Fang Heng knew that his mother came from the Wang family, a prominent clan in Anshui County, but because Anshui County was too far from Fengjing, he had only returned three times in ten years and could not be considered familiar with her.
“My mother only had one elder brother, who passed away from illness three years ago, after which the Wang family fell into the hands of my aunt, Madam Sun,” Fang Heng said softly.
Later, when Fang Heng and his family of three suffered misfortune, Sun abandoned her sister-in-law without hesitation and instead befriended Fang's second uncle, repeatedly trying to harm Fang Heng.
Fang Heng had thought many times that if his uncle were still alive, he would surely be a strong support for his mother, would surely treat him, his nephew, well, and would surely not allow his aunt to command the Wang family and harm the Wang family bloodline.
“My mother does have a few half-sisters, but they are all married and I don’t know where they married to.” Fang Heng pondered for a long time, but soon became impatient. “Let’s not think about it anymore. We might as well go and ask the magistrate directly.”
He picked up the stick and hurried outside.
Xu Mo followed behind, feeling somewhat amused and exasperated.
The two walked from the courtyard to the entrance of the county government office and saw Bian Wenxuan wandering around aimlessly at the entrance.
He pretended not to recognize Fang Heng, then his eyes lit up when he looked at Xu Mo. "Good Advisor, you've finally arrived. The prefectural city has issued an order to conduct a census of the population over the past ten years. Since you're newly appointed, this task will be assigned to you."
After saying that, he placed a thick stack of booklets in Xu Mo's arms and patted them expectantly.
Xu Mo remained silent.
Wang Xi muttered to himself, "You two are both newly appointed."
Bian Wenxuan turned around fiercely, and Wang Xi shrank back in fright, covering his mouth with one hand to indicate that he dared not say anything more.
"My lord," Fang Heng said.
Bian Wenxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at the sky.
"My lord," Fang Heng spoke again.
Bian Wenxuan's heart skipped a beat as he looked down at the ground.
Anyway, I just won't look at Fang Heng.
"My lord, you've gone too far with this act." Wang Xi couldn't stand it any longer and opened his mouth again. "It's too obvious, too obvious."
Bian Wenxuan gritted his teeth and looked at Fang Heng, "What is it?"
"My lord, may I ask if you know my mother, Queen Fuxue?" Fang Heng went straight to the point, a stark contrast to his ink-stained writing.
Bian Wenxuan's heart stopped pounding this time. He thought for a moment and realized that he really didn't know Wang Fuxue. The person he knew was named Wang Fuliu, so he shook his head with certainty, "I don't know her."
A normal person would think that since he didn't know Wang Fuxue, he probably didn't know any other members of the Wang family either.
Fang Heng was perfectly normal. He clasped his hands in thanks and didn't press the matter further.
Bian Wenxuan turned around and grinned at Wang Xi, secretly relieved that he had escaped a disaster.
Xu Mo, unable to bear it any longer, coughed lightly and prompted, "Is the servant beside you surnamed Wang?"
Bian Wenxuan's servants should have the surname Bian.
Fang Heng then realized that he had been fooled by the new magistrate. He turned to look at Wang Xi, said nothing, and directly pulled out his long stick.
Although he was skilled before, he only practiced alone. After experiencing two battles, he gradually developed that kind of fighting spirit.
This is what is commonly known as murderous intent.
Before Wang Xi could even process what was happening, his legs buckled and he knelt on the ground, pleading, "Young master, spare my life!"
He said he was a young master.
In ordinary aristocratic families, cousins are ranked in order of seniority, and outsiders often refer to them as the eldest son and the second son. Only those who are close to the family and have no connection with the Fang family are not ranked.
Considering his surname, he can only be... a member of the Wang family.
Fang Heng, his face cold, looked at Bian Wenxuan again.
The unreliable magistrate sighed, his tone growing increasingly serious, "I know what you want to know, but I can't tell you right now."
"All you need to know is that I'm not here to harm you, I'm here to help you."
He admitted that he was entrusted by the Wang family girl, and even Wang Xi was that person's personal servant.
But he refused to say who it was.
Even though Fang Heng possessed exceptional martial arts skills, he could not force someone who was helping him.
He could only stand straight at the entrance of the county government office for a very long time before suddenly putting away his stick and turning to go home.
Xu Mo, carrying a large stack of books, was already aching from back pain, so he didn't linger and went into the county government office.
The avenue was quiet again.
Wang Xi got up from the ground, stood behind Bian Wenxuan, and said softly, "Why didn't you tell the young master?"
Bian Wenxuan shook his head in silence.
It's not that he doesn't want to tell, but there are some things he doesn't know how to say.
At the entrance of the small courtyard.
Jiang Sheng watched Fang Heng, who was hacking and slashing in the courtyard, looking desolate, and her eyebrows furrowed into the shape of an "eight".
"What's wrong with Third Brother?" she murmured, pulling Chang Yan along. "Fifth Brother, should we check on Third Brother? Or maybe buy some of his favorite dishes for dinner?"
Chang Yan was so dizzy from the swaying that his eyes were dazzled, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The eldest brother went to work as a secretary, the second brother went to harvest vegetables, the third brother took the servants, and even the fourth brother went to the clinic and didn't come back. He was the only one in the family who was idle, and the difficult yet great task of accompanying his sister could only fall on his shoulders.
Actually, my younger sister is sweet, well-behaved, and quite cute, but her habit of shaking people when she gets anxious is not a good thing.
Changyan shook his head, barely regaining some clarity. "Third Brother looks like he's in a bad mood. Let him vent."
Rushing over there will only lead to failure.
You could tell from the children practicing martial arts in the courtyard. The oldest one, Jiang Yi, noticed that something was wrong with Fang Heng and mustered up his courage to ask, "Young Master, are you alright?"
Fang Heng turned around abruptly, his eyes gleaming. "Come on, let's practice."
He threw a stick at me.
Jiang caught it with trepidation. Before he could react, a stick came crashing down on his head. Although it landed on his shoulder, the pain still brought tears to his eyes.
"Fight back! You're the oldest and the last to start practicing martial arts. If you want to master it, you'll have to endure more hardship and suffering than others. But as the old saying goes, nothing is impossible for a willing heart. As long as you study and practice diligently, even a slow bird can fly first." Fang Heng spoke forcefully as he fought.
Jiang Yi was forced to defend, putting in all his effort, but he could only withstand one-tenth of the attacks.
Fang Heng was unwilling to bully people like this, so he turned his head and glanced at numbers two through eight, saying, "All of you come at me together."
The seven children were stunned for a moment.
Fang Heng's tone also turned cold, "Servants must obey orders. Don't you even understand this?"
With no other options, the seven children picked up sticks from the ground and charged at Fang Heng as if he were their father's killer.
Even so, they were still utterly defeated and unable to resist.
Fifteen minutes later, Fang Heng threw away the long stick, looked at the eight children lying haphazardly on the ground, and shook his head helplessly.
Jiang Sheng, who was hiding behind the door, shivered.
"Are you still going up?" Changyan asked.
Jiang Sheng shook her head like a rattle drum.
Anyway, my older brother is here, I'll just ask him tonight.
But when evening came, Jiang Sheng discovered that not only was her third brother causing trouble, but her eldest brother was also in trouble.
He didn't go home until late at night.
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