Joy of Life: The melon-eating prince sees through Fan Xian's fake death

Chapter 7: Go and save Old Jintou, it will be too late

"Sir, please don't laugh."

Wang Qinian covered his face which was red from being slapped by his wife, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

Fan Xian chuckled, and the two of them hid in the room where Miss Sang Wen was about to arrive to pass the time.

"My Lord, I am here."

Wang Qinian hid behind the door.

Fan Xian hid deep in the house.

The door opened and the guard carefully inspected the situation.

"There's no need to follow me, right?"

A beautiful girl with a high nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes walked out from behind the guard and tried to drive the guard away.

"Call me if you need me."

After the guards left, Sang Wen stepped into the room, and the next second someone covered her red lips.

"Miss Sang Wen, it's me, Wang Qinian."

Wang Qinian made a face and Sang Wen regained his composure.

Turning around, I saw Fan Xian walking out of the house.

"Meet Master Fan."

Miss Sangwen bowed.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, "You told her?"

Wang Qinian was speechless and shook his head, "It wasn't me."

Sang Wen answered for him, "I saw you when Si Lili's flower boat was still there. I'm sure Lord Fan wants to ask about the Baoyue Tower, right?"

Fan Xian was interested and thought that this was a smart girl. "Have you ever seen a woman with a child?"

Miss Sang Wen thought for a moment and shook her head, "No."

"But if the woman was captured in the building, she might be imprisoned in the backyard, and we can't get close to her."

"backyard?"

Fan Xian found a clue and was about to ask a few more questions when the guard outside the door rushed into the room for some unknown reason.

"Sang Wen, an adult is coming to clear the place, we must leave quickly"

The guard looked at Fan Xian and mistakenly thought that a thief was attacking the courtesan.

Draw your sword against each other.

Miss Sang Wen tried to stop him but failed.

The warrior guard's sword was already slashing towards Fan Xian.

Suddenly, a force came from behind, and the guard was kicked away. "Which grandson dares to sneak attack grandpa?"

Looking back and glaring angrily, the guard saw a luxurious man in a golden dragon robe. He was so frightened that his face changed quickly, he knelt on the ground and slapped himself in the face.

"His Royal Highness is here!"

"All the outsiders, please disperse!"

Qingzhu changed into a green maid's robe. Although she was as soft as a boneless bone beside the prince's bed, she was able to show that kind of cold and heroic spirit in front of the public and shock everyone.

She moved her long legs and followed the prince closely, dispersing all the onlookers.

"His Royal Highness!"

Miss Sang Wen had never seen such a big shot before, her knees went weak and she knelt down.

The guards around him were even more frightened, sweating profusely, and dared not even make a sound.

"Which hand drew the knife?"

Li Chengqian walked up to the guards. He knew that these people were thugs hired by Baoyue Tower. They had done many evil things such as forcing women of good families into prostitution. It would not be an exaggeration to kill them.

“This one.”

As soon as the burly guard stretched out his right hand, Li Chengqian stepped lightly on it. The sound of bones bursting instantly echoed throughout the room, followed by a wail of pain.

"Go back and tell your boss to reserve the best seat for me and leave this girl to me."

Li Chengqian pointed at Miss Sang Wen.

The guard was in so much pain that he wanted to die, but he could only nod frantically.

After the people from Baoyue Tower left, Fan Xian clasped his hands in admiration, "Your Highness, you have become a sixth-rank master in just a few days. I really admire you!"

You're already at the ninth rank, and you're admiring a marketeer?

Li Chengqian ignored Fan Xian's flattery, waved his sleeves, turned around and left, and followed behind him in small steps. "Let's go to Baoyue Tower to play."

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Baoyue Tower.

A high platform was built in front of the gate to hold an event to commemorate Lord Xiao Fan. Anyone could go on stage to read poems and write calligraphy. Only the best ones who passed the judges' evaluation would be qualified to enter Baoyue Tower.

"Baoyue Tower is also using hunger marketing?"

Fan Xian always blurts out some modern words. If the people around him are all natives and they don't understand what they mean, it would be fine, but people would also think that young Master Fan has an active mind and is worthy of being the think tank of Qing Kingdom.

But now His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Li Chengqian is also a time traveler, so it sounds a bit awkward and distracting.

"Mourning is fake, searching for your whereabouts is real."

Li Chengqian ignored what Fan Xian said and changed the subject.

He has not yet confronted Fan Xian, as they are fellow villagers.

Fan Xian is a man with deep scheming minds. When fellow villagers meet, they may not all be filled with tears. Perhaps he will stab them in the back?
"Your Highness the Crown Prince is right. The delegation has not yet returned to the capital, so I cannot appear in public." Fan Xian looked at Li Chengqian and found that he had changed his dragon robe into a Confucian robe. Although he did not have the pressure of an emperor, he was still elegant and refined.

"When did His Royal Highness change his clothes?"

"just."

Li Chengqian glanced at Qingzhu. She bought him this casual outfit with her reward, saying that it would look great on His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

The latter shyly turned his face away, as if observing the surroundings for any danger. In fact, he was afraid to look at others for fear of blushing.

It was also his idea to take off the dragon robe.

Li Chengqian does not want to use his status as the crown prince to settle everything for Fan Xian. How is that different from being a bootlicker?
Li Chengqian wanted to guide Fan Xian to discover the second prince's plan. Only when he encountered difficulties after joining the game, and he, as the crown prince, stepped in to help him, would Fan Xian understand the difference between the crown prince and the second prince, and who he should help to ascend to the throne in the future.

"I met an old man on my way here. He wanted to enter Baoyue Tower in order to redeem his daughter."

"We can ask him to help find out the situation."

Fan Xian called an elderly man over and gave him his own poems and five hundred taels of silver.

The old man refused again and again, but after accepting it, he wanted to kowtow in gratitude, but was stopped by Fan Xian.

Old golden head.
Li Chengqian felt sad and tearful when he saw this character for whom he had advocated to have more roles.

He insisted on adding this character into the script, and his death was the fuse that ignited Fan Xian's anger to thoroughly investigate Baoyue Tower and protest for the injustice of innocent people in the world.

But when Old Golden Head really appeared in front of him, Li Chengqian couldn't bear it anymore.

He should happily redeem his daughter and go home to live a happy life.

He shouldn't have died here.
"Thank you, sir. I can finally enter Baoyue Tower and redeem my daughter."

Old Jin bowed again and again to thank Fan Xian for his help with the poem. When they were about to part, Li Chengqian asked, "What if I told you that even if you enter Baoyue Tower, you may not be able to redeem your daughter?"

Old Jintou's first reaction was a little angry, but he quickly realized that this was an adult who was helping him:

"Thank you for your reminder, even if it is a dangerous place, I will still go there to try it."

"I wish you success."

Li Chengqian didn't say anything more.
When Old Jintou got the token and was finally able to enter Baoyue Tower, he laughed happily and jumped around like a child.

Fan Xian smiled back and waved his hand. After he entered, he looked at Li Chengqian in confusion:

"Your Highness, what did you mean by that just now?"

Wang Qinian came over with the same confusion and listened attentively.

Li Chengqian took a sip of the coarse tea sold on the street. It was extremely bitter and it took a long time for the taste to become sweet, but it was only a tiny bit of sweetness.

"Fan Xian, five hundred taels, do you think he can redeem his daughter?"

"Did I give too little?"

Fan Xian didn't understand.

Qingzhu took the teacup sensibly, and Li Chengqian said again, "Not enough, far from enough."

"Then how much should we give? Ten times the ransom, five thousand taels?"

"It's still not enough."

Li Chengqian felt that the time was about right, so he didn't waste any more time talking to Fan Xian. "Five thousand taels, eight thousand taels, ten thousand taels, thirty thousand taels, none of them are enough! No matter how much silver you give him, he can't redeem his daughter."

“For the people’s money is no longer money in their eyes.”

Fan Xian's pupils trembled slightly, as if he understood what the prince meant, but he saw him suddenly stand up and walk towards Baoyue Tower, "Your Highness, what are you going to do?"

Li Chengqian waved his hand, signaling them to follow.

"Go save people, it will be too late if you delay any longer."

(End of this chapter)