Chapter Thirty-Eight Leaving Tan Prefecture

  Tong Qian didn't expect that this task assigned by the Earl would be completed so smoothly - he originally thought that since Fan Xian, the young master, didn't have a decent identity to show for it, he would definitely be very resistant to going to Kyoto to meet with the Second Lady, and would think of every possible way to drag things out in Danzhou. Unexpectedly, this young master seemed to agree to the Earl's request without any hesitation.

  He had known early on that the old lady had decided to stay in Danzhou, but he didn't think much of it. As long as that illegitimate young master followed him and his people back to Beijing, it was fine. As for the old lady, since she liked the seaside, let her spend her twilight years here; after all, the earl hadn't demanded that the entire separate estate must move back to Beijing together this time.

  A black three-horse carriage stopped in front of the main gate of the Fan Mansion, with a blue cushion on the driver's seat. The combination of blue and black looked quite handsome. The entrance was already crowded with residents of Danzhou City, who had gathered around after hearing about the grand procession of the Fan family's young master returning to the capital today.

  Although the residents of Dongzhou Port have all the shortcomings that humans should have, such as jealousy and sharp mouths, over the past decade or so, they often see Fan Xiaojie, who doesn't look like a young master, strolling on the streets, shouting on the rooftops, and always feeling some emotions. Now hearing that he is going to leave, going to the prosperous Kyoto, it is expected that most of them will not come back one day, and naturally there are still some sighs.

  A large crowd of people stood at the gate of the Earl's residence, waiting for Fan Xian to step out of this house for the last time.

  But after waiting for half a day, I still didn't see that beautiful face with an eternally gentle smile.

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  The backyard was bustling with activity, Fan Xian smiled and leaned against the pillar, watching several maids hurry back and forth. One of the maids shouted: "Toothbrush, toothbrush forgotten!" This shout made the maids search for another half day.

  After he came to this world, there were no major inventions, just making the toothbrush a bit more comfortable, changing the horsehair toothbrush that people liked to use into pig hair, and making the pillow softer by replacing the hard pillow with cotton. In addition, a shower head was made, which hung behind the bedroom.

  There are still many more, but for now, it seems that only a very small part of them can be brought to Kyoto.

  It wasn't long before several large packages were stuffed into the last carriage, and Fan Xian finally supported the old lady, with a smile all over his face, and walked out of the courtyard slowly.

  After nodding to the villagers and elderly around him, Fan Xian wasn't surprised to see SiSi with slightly red eyes in the crowd, apparently she had cried last night.

  Fan Xian made an exception today and wore a long shirt. He lifted the front of his shirt, fell to the ground, and kowtowed to the old lady.

  After standing up, he again used a completely unconventional way to hold the old lady tightly in his arms, and kissed her forehead with wrinkles all over, then said softly: "Grandma, think of a way to find a good husband for Sisi, at least like Donger."

  Everyone in the prefecture pretended they hadn't seen Young Master's mischievous behavior.

  The old lady was also shocked, never expecting that her normally calm and sensible grandson would have such a reckless side. She tapped his forehead and scolded: "What nonsense is this? I will naturally take care of these things."

  His gaze swept over the familiar faces before him, and Fan Xian smiled slightly, bowing his hands in a gesture of respect: "You've all worked hard these years."

  The servants and maids didn't dare accept the courtesy and hastily stepped aside.

  The old lady suddenly smiled and said: "Let's go, don't let your father worry in Kyoto. As for Sisi... if you live comfortably in the capital in the future, I'll let her come over to be with you."

  Fan Xian was taken aback, and before he could say anything, he had already gotten on the carriage in a daze. As the wheels rolled loudly, the horse-drawn carriage slowly left the city of Danzhou.

  The sky is bright and beautiful, with blue above, white clouds like silk, exceptionally lovely.

  The horse carriage passed by the closed grocery store, and from a distance, it went past the tofu stall. Fan Xian lifted the curtain of the carriage, looking at the young woman at the tofu stall and the little girl beside her who was already able to run around everywhere, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he sat back in his seat.

  Under the seat was an old black leather trunk.

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  The worst grocery store in the city of Dantzhou finally went bankrupt. The residents of the city casually said a few words, guessing that the blind old boss would probably end up alone and destitute in his old age. After expressing some sympathy, they began to shift the topic to Mr. Fan, who had just left the small town not long ago. People were speculating that the Earl was sending his illegitimate son to the capital to arrange a position for him.

  At this time, Fan Xian was lying in a spacious carriage, which was in the middle of the team. The carriage was covered with his own prepared bedding, very soft and comfortable, and he couldn't feel too much bumps. He would naturally guess the real reason why his father let him enter the capital, so he asked the leader of this guard, Tong Zi Jing, to come in and talk.

  Tōko Kyō sat calmly on the other side of the train car, his feet uncertain where to place them, afraid of dirtying the snow-white bedding at his feet. He felt quite uncomfortable in his heart, it seemed that this young master was also a prodigal son, not much better than those spoiled brats from Kyoto.

  Fan Xian stretched lazily, narrowed his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man with obvious strength, asking: "Tong Da, since we are already far away from Danzhou, can you tell me why my father asked me to enter the capital this time?"

  Fujiko hesitated for a moment, as if there was something she didn't want to say out loud.

  Fan Xian smiled, his eyes shining brightly as he gazed at him and said softly, "You also know my background, so it's inevitable that you'll have some worries."

  Tōyama Kyō forced a smile and replied respectfully, "Young master is overthinking it, this time when the old master brought you to the capital, it's naturally to make preparations for your future prospects."

  Fan Xian waved his hand and shook his head, "There are only the two of us in the carriage, what's the need to hide anything?" He suddenly burst out laughing, "If you won't say it, maybe I'll jump off the carriage and run away soon."

  Tongzi Jing smiled: "Young master likes to joke."

  The words had barely left his lips when Fan Xian coldly interrupted: "Sometimes I don't like telling jokes."

  Tōyama Kyō's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself: Could this person be speaking seriously? If you really didn't want to enter the capital, that's something everyone could have guessed. So why didn't you express your opposition in front of the old lady when we were in Tanshū City? He looked at the youth with a gentle face before him and felt all the more that his opponent was not as simple as he seemed.

  Fan Xian naturally wouldn't really run away, although he also knew that entering the capital would probably not be a good thing. However, his life of luxury and leisure over the years had already made him lose his courage to venture into the world, and living in a desolate mountain temple eating bitterness didn't fit his personality.

  He came into this world to enjoy blessings.

  And he was also very willing to go to Kyoto to take a look, so when the Viscount sent someone to pick him up, he didn't think of opposing it at all. But this doesn't mean that he wouldn't be curious about what's hidden behind this matter.

  After a long silence, Fujiko Kyō finally couldn't bear the icy calmness in the car and said: "Young master, the reason why we're rushing to take you back to Kyoto is that the old master has arranged a marriage for you."

  Fan Xian looked at him and after a long while, he finally spoke up: "A marriage proposal?"