When Fan Jian woke up from a coma, the first person he saw was Fan Ruoruo.
"Father, you finally woke up. You have been in a coma for two days." Fan Ruoruo said in a rainy voice.
Just as Fan Jiang was about to move, he felt heartbreaking pain in his body.
"Master Fan, please don't move."
Fan Jian recognized that the person speaking was none other than Dr. Wen, whom he brought from Kyoto.
When he left Kyoto before, Emperor Qing specially appointed a fellow physician from the imperial hospital to help old Mrs. Fan take care of her body. Unexpectedly, Fan Jian used it first.
"Lord Fan, it was such a dangerous situation. The assassin's three swords almost hit the vital point, especially the one on your left chest. If it went even one inch deeper, it would have reached your heart. It's really hard to save your life."
Fan Jian's mind was spinning, and he suddenly thought of Wang Gang.
"Assassin, what assassin?"
Doctor Wen said strangely: "You were assassinated in the tavern. Fortunately, the Black Cavalry rescued you in time and the assassin had already escaped. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to save you with another stab."
Fan Jian said anxiously: "He is not an assassin, he is..."
"Jian'er!" Old Mrs. Fan stopped in time: "You have just woken up. The assassin's matter is left to the black knight to catch. You need to have a good rest."
"That's right." Dr. Wen nodded and said, "Although Mr. Fan did not injure any vital parts, he lost too much blood and lost his vitality. He must stay in bed for a period of time."
Fan Jian suppressed his doubts and lay on the bed. Old Mrs. Fan sent Doctor Wen and Fan Ruoruo away before returning to the bed.
"Wang Gang has left Danzhou City."
Fan Jian frowned and said, "He still refuses to forgive me?"
"No, he has already forgiven you." Old Mrs. Fan said, "Didn't Dr. Wen say that? None of those three swords were critical."
Fan Jian subconsciously touched the wound. After feeling the pain, he suddenly smiled and said, "He still cares about the relationship between father and son."
Mrs. Fan sighed, sat beside Fan Jian's bed and said, "Give him some time! It's not easy to let go of this kind of thing."
Fan Jian expressed his understanding, and then asked: "Mother, what happened to the assassin?"
"After you were unconscious, the black knight heard the noise and rushed in. Wang Gang was taken away by that shopkeeper Hu. All I can say to the outside world is that you met an assassin."
Fan Jian said anxiously: "The Black Cavalry are the most elite troops of the Qing Kingdom. Will they catch up with the child?"
"Don't worry! They have been running for two days and the black knight has not caught up." Old Mrs. Fan said.
Fan Jian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good that we didn't catch him."
"You can rest in peace and recuperate. I will take care of you at home, so you can rest assured." Old Mrs. Fan said.
Fan Jian hesitated for a while, and then asked Mrs. Fan: "Mother, do you think what the child said is true? Why did Your Majesty kill Ye Qingmei and his own child?"
Mrs. Fan was silent for a long time before replying: "Actually, I have long felt strange. If the Queen wanted to kill Ye Qingmei, why did she wait until now? Wouldn't it be better to do it when Ye Qingmei was not pregnant with His Majesty's child?"
Fan Jian said: "Ye Qingmei has always been surrounded by a Wuzhu guardian who is comparable to a great master."
Old Mrs. Fan said: "There are many ways to assassinate, but hidden arrows are the most difficult to guard against."
Fan Jian still couldn't believe it.
"Ye Qingmei is a strange woman. She established the inspection institute, established the internal treasury, and built Qingguo, a small border country, into the most powerful country. Such a woman is what any emperor would want." Fan Jian said: "Your Majesty's ambition
How can you cut off your own arm in this world?"
Mrs. Fan patted Fan Jian on the shoulder and asked: "Has your Majesty really got Ye Qingmei?"
Fan Jian was shocked.
Old Mrs. 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 to the throne of God, can Your Majesty stop her?"
"Mother, have you guessed it a long time ago?" Fan Jian closed his eyes in pain.
"I have raised His Majesty since he was a child, and I know his temper best. The emperor is ruthless!" Old Mrs. Fan sighed.
"Mom, I want to be alone."
"Okay, you rest first."
Mrs. Fan walked out of the room and told her servants not to disturb Fan Jian. He needed to think about it by himself.
Fan Jian locked himself in a room for two days, and was served by servants for food and drink. He was like a vegetable, not moving or uttering a word.
Until the third day, a group of people came from Danzhou City, and a man in a wheelchair entered Fan Jian's room.
"Have you guessed it a long time ago?" Fan Jian finally said his first words when he saw Chen Pingping.
"The queen's family and the dignitaries in Kyoto alone cannot kill the young lady," Chen Pingping said.
Fan Jian suddenly sat up from the bed, not caring about the cracked wounds on his body.
"Since you had suspicions, why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I have no evidence, and I have doubted you before." Chen Pingping said calmly.
Fan Jian was stunned and said in confusion: "Why do you doubt me? In order to save Ye Qingmei's son, I got my own son involved!"
Chen Pingping said: "You liked the lady very much at first and acted like you would not marry her unless you had her, but in the blink of an eye you married someone else and had children. The contrast between the past and the present is too great.
?You left Kyoto before Miss’s accident and came back later. The timing was so perfect that it’s hard for people to believe it was a coincidence!”
Fan Jian laughed at himself: "Actually, I also doubted you. It was a coincidence that you were not in Kyoto when Ye Qingmei was killed."
"Yes!" Chen Pingping sighed: "Perhaps this is His Majesty's plan to make us doubt and question each other."
"Do you want to avenge her?" Fan Jian stared at Chen Pingping and asked.
"I want to, I can't even dream of it." Chen Pingping said firmly.
"If you and I join forces, there may be a chance." Fan Jian said cruelly.
Chen Pingping shook her 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'm not even afraid of death, I'm just afraid that my death will be worthless. Your Majesty was the Grand Master many years ago."
Fan Jian was surprised and said: "Didn't your Majesty's martial arts become useless during the campaign against Wei?"
"He hid it very well, but I still found out the clues. Not only has his martial arts not been abolished, but it has improved to a higher level. Back then, he was at the ninth level, but now he can only be a grand master."
Fan Jian's head slowly lowered, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.
"I know you want to die with him, but it's useless. Only the Grand Master can kill the Grand Master!" Chen Pingping touched the armrest of her wheelchair and said, "Otherwise, I would have done it long ago."
"What are your plans?" Fan Jian asked.
"I want to wait for Fan Xian to grow up and take over everything created by Miss. Some old people only recognize Miss and not others." Chen Pingping said:
"If Fan Xian can inherit five points of Miss's skills, plus you and me, he may not have no chance."
"No." Fan Jian flatly refused: "I just want Fan Xian to spend his life leisurely and don't want him to get involved. Leave the revenge to me."
Chen Pingping shook her head and said: "You can't do it, and neither can I. Only the young lady's children have a chance. But Fan Xian is still too young now. Only after he grows up safely can he take on this responsibility."
Fan Jian heard a hint of what Chen Pingping meant.
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone in the world thought that the young lady's child was dead. What would happen if someone stood up at this time and took the initiative to admit that he was Ye Qingmei's child?" Chen Pingping said with burning eyes:
"I already have this candidate."
Fan Jian instantly jumped up excitedly.
"You still want my son to replace Fan Xian?"
"He is actually Fan Xian, isn't he?" There was no trace of emotion in Chen Pingping's dead fish eyes.
"I owe that child too much and I can't hurt him anymore." Fan Jian said sadly.
"But he is the most suitable person!" Chen Pingping said.
"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 already planned it before you lured me to Danzhou!"
Chen Pingping said: "This is the best choice. It is good for you, me and Fan Xian!"
"Five years ago, you chose to die for your child to save the young lady's child. Why can't you do it again now?" Chen Pingping said coldly:
"Everything is to protect Fan Xian."
Fan Jian weakly sat down on the bed.
"No, I can't. I have regretted it for five years and don't want to try that taste again." Fan Jian said helplessly.
?"Actually, you have underestimated your son. I, Chen Pingping, have watched countless people in my life, but two people are not sure about the details. One is the lady, and the other is your son." Chen Pingping sighed:
?"What Wang Gang did is really unbelievable. He is just a five-year-old child. I am very curious about how far he can go!"
