blueteamnovel Chapter 10 Fan Xian Time Traveled
Chapter 10 Fan Xian Time Traveled
He wanted to cultivate more people who were loyal to himself and to Ye Qingmei's ideals.
He would be like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, patiently waiting for the day he could deliver the fatal blow to Emperor Qing!
"Qingmei, just you wait and see."
"This world you once wanted to change, I will continue to walk it for you."
Your ideals will never be extinguished.
"Your light will forever illuminate my path forward."
Chen Pingping's gaze fell upon the swirling snow outside the window, his eyes filled with a chilling killing intent and an indomitable fighting spirit.
The seeds of revenge had already taken root and sprouted in his heart.
It will burst forth when the time is right and sweep across the entire Qing Kingdom!
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The Imperial Palace, the Imperial Study.
The candlelight flickered, illuminating Emperor Qing's majestic yet slightly weary face.
He sat quietly on the dragon throne, holding a cup of tea that had long since gone cold.
Hong Sixiang stood silently to the side, like a shadow.
"Your Majesty, the situation at Taiping Villa has been completely resolved."
Hong Sixiang's deep, hoarse voice broke the suffocating silence in the imperial study.
"Mr. Ye has been confirmed dead."
Emperor Qing paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.
He slowly raised his head, gazing intently at the pitch-black night sky outside the window.
It's as if you want to pierce through these layers of palace walls and see the Taiping Villa, which has been reduced to ashes.
After a long while, he let out a long sigh of relief.
That tone carried a sense of relief, a hint of ease, and also a barely perceptible emptiness.
"Dead, finally dead."
Emperor Qing murmured softly, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.
But Hong Sixiang could clearly sense that the emperor, upon hearing the news of Ye Qingmei's death, finally relaxed his nerves, which had been taut for so long.
Ye Qingmei, this woman who rose like a comet, brought him an immense sense of oppression.
Her talent, her ideas, and her influence were like an invisible mountain, weighing heavily on his heart and making him restless and unable to eat or sleep.
Now, he has finally moved this mountain with his own hands.
Involuntarily, memories long buried in the past, related to Ye Qingmei, surfaced in Emperor Qing's mind.
Their first encounter was in the back garden of Prince Cheng's mansion. Her clear yet slightly cunning eyes seemed to see through all his pretenses and ambitions.
She took out those novel gadgets—glass, soap, perfume—and easily amassed a fortune that rivaled that of a nation for him.
She offered him advice and strategies, helping him gradually ascend to the pinnacle of power amidst the treacherous struggle for the throne.
She established an internal treasury, rectified finances, and made the Qing Kingdom's national strength flourish.
She established the Censorate to eliminate dissidents and consolidate imperial power.
During the Northern Expedition, he suffered a qi deviation and was on the verge of death. She stayed by his side, taking meticulous care of him, and even went to great lengths to find a way to save him.
Those once vivid scenes now seem to be shrouded in a thick fog, both clear and blurry.
Even Emperor Qing's eyes were moist.
He reached out and gently wiped it away.
However, even he himself probably couldn't tell how much of those tears were genuine emotions and how much were a pretense.
Perhaps, it is a tribute to that bygone era.
Perhaps, it was for the woman who once moved him, yet whom he had to destroy with his own hands.
Or perhaps it's simply because this grand drama he personally directed has finally come to an end, and he needs to shed a few "crocodile tears" for it.
"His Majesty,"
Looking at the complex and unfathomable expression on Emperor Qing's face, Hong Sixiang cautiously asked.
"Then, what should be done with the child left behind by the Ye family?"
He was referring to Fan Xian, who was risked his life to be taken away by Wu Zhu.
Emperor Qing turned his gaze away from the window, his eyes regaining their usual calm and depth.
He pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "Although Wu Zhu is powerful, the temple will probably not let him off easily."
Whether that child will survive is still uncertain.
Hong Sixiang lowered his head and remained silent.
Emperor Qing picked up his teacup, took a small sip of the already cold tea, and spoke with a hint of something inexplicable in his voice.
"That's enough."
"In the end, they are my flesh and blood."
"If he is lucky enough to survive, let him fend for himself in Danzhou."
"I don't want to hear any more news about him."
These words, seemingly benevolent, are in fact filled with the coldness and ruthlessness of an emperor.
Letting him go was not out of fatherly affection.
Rather, it was because, in his view, an infant far from the capital and without any support was not worth fearing at all.
He has eliminated Ye Qingmei, the biggest threat.
As for her child, whether he lives or dies is no longer important to him.
"This old servant understands."
Hong Sixiang responded respectfully.
He knew that from now on, the name Ye Qingmei, and everything related to her, would become the greatest taboo in this palace.
The Imperial Study fell into a deathly silence once again.
Emperor Qing slowly closed his eyes, as if savoring something, or as if trying to completely erase certain memories from his mind.
But will he really get what he wants?
Can he really rest easy now that Ye Qingmei is dead?
Perhaps, even he himself doesn't have the answer.
All he knew was that from this night onward, the fate of the Qing Kingdom would be entirely in his hands.
No one could challenge his authority anymore.
No one could make him feel afraid anymore.
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Danzhou, the sea breeze is salty and damp.
Inside a secluded courtyard, the lights were dim.
On the bed, there was a newborn baby, his face was bluish-purple, his breathing was weak, and he looked like he was about to die.
He is Fan Xian, whom Wu Zhu risked his life to bring from the capital to this place.
The days of running around and being frightened, as well as congenital deficiencies, have brought this little life to the brink of its end.
Suddenly, the baby's body shuddered violently!
Then, those eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened!
The child's eyes no longer held the innocence and ignorance of an infant; instead, they held the astonishment, confusion, and disbelief of an adult.
Fan Shen, a young man from modern society, has his soul transmigrated into the body of a recently deceased baby due to an accident!
"Where am I?"
Fan Shen, or rather, Fan Xian in his current state, tried hard to move his body, only to find himself wrapped in swaddling clothes, unable to move.
He could feel that his body was extremely weak, as if he might die again at any moment.
Just then, the door was pushed open.
A black figure, like a ghost, walked in.
It was Wu Zhu.
His eyes, covered by a black cloth, "looked" at Fan Xian on the bed, as if he had noticed something unusual.
"You're awake?"
Wu Zhu's voice remained cold and devoid of any emotion.
Fan Xian looked at the strange blindfolded man in front of him, his heart filled with vigilance and doubt.
He was about to ask a question when he realized that all he could make were baby cries.
Just then, several powerful auras suddenly emanated from outside the courtyard!
They are messengers of the temple!
They actually chased us all the way here!
Wu Zhu's face instantly turned icy cold!
He never imagined that these lackeys of the temple would be so persistent!
"Stay here and don't make a sound."
Wu Zhu whispered something to Fan Xian, even though he knew that an infant couldn't understand it.
Then, he flashed out of the room like an arrow released from a bow!
Inside the courtyard, several temple messengers dressed in golden robes had already surrounded the area.
"Wu Zhu, hand over that child, and we might spare your life!"
The golden-robed envoy at the head of the group shouted coldly.
Wu Zhu did not answer; the iron halberd in his hand was already pointed at them.
A major battle is about to break out!
However, just as the two sides were about to take action.
A sudden change has occurred!
Fan Xian, who had been lying on the bed on the verge of death, suddenly had a cunning and ruthless glint in his eyes that was completely out of character for an infant!
Although he had just transmigrated and was physically weak, he still retained his memories and experiences from his previous life!
He clearly remembered that when Wu Zhu fought the temple messengers before, he seemed to be wary of some kind of "divine power" emanating from those temple messengers.
And in the instant he traveled through time, he seemed to sense some strange rules about this world.
"Let's give it our all!"
Fan Xian made up his mind.
He activated some rudimentary methods of using spiritual power that he had learned in his previous life; although weak, they were still usable.
He condensed his meager spiritual power into an invisible "needle" and stabbed it fiercely into the temple of the golden-robed envoy closest to him!
The golden-robed envoy was completely focused on guarding against Wu Zhu and had no idea that an infant would launch a mental attack on him!
"what!"
A sudden, unexpected scream!
The golden-robed envoy felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he had been stabbed hard by a red-hot iron rod. His vision went black, and his body swayed, revealing a huge opening!
Wu Zhu was no ordinary person!
Although he didn't know what had happened, he would never let such a good opportunity slip by!
"Whoosh!"
The black iron spike, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, moved with lightning speed and pierced directly through the throat of the golden-robed envoy!
Blood instantly stained the ground red!
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone present!
No one expected the battle to turn in this way!
The other golden-robed envoys were both shocked and furious, and they all attacked Wu Zhu!
With Fan Xian's unexpected "assistance," Wu Zhu's morale soared!
He wielded the iron shovel with ferocious skill, each move deadly!
In addition, Fan Xian would occasionally use his weak yet unexpected spiritual power to harass the temple messengers, making them unable to defend themselves and leaving them feeling helpless.
With this shift in momentum, the battle situation actually began to tilt in Wu Zhu's favor!
Finally, after paying a price, Wu Zhu successfully killed all the remaining temple messengers!