Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 385 Fatherly love seems to exist, but it doesn't seem to be much! [Begging for subscriptions and monthly tickets]

At this moment, the officials below the steps immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, and even the silver needles in the hands of the imperial physicians trembled and made a faint sound. Fan Jian, however, straightened his back and let the cold sweat on his forehead slide down his tense jaw.

"Fan Jian!"

Emperor Qing suddenly leaned down: "Are you questioning me?"

Fan Jian stood up, his neck stiff, and spoke each word as sharp as an iron ball striking the ground: "I only want my son to live."

"If he dies..."

Fan Jian's knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, but his momentum quickly waned and his figure became somewhat hunched.

Yes, Fan Xian is dead, what could he possibly do?

revenge?

To seek revenge on that beast that Emperor Qing spoke of?

What happens after revenge?
Fan Xian will not be resurrected, just like Ye Qingmei, he will completely disappear from this world.

Fan Jian slumped to the ground, his thoughts turning to Ye Qingmei. He murmured, "I'm sorry. I failed to protect your son. I shouldn't have let him come to Kyoto. It's all my fault!"

Emperor Qing watched Fan Jian weeping uncontrollably and felt a surge of annoyance. He thought to himself, "If you don't know the truth, you really think Fan Xian is his biological son!"
His biological father hasn't even said anything yet, and you, his adoptive father whom he's never met, are crying like this. Where does that leave his pride?
"Okay, stop crying!"

"The Imperial Minister of the South, a man in his fifties, is not afraid of being laughed at. If you want to cry, go outside and cry!"

Emperor Qing kicked Fan Jian, the Marquis of Sinan, who was lying on the ground, then glared at the other members of the Imperial Medical Academy and shouted, "And you all, get out of here!"

Upon seeing Emperor Qing's anger, the Imperial Medical Academy personnel hastily bowed and left, afraid of being too slow and daring not to linger for even a moment.

Only Fan Jian insisted, "I'll stay here with my son, I'm not going anywhere!"

Emperor Qing's face darkened. Facing the stubborn old man Fan Jian, he shouted directly at the imperial guards outside the hall, "Come here, take this old bastard out of here!"

"How could you do this? Put me down! Put me down! Your Majesty, our father-son bond is clear and unquestionable..."

As Fan Jian was being dragged out of the hall by the guards on both sides, he struggled violently and shouted incessantly.

Once he was dragged outside the palace, Fan Jian broke free from the guards beside him, straightened his clothes, and coldly snorted, "I'll walk myself!"

Then, Fan Jian walked up to the group of imperial physicians, staring intently at the hall, waiting for a result.

Inside the main hall at this moment.

Emperor Qing paced back and forth in front of Fan Xian's bed. Finally, he hesitated and looked at Fan Xian, leaning down to carefully examine his pale yet handsome face. He sighed softly and said, "Your eyebrows and eyes look like your mother's, but your nose, mouth, and ears look like mine."

Emperor Qing's feelings toward this son were complex; perhaps to him, Fan Xian's existence was more like that of a pawn.

However, this piece still has value and cannot simply die.

However, Fan Xian also carries the beautiful hopes that Emperor Qing once had. He was originally an unknown prince, and he never imagined that one day a goddess like Ye Qingmei would take a liking to him and remove the stumbling blocks on his way to the throne.

It would be impossible to say that Emperor Qing had no feelings for Ye Qingmei, but he loved the throne and the secure power even more.

He would not tolerate any existence that could challenge his imperial power, and so Ye Qingmei died!

He betrayed her.

Similarly, at that moment, Emperor Qing told himself that Ye Qingmei was nothing more than a pawn used to help him ascend to the throne.

But at this moment, when Emperor Qing saw Fan Xian's face, he couldn't help but think of that woman. Emperors are ruthless, and even Grandmasters may have long since lost their humanity.

Emperor Qing gazed at Fan Xian with a deep, unfathomable look, the candlelight reflecting off his ever-changing expression.

After a long time.

Emperor Qing gently lifted Fan Xian's limp hand and placed his fingers on Fan Xian's pulse. Just as the imperial physician had said, Fan Xian was on the verge of death.

He's only alive now because of a wisp of true energy.

Ultimately, whether out of his own calculations or out of genuine fatherly affection, Emperor Qing channeled his inner energy into Fan Xian.

Unexpectedly, this transfer of true energy was like a floodgate bursting open; Emperor Qing felt his true energy flowing uncontrollably into Fan Xian's body.

That wisp of Nine Yang True Qi greedily absorbed the Kingly True Qi within Emperor Qing's body, like a giant Kun from the deep sea, wantonly devouring seawater.

Upon seeing this situation, Emperor Qing immediately channeled his inner energy into his palm, forcibly severing the connection between himself and Fan Xian.

Then, he looked at his slightly charred palms, his eyes filled with uncertainty, and let out a soft breath, "It's up to your own fate!"

Fatherly love seems to exist, but not much, just this little bit.

Emperor Qing turned and walked out of the palace.

Seeing the gate open, Fan Jian hurriedly went to greet him: "Your Majesty, Fan Xian, he…!"

Emperor Qing waved his hand, said nothing, and left indifferently.

Fan Jian immediately looked anxious, thinking that something had happened to Fan Xian. He rushed into the palace without regard for anything else, followed by numerous imperial physicians.

After all, Emperor Qing had previously given an order that if Fan Xian died, all of them would have to be buried with him, so the young master inside dared not be careless.

After Emperor Qing left, the wisp of Nine Yang True Qi within Fan Xian's body, fueled by the Kingly True Qi, continued to grow stronger and actually began to slowly repair his broken meridians.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill already possesses the effects of detoxification and healing. Under the influence of nuclear radiation, which mutates true energy, it is as if it has been enhanced to an epic degree, causing the cultivator to tend towards inhuman development.

Fan Xian's improved condition brought great joy to the many imperial physicians, who were overjoyed, as their lives had been saved.

Subsequently, with the help of many skilled doctors from the Imperial Hospital, Fan Xian's broken bones were continuously repaired and reconnected. For three consecutive days, without sleep or rest, Fan Xian's life was finally saved.

During these three days, Fan Jian stayed by Fan Xian's side the whole time, without even returning to the Fan residence. He was dutiful and responsible, even closer to him than a biological father.

In Guangxin Palace.

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Li Yunrui stopped arranging flowers and smiled, "Si Nanbo broke into the palace at night for his illegitimate son, and His Majesty not only did not punish him, but also allowed him to stay in the Imperial Hospital."

"It seems that our Emperor truly holds this Lord Sinan in high regard!"

The subordinate replied, "When His Majesty was still a prince, he was already a good friend of Fan Jian, the Marquis of Sinan. It's not surprising that they have such a friendship."

Li Yunrui gave a cold laugh, stretched, revealing a large expanse of white skin, and slowly stood up: "Change your clothes!"

"Since Fan Xian is injured, isn't it normal for me, as his future mother-in-law, to go and see my future son-in-law?"

"Let's go, let's go to the Imperial Hospital!"

Half an hour later, at the Imperial Hospital.

Fan Jian blocked Princess Li Yunrui's path and asked in an unfriendly tone, "May I ask what important matter brings the Princess to the Imperial Hospital?"

Li Yunrui smiled and said, "I heard that Fan Xian fought and killed a ferocious beast to protect His Majesty and saved the emperor. I came to visit him. Moreover, His Majesty recently bestowed a marriage upon him. It is only right and proper for me to visit Fan Xian, isn't it?"

Having said that, he shifted his stance and was about to walk towards Fan Xian.

But Fan Jian wouldn't budge an inch, keeping Fan Xian as if he were his own eyes. Others might not know, but he certainly did. Li Yunrui was a woman with a heart of stone, a madwoman at heart.

If we let her get close to Fan Xian, who knows what might happen?

Fan Xian was in mortal danger before, and now that things have finally started to look up, if Li Yunrui were to secretly sabotage him, there would be no going back.

In fact, Li Yunrui had indeed prepared a method. She applied a kind of "fragrance" to her body, which would cause any injured person to suffer from anemia if they came close enough to smell it, essentially a slow-acting poison. It wouldn't be noticeable in the short term, but over time, their blood and energy would inevitably decline. Fan Xian was already seriously injured; if he were to suffer further injuries, he would likely be unable to recover.

The wedding date was naturally postponed indefinitely.

Little did they know, Fan Xian's Nine Yang Divine Skill had the effect of detoxification, so even if Li Yunrui succeeded, it would not have any impact on Fan Xian.

This time, Li Yunrui miscalculated.

Fan Jian said in a cold voice, "My son's injuries will be treated by the Imperial Hospital, so there's no need for the Princess to worry about it."

Li Yunrui wasn't angry when she saw that her plan had failed. After all, she was always brooding and wouldn't have only one plan.

She immediately laughed and said, "These mediocre people in the Imperial Hospital are only good at prescribing health-preserving prescriptions. They probably have little to offer for such a serious illness."

"As luck would have it, I had previously met a famous doctor in Jiangnan who was very knowledgeable about treating external injuries. I brought him here this time so that he could examine Fan Xian as well."

When Li Yunrui called them mediocre, the people from the Imperial Medical Academy all shrank back, not daring to utter a single word of rebuttal.

Fan Jian narrowed his eyes, dropping the pretense and retorting directly, "The Imperial Medical Academy gathers the best doctors in the world; how can a mere country doctor compare? To have such an unknown physician treat my son—I wonder what the Princess's true intentions are?"

"Is Lord Fan doubting me?"

Li Yunrui's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint at just the right moment.

So what if I doubt you?

Fan Jian was not afraid at all. He dared to confront even the current emperor, so who did you think you were?

Just as the two were about to draw their swords.

Eunuch Hou brought an imperial edict: "From today onwards, the Imperial Medical Academy will prohibit any outsiders from visiting Fan Xian, except for Lord Sinan."

Upon hearing this, Li Yunrui's eyes narrowed immediately. Due to Emperor Qing's orders, he had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Just as she brushed past Eunuch Hou, she heard him whisper, "His Majesty also said that the Princess should stay quietly in Guangxin Palace these days!"

Li Yunrui snorted coldly and walked away without looking back.

It can only be said that Fan Xian's life has been full of twists and turns. Even when he is injured, there are people who are always thinking about his life. If it weren't for Fan Jian guarding him here, there would be many more people in the palace who would want Fan Xian dead.

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after one day.

Fan Xian opened his eyes tremblingly: "Water...give me...water!"

Fan Jian, who was drooping his eyelids, quickly perked up after hearing Fan Xian's soft call and stepped forward to ask with concern, "How are you feeling?"

"Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician!"

Fan Jian quickly turned around and called out.

"So...thirsty!"

Fan Xian looked at Fan Jian's large face. Although his mind was still a little hazy, he still spoke his request based on instinct.

"The water's coming right away!"

With a listless expression, Fan Jian picked up the ginseng soup from the table beside him and moistened Fan Xian's lips, explaining, "The imperial physician said that all your internal organs are damaged, so you can only use these kinds of soups to soothe your throat. Don't put too much in your stomach, so use a little!"

After drinking the ginseng soup, Fan Xian felt much better about his dry and hoarse throat, but it still felt like being pricked with needles.

"you are?"

He looked at Fan Jian with a questioning gaze.

"I am your father!"

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In another palace of the royal palace.

Emperor Qing put down the memorial in his hand and heard Eunuch Hou report from the side: "Your Majesty, Young Master Fan has woken up!"

"He's awake. Have Fan Jian take him home and let him recuperate for a while. Don't let him miss the wedding." Emperor Qing instructed Eunuch Hou without looking up.

"Yes!"

Clearly, Emperor Qing understood that the palace was not a place for Fan Xian to stay and recuperate for long. To Emperor Qing at the moment, Fan Xian was more like a pawn that needed to be played.

He is now putting it back on track.

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Fan Jian took the injured Fan Xian away from the palace and returned to the Fan residence.

The vermilion gate of the Fan residence slowly opened, and four servants carefully carried the sedan chair across the threshold. Fan Jian rode in front, his face haggard but his eyes sharp, and he would occasionally look back to check the situation inside the sedan chair.

"Gently, very gently!"

Fan Jian scolded in a low voice: "Xian'er can't stand the jolting."

Fan Xian, half-leaning on the soft pillows in the sedan chair, was as pale as paper. During his few days in the palace, he felt as if he had walked through the gates of hell. Although he had now awakened, his meridians still ached as if they were on fire.

The sedan curtain swayed slightly, and he squinted at the scenery of the mansion outside, feeling a sense of being in another world.

"Father……"

Fan Xian's voice was hoarse: "Thank you for your trouble."

Upon hearing this, Fan Jian reined in his horse and turned around, a barely perceptible hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes: "We're home. Take good care of yourself."

Those few simple words warmed Fan Xian's heart.

All of this is different from the scene when Fan Xian first visited the mansion in the original novel.

Fan Xian himself never expected things to turn out this way.

The household had already received the news, and the steward, along with a group of servants, waited at the central gate. As soon as the sedan chair landed, a figure in pale yellow fluttered over like a butterfly.

"elder brother!"

Disregarding the decorum expected of a well-bred young lady, Fan Ruoruo rushed over, her skirt billowing. When she saw her brother's pale face inside the sedan chair, tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

Her slender fingers gripped the sedan curtain tightly, her knuckles turning white, as if her brother would vanish if she let go.

"Ruoruo..."

Fan Xian forced a smile and tried to raise his hand to wipe away his sister's tears, but he couldn't even do this simple action.

Seeing this, Fan Ruoruo felt her heart breaking, and tears streamed down her face like broken pearls: "How could this happen?"

She turned to her father, her eyes pleading: "Father, what did the imperial physician say? My brother..."

"His life is no longer in danger."

Fan Jian dismounted and rubbed his temples wearily: "But you need to rest for a while. Let's go back to the courtyard first, don't stand here."

(End of this chapter)