novelraw Chapter 72 At worst, I'll just frame Gu Jian.
Chapter 72 At worst, I'll just frame Gu Jian.
"Wait, wait, wait, what does 'adult's mother' mean? What does 'adult's mother' have to do with the temple?"
After Russell and Fan Xian finished their analysis, Wang Qinian became more and more confused. Then he saw Fan Xian come to his side, put his arm around his neck, and say with a smile, "Old Wang, let me tell you a secret, my mother is Ye Qingmei."
"Ye Qing..." Wang Qinian grimaced, his face displaying a variety of expressions. Why did he have to let him know this deadly secret!
Seeing his expression, Fan Xian felt a little relieved. Good, he couldn't be the only one bearing such pressure.
"My lord, may I report the matter of the temple messenger to the dean?" Before leaving, Wang Qinian hesitated for a long time, then turned around and asked cautiously.
Fan Xian glanced at Russell, and seeing that he didn't speak, he nodded to Wang Qinian: "Watch your words."
"Your humble servant understands!" Wang Qinian bowed and then unsteadily left the courtyard, his back revealing a sense of weakness from knowing too much.
"As expected of Little Fan the Poet Immortal, he can't stay still for a moment. Trouble is coming to his door again." As he sensed Wang Qinian leaving the range of his divine sense, Russell couldn't help but tease him.
"You're kidding me." Fan Xian looked up through the window at the bright moon that had already risen in the sky with a sense of despair, and sighed deeply. He had finally managed to settle down and settle down.
Russell smiled and shook his head. Just as he was about to get up and leave, his brow twitched slightly. His divine sense detected a figure moving at an extremely fast speed as it swept past the window on the other side.
"They're here," Russell reminded him.
"Old Wang? What are you doing back here again?" Fan Xian didn't even move his butt this time, but just looked at the doorway in confusion.
"Your Uncle Wuzhu," Russell said succinctly.
"Uncle!" Fan Xian jumped up and rushed out of the room into the courtyard.
On the rooftop, a black figure stood silently, like a statue blending into the night.
Hearing their conversation, he abandoned any intention of hiding any longer and took a step forward, landing in front of Fan Xian.
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"Uncle, where have you been all this time?" Fan Xian hugged Wu Zhu tightly in surprise, extremely excited.
"I fought with Kuhe and asked him about things from back then, but he didn't say anything. After that, I went to Jiangnan. Miss and I went there. I wanted to try to find the past from there, but I failed." Wu Zhu let Fan Xian hug him, his body seemed a little stiff, and there was a trace of loneliness in his tone.
Fan Xian felt sorry for him and quickly let go of him, pulling him to sit down at the stone table in the courtyard. He then told Wu Zhu everything he had learned.
"The temple, so that's how it is." Wu Zhu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his shoulders, which had been slightly tense, relaxed a little. He had been worried that he would lose his memory again and then go crazy and kill people. Now that he was sure that it was another temple messenger who did it, his heart was at ease.
Wu Zhu stepped past Fan Xian and looked at Russell through his black silk-covered eyes: "Who is he?"
"Uncle Wuzhu, this is my new friend, Russell," Fan Xian introduced. Russell waved to Wuzhu at the opportune moment.
"He's dangerous." Wu Zhu ignored Russell's greeting and instead earnestly warned Fan Xian, "He's more dangerous than a Grandmaster."
"Keep a low profile." Russell humbly crossed his legs, adopting the demeanor of a mafia boss: "Now that Mr. Wuzhu is back, let's discuss how to capture that temple messenger."
"Do you have a way?" Fan Xian perked up. Being watched by a master-level expert made him uncomfortable all over. The sooner he got rid of him, the sooner he could breathe a sigh of relief.
Instead of answering, Russell asked, "Old Wang just said that guy disappeared as soon as he arrived in the capital. Why don't you guess why?"
Before Fan Xian could speak, Wu Zhu coldly said, "He has someone in the capital to meet him; it's someone from the royal family."
In the capital, only the royal family, or rather, only the emperor, had the ability to deceive the Censorate.
Russell continued, "Indeed, then why don't you guess why the royal family helped the temple messengers conceal their whereabouts?"
"It's for... Uncle Wuzhu." Fan Xian wasn't stupid; since Russell had guided him in this way, he could naturally guess the reason.
However, the question is, why would the royal family go to such lengths to deal with Wu Zhu?
If it's because of his mother, Ye Qingmei has been dead for so many years, and according to Dean Chen, all those involved have already been dealt with by Wu Zhu and him. The old grievances have been settled, so it's pointless for the royal family to continue targeting Wu Zhu, unless they are trying to cover something up.
Upon closer examination, the answer becomes almost obvious.
The mastermind who was hidden at the end and not suspected by anyone was afraid. He was afraid that Wu Zhu would remember the real truth of what happened back then and come to take revenge at all costs!
As for the truth and who the instigator was, there's no need for Russell to say it; Fan Xian already has the answer in his heart.
For a moment, Fan Xian fell into a deep silence.
He could sense the subtle, elusive fatherly love emanating from Emperor Qing, and it was this love that made it difficult for him to make a decision.
"Don't think too much about it now," Russell said, knowing that now was not the time to pressure Fan Xian. He simply patted Fan Xian on the shoulder and comforted him, "The most important thing right now is to resolve the matter of the temple envoy. Everything else can be dealt with later."
Fan Xian nodded, having no other choice: "Tell me your plan."
There was no answer. Fan Xian looked around curiously and found that Russell and Wu Zhu were both staring at him.
Fan Xian felt uneasy under their gazes, then suddenly realized what they were doing and pointed at himself, saying, "Wait...you wouldn't be trying to make me...?"
"No, I'm getting married soon, and then I have to go on my honeymoon with Wan'er. I'm not suitable to be bait." Fan Xian tried to struggle.
Russell shook his head, and Wu Zhu remained silent; they simply watched Fan Xian.
"Alright then." Fan Xian shrugged, accepting his fate. "So, where should we set up the ambush?"
"Cangshan," Wu Zhu spoke again, giving the location: "There are things your mother left behind there; go and retrieve them while you're there."
"Okay." Fan Xian agreed without hesitation.
Wu Zhu said no more. With a few leaps, he disappeared into the vast night. He still needed to go to Cangshan to observe the terrain, leaving only Luo Su and Fan Xian in the courtyard.
"Aren't you afraid of your identity being exposed and causing trouble this time?" After meeting Wu Zhu, Fan Xian's mood improved significantly, and he even had the mind to joke with Russell.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Russell grinned nonchalantly, drew the longsword Fan Xian had brought from the table, and casually twirled it. "I'll go masked. At worst, I'll frame Si Gu Jian."