Chapter 182 Si Gu Jian’s real goal!

A little before.

After breakfast, Fan Jian was about to go to the study to work, but then he thought of something, so he changed direction and came to the door of the mourning hall.

When he stopped, he saw Fan Ruoruo and Fan Sizhe kneeling inside the mourning hall.

Ever since the mourning hall was set up, Fan Ruoruo has been wearing mourning clothes and taking the initiative to keep vigil for Fan Xian, and no one can persuade her otherwise.

Fan Jian also knew that Fan Ruoruo and Fan Xian had a deep relationship, especially when she was a child and went to Danzhou for recuperation, which was her happiest and most blissful time.

Now that she knew Fan Xian was dead, she naturally couldn't bear the blow, and it was normal for her to feel sad.

However, Fan Jian did not expect that it was already the third day and Fan Ruoruo was still immersed in sorrow.

Moreover, according to the servants in the mansion, Fan Ruoruo had basically not eaten during the days of vigil and was very weak.

If this continues, something bad is bound to happen.

And because of the overall situation, he couldn't tell his daughter that Fan Xian was not dead yet.

This put Fan Jian in a difficult position.

Now he can only watch his daughter suffer from excessive grief, but he is unable to tell her the truth.

Fan Jian pondered for a moment, sighed slowly, and walked into the mourning hall.

When he walked in, he saw Fan Ruoruo kneeling on the ground, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her face was covered with tear marks.

And opposite Fan Ruoruo, Versace was also kneeling.

The only difference between him and Fan Ruoruo is that he is sleeping with his head tilted.

That’s right, you can fall asleep even while kneeling on the ground!

When Fan Jian saw Versace, he suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.

The names of "dog son" and "little cotton-padded jacket" were completely embodied at this moment.

At this time, Fan Ruoruo noticed someone coming in and slowly raised her head.

"Father." Fan Ruoruo looked up and said, but her voice was a little hoarse.

When Fan Jian saw Fan Ruoruo's appearance at this moment, he felt even more heartbroken.

My poor daughter...

At the same time, Versace, who was originally sleeping, seemed to notice something and immediately opened his eyes.

Then, he saw Fan Jian and was immediately startled.

Then, Versace reacted and quickly lowered his head and burst into tears.

"My big brother, you died so tragically!"

"How could you die so miserably?"

"How can I live without you?"

"Brother, my good brother!"

……

Versace cried in a very formal manner and looked heartbroken.

If an outsider who doesn't know the situation sees the scene, he will definitely think that he has a very good relationship with the deceased.

When Versace was pretending to cry, he felt that the performance was very realistic and there were no flaws at all.

Therefore, he was not panicked at all at this moment, and even felt like laughing.

Who knows, his father might praise him later.

Just when Versace was secretly delighted, he was frightened by a cold shout.

Fan Jian shouted coldly, "Shut up!"

"You traitor!"

After hearing what Fan Jian said, Versace's heart immediately sank. He didn't dare to say anything more and just lowered his head obediently.

He didn't understand. His performance was so realistic just now, so why was his father angry?
It doesn’t make sense!

After Fan Jian rolled his eyes at Fan Sizhe, he came to Fan Ruoruo and comforted her:

"My daughter, don't be too sad."

"The dead cannot be resurrected, so those who are alive should pay more attention to their health."

"Father, I..." Fan Ruoruo looked at Fan Jian in front of her, wanting to say something but not knowing how to say it.

In fact, she knew she couldn't do this, but she couldn't control it. Especially at night, she would always think of things from her childhood, which made her feel even more uncomfortable.

Fan Jian said: "If Fan Xian knew that you didn't eat, drink or rest all day because of his death, he would die with his eyes wide open."

"Listen to my father's advice, take a good rest, you have to live well, you still have a long way to go."

Fan Ruoruo's eyes were filled with tears. She nodded silently and said nothing more.

However, Versace, who was standing by, immediately looked up and said after hearing what he had just said:
"Dad, then can I..."

"No!" Fan Jian's tone changed and he yelled at Versace.

"You stay here quietly and don't leave!"

"If I find you sleeping again, I'll break your legs!"

"Oh... okay." Versace lowered his head in frustration.

Afterwards, Fan Jian did not stay here anymore, turned around and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the mourning hall, the servants from the mansion came over.

"Master, the guests are waiting for you in the study."

"He said he had something important to discuss."

Fan Jian waved his hand and said, "Got it, I'll be there right away."

"By the way, have the maids in the mansion keep an eye on the young lady at all times."

"If she feels any discomfort, send her back to her room to rest immediately."

"Yes, sir." The servant nodded in agreement and immediately turned and left.

When Fan Jian arrived at the study, he saw Chen Pingping sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him excitedly.

Fan Jian asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Why are you so happy?"

Chen Pingping said, "Wu Zhu just sent back a message saying that they have already printed out the person and will start a war soon."

"Let's go over and take a look. We can't miss such a good thing."

Fan Jian's face was overjoyed, and he asked, "Really?"

"That's really a happy event worth celebrating."

"Come on, let's go now."

Originally, a duel between grandmasters was a rare scene in the world, and sometimes you might not even see it in your lifetime.

Now, not only can you see him, but you can also see three grand masters.

Such a wonderful thing should not be missed.

Afterwards, Fan Jian pushed the wheelchair in which Chen Pingping was sitting and walked out the door.

……

A small town forty miles away from Kyoto.

Si Gu Jian, with gray hair and wearing a coarse linen shirt, was sitting in a tavern, drinking slowly.

The donkey that originally carried him here was now tied to a tree trunk nearby, eating hay leisurely.

After Si Gu Jian finished his glass of wine, he put down the glass in his hand and sat there to ponder.

Originally, he didn't want to come to this area.

Because he had come here several times more than ten years ago.

After Ye Qingmei died, the Supervisory Council, the treasury and financial power had become her business, but eventually they all fell into the hands of Emperor Qing.

Si Gu Jian discovered that the biggest beneficiary was actually Emperor Qing, so he should suspect him of being the murderer.

Therefore, in order to avenge Ye Qingmei, he broke into the palace three times at night in a row, preparing to assassinate Emperor Qing.

However, every time he approached Emperor Qing's bedroom, he could feel a powerful aura surrounding the entire palace.

Moreover, there were many ninth-rank masters and a large group of personal guards guarding the palace, so there was no chance to attack.

So, Si Gu Jian had no choice but to leave.

However, he came here this time not just to fight with the mysterious man.

There is one more important thing.

Assassinate Emperor Qing!

(End of this chapter)