else and had children with her. The contrast is too great.

You left Kyoto before the young lady got into trouble, and then came back. The timing was so perfect that it's hard to believe it was a coincidence!"

Fan Jian laughed at himself: "In fact, I also suspected you. When Ye Qingmei was murdered, you happened to be not in Kyoto. It was too coincidental."

"Yes!" Chen Pingping sighed: "Perhaps this is your majesty's plan, to make us doubt each other and question each other."

"Do you want to avenge her?" Fan Jian stared at Chen Pingping.

"I do. I dream about it." Chen Pingping said firmly.

"If you and I join forces, there might still be a glimmer of hope." Fan Jian said viciously.

Chen Pingping shook his head and said, "There is no chance. Unless the young lady is resurrected, no one can kill him."

"Why?" Fan Jian asked unwillingly, "Are you afraid?"

Chen Pingping snorted coldly: "Don't test me again. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of dying without value. Your Majesty was a grandmaster many years ago."

Fan Jian was surprised and asked, "Didn't your majesty's martial arts skills disappear during the war against Wei?"

"He hid it very well, but I still found some clues. His martial arts skills not only did not fail, but improved to a higher level. Back then, he was at the upper ninth level, but now he can only be a grandmaster."

Fan Jian slowly lowered his head, and an ambiguous light flashed in his eyes.

"I know you want to die with him, but it's useless. Only a grandmaster can kill a grandmaster!" Chen Pingping touched the armrest of his wheelchair and said, "Otherwise, I would have done it a long time ago."

"What are your plans?" Fan Jian asked.

"I want to wait for Fan Xian to grow up and take over everything that the young lady has created. Some old people only recognize the young lady and don't recognize anyone else." Chen Pingping said:
"If Fan Xian can inherit even 50% of the young lady's abilities, and add you and me, we may have a chance."

"No." Fan Jian flatly refused: "I just want Fan Xian to live a leisurely life. I don't want him to get involved. Leave the revenge to me."

Chen Pingping shook his head and said, "You can't do it, and neither can I. Only the young lady's child has a chance. However, Fan Xian is still too young now. Only when he grows up safely can he take on this responsibility."

Fan Jian heard a hint of hidden meaning in Chen Pingping's words.

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone in the world thinks that the young lady's child is dead. What would happen if someone came forward and took the initiative to admit that he was Ye Qingmei's child?" Chen Pingping said with a burning look in his eyes:
"I already have this candidate in mind."

Fan Jian jumped up excitedly instantly.

"You still want my son to replace Fan Xian?"

"He is Fan Xian, isn't he?" There was no ripple in Chen Pingping's dead fish eyes.

"I owe that child too much, I can't hurt him anymore." Fan Jian said sadly.

"But he is the most suitable person!" said Chen Pingping.

"If you dare to touch that child, I will fight you to the death." Fan Jian said, covering his chest.

"I'm sorry, it's too late!" Chen Pingping said regretfully: "I have already spread the news that Wang Gang is Ye Qingmei's child."

"Hiss!" Fan Jian couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You had planned this long ago to lure me to Danzhou!"

Chen Pingping said: "This is the best choice, it's good for you, me, and Fan Xian!"

"Five years ago, you chose to let your child die in order to save the young lady's child. Why can't you do it again now?" Chen Pingping said coldly:
"Everything is done to protect Fan Xian."

Fan Jian sat down on the bed weakly.

"No, I can't. I've regretted it for five years and don't want to try that taste again." Fan Jian said helplessly.

"In fact, you underestimate your son. I, Chen Pingping, have observed countless people in my life, but I have never been able to figure out the details of two people. One is a young lady, and the other is your son." Chen Pingping sighed:
"What Wang Gang did is really hard to believe. He is just a five-year-old child. I am very curious about how far he can go!"