Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 386 Fan Xian Returns Home, A Glimpse into the Lives of People; Don't Come Any Closer!

Upon hearing Fan Jian's words, everyone snapped out of their daze and hurriedly escorted the sedan chair towards the inner courtyard.

Fan Ruoruo stayed close to the sedan chair, tucking Fan Xian in every now and then, her eyes full of heartache.

After passing through several corridors, you can see Aunt Liu standing in front of the courtyard gate with her maid. She is dressed in a crimson dress, her hair is neatly styled, and her face shows just the right amount of concern.

"The master is back."

Aunt Liu hurried forward, first curtsied to Fan Jian, her gaze lingering on his haggard face for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly: "You haven't had a proper rest these past few days?"

Fan Jian waved his hand: "It's alright. Xian'er needs to rest quietly. Give the order to prepare a courtyard and have someone on duty every day for twelve hours."

"I understand."

Aunt Liu nodded and bowed before turning to Fan Xian in the sedan chair, a smile spreading across her face: "Brother Xian is finally back! We've been so worried about you these past few days."

She stepped forward and offered a helping hand, but subtly maintained her distance: "I've asked the kitchen to prepare some top-quality bird's nest; it will be delivered in a little while."

Fan Xian nodded weakly in thanks: "Thank you for your concern, Auntie."

In any case, Aunt Liu's behavior was at least passable on the surface, so Fan Xian naturally wouldn't embarrass her.

Aunt Liu's smile remained unchanged, but out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Fan Ruoruo's red and swollen eyes, and thought to herself, "Ruoruo and this illegitimate child have such a good relationship!"

When she turned to Fan Jian, her tone immediately softened: "Master, you should rest too. These past few days have been busy with court affairs, and you..."

“I know what I’m doing.” Fan Jian interrupted her and turned to the housekeeper, “Go and invite Doctor Chen to come and examine Xian’er’s pulse again.”

As everyone entered the courtyard, the servants gently settled Fan Xian on the bed. Fan Ruoruo immediately wrung out a hot towel and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Does it hurt, brother?" Her voice was as soft as a whisper, her eyes glistening with tears. "Ruoruo will blow on it for you..."

Fan Xian felt a warmth in his heart and forced a smile, saying, "With Ruoruo here, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Aunt Liu stood aside, watching the deep affection between the brother and sister. Her smile became somewhat stiff. She turned to Fan Jian and said, "Master, why don't you go and change your clothes first? I'll watch over things here."

Fan Jian was indeed exhausted. He nodded and said, "Alright, Ruoruo, report back immediately if anything happens."

"I understand, daughter." Fan Ruoruo didn't even look up, focusing all her attention on taking care of her brother.

After Fan Jian left, Aunt Liu's smile faded a bit. She walked to the bedside and looked down at Fan Xian: "Brother Xian, you're really lucky this time. I heard that beast was very ferocious, and even several Imperial Guards were injured."

Fan Xian sensed the hidden meaning in her words, but he simply closed his eyes wearily and said, "It was just luck."

"you do not say."

Aunt Liu chuckled and said meaningfully, "For your sake, Master even dared to commit the serious crime of breaking into the palace. This father-son bond is truly touching."

Fan Ruoruo keenly sensed that something was amiss and looked up, saying, "Auntie, my brother needs to rest. If you have nothing else to do, please leave now!"

"Look at me, I was so busy talking."

Aunt Liu patted her forehead. "You two siblings talk. I'll go check on the master."

After saying that, she turned and left, her skirt trailing a fragrant breeze.

Once she was out of sight, Fan Ruoruo breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Brother, don't pay any attention to her. Father has really gone to great lengths for you these past few days."

Fan Xian nodded slightly, but his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

Who would have thought that his trip to Kyoto would begin with an injury, and that the Zhu Yan beast was clearly brought there by that mysterious person? What was that person's purpose?

and also……

The domineering true energy within his own body...

Fan Xian squinted at his palm. In his unconscious state, he vaguely remembered that someone seemed to have transferred some true energy into him.

It was this true energy that, with the help of the Nine Yang True Energy within his body, began to fully transform the domineering true energy he had cultivated.

Comparing the two, it seemed as if that true energy was an advanced version of the domineering true energy he cultivated.

"Ruoruo," he suddenly asked, "during the days I was unconscious, was there anything unusual in the manor?"

"You mean Aunt Liu?"

Fan Ruoruo paused in her work, shook her head, and then said, "Aside from your father staying by your side day and night, there's nothing else to worry about. It's just that Fan Sizhe has been unusually irritable these past few days. He even broke a tea set yesterday."

"Fan Sizhe, cough cough, what's my younger brother's name?"

Fan Xian couldn't help but smile and asked, "Who came up with that?"

"Father, your thoughts are as stagnant as a pig's, and you leave a trail of trouble as you run rampant," Fan Ruoruo said with a hint of teasing.

"Good name, good name!"

Fan Xian slowly raised his thumb.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the courtyard.

"Why should the whole mansion revolve around him just because he's back!"

Fan Sizhe's voice grew louder as he approached, filled with resentment: "I was punished by the teacher at the academy, and my father didn't even ask a single question!"

"Second Young Master, please keep your voice down," the servant urged anxiously.

"Get out of my way! I'm going to say it anyway! He's just an illegitimate child, what right does he have?!"

The sound stopped abruptly, clearly because someone had stopped them. Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

"I gonna go see."

Fan Ruoruo stood up, but Fan Xian stopped her.

"Never mind." Fan Xian shook his head. "He's young and doesn't know any better."

Outside the courtyard, Aunt Liu was tightly gripping Fan Sizhe's arm and pulling him away into the distance.

"Are you crazy?"

She lowered her voice, a flash of anger crossing her eyes, and scolded, "How dare you say such things? If your father hears you, he'll definitely teach you a lesson."

Fan Sizhe struggled, but ultimately dared not defy his mother. He just muttered resentfully, "I'm not wrong. Ever since I heard he was injured, Father has ignored me."

"Shut up!"

Aunt Liu scolded him sternly, then looked around warily before pulling her son to a secluded spot. "Your father has been exhausted for several days. If you continue to cause trouble, you will be punished according to family rules!"

Fan Sizhe's eyes reddened: "Mother, you're on his side too."

Looking at her good-for-nothing son, Aunt Liu's expression was complicated. Finally, she sighed and said, "You know, some things are not as you think. According to rumors, that illegitimate son has saved the emperor's life. At this critical moment, how can we offend him? Go back to your courtyard now, and I will come to find you later."

After sending her son away, Aunt Liu straightened her clothes and walked towards Fan Jian's study. Pushing open the door, she saw that Fan Jian had changed into casual clothes and was bent over his desk reviewing documents, his eyes dark and swollen.

"Master," Aunt Liu called softly, taking the ginseng soup from the maid's hand. "Please rest for a bit and have some soup."

Fan Jian didn't even look up: "Just leave it there."

Aunt Liu gently placed the soup bowl on the table, turned around behind Fan Jian, and massaged his shoulders: "Now that Xian'er is fine, you should take care of yourself. You've hardly slept these past few days."

Fan Jian finally put down his pen and rubbed his temples: "There are so many affairs in the court, especially in the Ministry of Revenue, sigh!"

"No matter how busy you are, you must eat and rest." Aunt Liu interrupted him, her tone unusually insistent. "If you fall ill, what will happen to this whole family?"

Fan Jian glanced at her, unusually not refuting her, and took a sip of the ginseng soup. Seeing this, Aunt Liu's eyes flashed with satisfaction. "Did Sizhe cause trouble in Xian'er's courtyard just now?" Fan Jian suddenly asked.

Aunt Liu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "He's just being childish; I've already scolded him."

Fan Jian snorted coldly: "You're over ten years old and still a child? You idle away your days, your studies at the academy are a mess, and you still have the nerve to compare yourself with your elder brother?"

"master……"

“Go tell him,” Fan Jian said sternly, “if I hear another word of disrespect for Xian’er, don’t blame me for disciplining him!”

Aunt Liu's face paled, but she managed a smile: "I understand, I will definitely discipline him properly."

Just then, the butler rushed in to report: "Master, Doctor Chen has arrived and is taking the young master's pulse."

Fan Jianli immediately got up and walked outside. Aunt Liu quickly followed, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes. She hadn't even had a few sips of the delicious ginseng soup.

Inside the courtyard, Doctor Chen had just finished taking Fan Jian's pulse when he saw Fan Jian enter. He quickly bowed and greeted him as "Lord Sinan."

"How about it?" Fan Jian asked directly.

Doctor Chen stroked his beard: "Although the young master's pulse is weak, it has stabilized. There seems to be a peculiar internal energy repairing his meridians. Given time, he should recover completely."

Fan Jian's expression softened slightly: "Just tell me what medicinal herbs you need."

"The prescription given by the Imperial Medical Academy is extremely appropriate and exactly targets the symptoms. Just follow the prescription to recuperate."

Doctor Chen paused for a moment, then said, "However, the young master's internal energy is quite strange. In my decades of medical practice, I have never seen anything like it."

Fan Jian's eyes narrowed: "What do you mean by that?"

“Ordinary martial artists’ internal energy flows like a stream, but the young master’s internal energy is like…like a raging fire.” Doctor Chen carefully chose his words. “However, this is actually beneficial for healing, so you need not worry too much, sir.”

Fan Jian nodded thoughtfully and personally saw Doctor Chen out. When he returned, he saw Fan Ruoruo carefully feeding Fan Xian water, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a fragile treasure.

"Father." Fan Xian tried to get up when he saw Fan Jian, but Fan Jian stopped him.

"Rest well." Fan Jian sat down by the bed, his tone unusually gentle. "Dr. Chen said your injuries are nothing serious, you just need to rest."

Fan Ruoruo exclaimed joyfully, "That's wonderful! Brother, did you hear that?"

Fan Xian smiled and nodded, his gaze towards Fan Jian now filled with inquiry: "Father, was the person in the Riqing Temple His Majesty that day?"

Fan Jian sighed: "It is His Majesty. I have found out the whole story. Bringing you to Qing Temple was His Majesty's arrangement, so that you and Lin Wan'er could meet and get to know each other, so that you can inherit the power of the Imperial Treasury in the future."

"Neiku?"

Fan Xian's gaze involuntarily shifted to his lower body, and he asked with a strange expression, "Who came up with this name? It's so indecent."

"Be careful!"

Fan Jian looked solemn, placed his hands on his forehead in a gesture of respect, and said, "This is the name chosen by His Majesty. How is these two characters inelegant?"

"Never mind that, just keep talking!"

Fan Jian didn't dwell on these matters any further. "His Majesty is diligent and has many affairs to attend to, so he doesn't have the energy to manage the Imperial Treasury personally. Therefore, he has entrusted the Imperial Treasury to the subordinates of Princess Li Yunrui."

Fan Xian listened, his expression becoming even stranger: "The Grand Duke is in charge of the Imperial Treasury?"

Fan Jian seemed oblivious to all this and continued, "The eldest princess is exceptionally beautiful, and her personality... well, she is quite gentle. Although she is not His Majesty's biological sister, she is highly trusted and remains unmarried to this day."

Hearing Fan Jian keep mentioning the Eldest Princess, Fan Xian, his face pale, teased, "Father, could it be that you've taken a fancy to the Eldest Princess?"

"nonsense!"

Fan Jian's eyes widened, and he said with a serious expression, "The Princess and the current Prime Minister Lin Ruofu have a daughter. This matter is extremely secret and is not known to outsiders."

"The eldest princess's daughter is Lin Wan'er, whom you met before. She is the woman you are going to marry when you come to the capital."

"His Majesty's decree states that whoever marries Lin Wan'er will be able to take over the management of the Imperial Treasury from Princess Li Yunrui."

"Chen Pingping and Fei Jie don't want you to come to the capital right now. I'm taking advantage of their absence to bring you to the capital because now is the best opportunity to take back your mother's business and what rightfully belongs to you."

"But who knew that such a thing would happen as soon as you returned to Kyoto!" Fan Jian sighed.

Fan Xian sorted out his thoughts. He hadn't expected that his trip to the capital would involve such a complicated matter. He lowered his head and murmured, "Lin Wan'er?"

Fan Jian gently patted Fan Xian on the shoulder: "The Imperial Treasury is the royal family's cash cow. There are many people who don't want you to take over. His Majesty has four sons. The eldest prince is leading troops in the field, and the youngest prince is still young."

"Now the two contenders for the supreme position are the Crown Prince and the Second Prince. The Eldest Princess has always supported the Crown Prince's faction. It is a great taboo for the Crown Prince to control the royal family's finances."

"You need to carefully grasp the nuances of this!"

Fan Xian felt a headache coming on. The internal treasury's financial power and the princes' disputes seemed to have suddenly plunged him into a vortex, and he wanted to ask more questions.

Fan Jian interrupted him, stood up and said, "For now, just focus on recovering. We'll talk about everything after you're healed. You can use this time to think about how to deal with this. Ruoruo, take good care of your brother."

Fan Ruoruo nodded solemnly: "Father, don't worry."

Fan Jian gave a few more instructions before leaving.

Aunt Liu stood in the courtyard. Seeing him come out, she hurried forward: "Master, dinner is ready, please..."

"You guys go ahead and use it," Fan Jian waved his hand. "I still need to go to my study to take care of some things."

Aunt Liu hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself. In the end, she could only watch him leave. As she turned around, she glanced at the brightly lit windows in Fan Xian's courtyard and frowned repeatedly.

"I wonder what the master and that illegitimate child were talking about just now?"

As night deepened, the lights in the various courtyards of the Fan residence were gradually turned off. Only in Fan Xian's courtyard did Fan Ruoruo insist on keeping watch, refusing to leave no matter how the maids tried to persuade her.

"You all go and rest," she said to the servants. "I'll stay with my brother."

After everyone had left, Fan Ruoruo sat down on the embroidered stool by the bed and whispered, "Brother, are you asleep?"

Fan Xian opened his eyes: "Not yet."

"Does it hurt a lot?" Fan Ruoruo asked with concern when she saw his brows furrow slightly.

Fan Xian shook his head: "It's much better than a few days ago."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Ruo Ruo, I'm afraid you'll have to work hard these next few days."

Just as Fan Ruoruo was about to speak, for some reason, she suddenly clutched her forehead and collapsed to the side, feeling dizzy.

Fan Xian felt a surge of anxiety and tried to get up.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him.

"Don't worry, she's fine."

"Why is it still you?"

Fan Xian looked warily at Meng Fan, who seemed to be haunting him, and asked irritably, "What exactly do you want?"

Fan Xian was truly puzzled. It was he who had passed on the Nine Yang Divine Skill to him, and it was also he who had summoned Zhu Yan and almost killed him.

The other party's actions are truly unpredictable.

"What?"

Meng Fan smiled slightly: "Naturally, it's so that you can grow up faster!"

(End of this chapter)