Yamu smiled and said, "Master never mentioned the outcome of that battle. He just told me that if I encounter the mysterious master covered in black cloth while traveling, it is best not to provoke him."

Hearing Yamu's words, the old lady showed a look of regret on her face, but she couldn't help but feel relieved in her heart.

After all, according to Yamu, even his master is no match for Wuzhu, let alone his apprentice!

If this is true, then the suspicion that Yamu came from the temple is greatly reduced. Instead, it is more likely that he is a disciple of some hidden master who happened to come to Danzhou while traveling around the world...

In this way, it seems possible to let Yamu go to Kyoto.

Of course, the possibility that Yamu lied cannot be ruled out.

However, the old lady did not think that Yamu would lie about his master's reputation, and from the moment he walked out of the room, the old lady keenly noticed the change in Yamu's attitude towards her.

That vague kindness is probably not fake.

Thinking of this, the old lady immediately said, "Since you are so eager to see Xian'er, I will write a letter to you and complete this long-standing friendship between you and my grandson!"

"Thank you very much, old lady!"

Yamu smiled and bowed to the old lady.

A quarter of an hour later, Yamu received the visiting card. As the old lady and the servants of the Fan family saw him off, he bowed and said goodbye with a smile.

After leaving Danzhou Port, Yamu immediately turned to the woods not far from the suburbs, shook off the eyes of those who were secretly watching him, jumped into the sky, and mysteriously disappeared into the woods.

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Kyoto, Sinanbo Mansion.

Fan Xian was drinking soy milk in the flower hall, looking straight ahead and grinning foolishly.

He admitted that he was extremely lucky.

People who are obviously dead choose to live again in this world.

It was obvious that his mother had died and his father didn't want him when he was born, but later he found out that the enemies who killed his mother had been killed by his parents. As a son, he had no place to seek revenge.

Even though Dad had some issues, at least he didn't display an attitude that he couldn't stand.

There was also the political marriage that inexplicably weighed on his head after he arrived in the capital.

Originally he was planning to discredit himself, break off the marriage and pursue his own happiness, but he didn't expect that after a farce of accidental encounters, he discovered that the fiancée he had never met was actually the chicken leg girl he had been thinking about!

Speaking of the chicken leg girl, we have to mention the time when she first entered the capital.

The guards who brought him to Beijing at that time were suddenly dismissed by a strange coachman.

Fan Xian realized that there was something wrong with the driver, but he did not alert him. Instead, he boldly let the driver drive the car to the most mysterious and sacred Qing Temple in Qing Kingdom.

At that time, there were nobles praying in the temple, and the gatekeepers were all masters that even he could not beat.

He exchanged palm strikes with the master, who then asked him to wait outside the temple while he retreated into the Qing Temple to report to the noble.

Finally, the noble was allowed to enter, but he was only allowed to enter the side hall and not the main hall.

It was under the incense table in the side hall of the Qing Temple that he accidentally ran into the girl holding the chicken leg.

The girl's temperament and appearance were very much in line with Fan Xian's aesthetic taste, causing Fan Xian, a modern man who once sneered at love at first sight, to suddenly begin to yearn for love.

Although the encounter was very casual, Fan Xian still remembered the chicken leg girl firmly.

Since then, Fan Xian has been trying to cancel the marriage while looking for the chicken leg girl.

Until recently, he pretended to be a doctor and, led by his sister Fan Ruoruo, came to the royal villa, wanting to meet his fiancée who was said to be in poor health in advance.

As a result, when he was seeing the doctor, he suddenly discovered that his fiancée, whom he had never met before, was actually the Chicken Leg Girl!

Now, Fan Xian doesn't have to worry about anything. As long as he honestly accepts the arrangements of the big shots at the top, he can successfully marry the chicken leg girl who loves him.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian suddenly became worried.

In order to break off the engagement, he deliberately did a lot of ridiculous things.

Now it seems that this is really shooting itself in the foot.

Now he not only has to find a way to mend the marriage that he is about to break up, but also has to find a way to restore his image in the eyes of his fiancée.

“Is this what they call a wife-chasing crematorium?”

Fan Xian swallowed the fried dough stick in his mouth and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Fortunately, he often went into the royal villa at night these days to have trysts with his fiancée Lin Wan'er. Some major misunderstandings had already been cleared up, and the rest were just harmless little things.

For example, he put a sack on Guo Baokun, the son of the Minister of Rites, and beat him in the middle of the night...

Thinking of this, Fan Xian suddenly stood up and slapped his head.

"I almost forgot. I have to treat Prince Jing to a meal today. I want to apologize at the same time."

When he beat Guo Baokun that night, he booked the entire Zuixianju to entertain Prince Jing, and killed two birds with one stone by taking advantage of the fact that he was hanging out on the pleasure boat.

On the one hand, it could prove his alibi for the assault, and on the other hand, it would give him a reputation as a romantic man so that he could cancel the marriage proposal.

Now, although he has got what he wanted, he has also implicated Prince Jing to give false testimony. He still has to treat the other party to a meal and show a sincere apology.

Prince Jing has already agreed to this matter.

Today he will come to the Fan Mansion to attend Fan Xian's apology banquet.

Not long after, Prince Jing arrived at the Fan Mansion in a carriage. Fan Xian's second aunt Liu Ruyu hurriedly came forward and respectfully welcomed Prince Jing Li Hongcheng into the flower hall for tea.

"Sorry, sorry, I kept you waiting for so long!"

Fan Xian walked in with a smile, and as soon as he stopped, he bowed to Li Hongcheng and thanked him for what happened that night.

Seeing this scene, Li Hongcheng couldn't help but laugh and said in a gentle voice: "I was thinking at the time, you and I have only known each other for a few days, why are you willing to book the entire Zuixianju to entertain me? It turns out that you have this idea..."

"But it doesn't matter. Guo Baokun is just a fool. He doesn't even have a high reputation among the prince's servants. Just beat him up. There's no need to spend so much time on it."

Fan Xian knew what the other party was talking about, and immediately laughed at himself, "Isn't this just inexperience? If I had known that beating someone up in Kyoto would be so easy, I would have just punched him in the palace!"

Li Hongcheng was startled and said quickly: "That's impossible. What you did is too outrageous. I can't come forward to protect you."

Fan Xian laughed and thanked him again.

The two talked for a while, and Li Hongcheng hesitated for a moment before saying, "I came here this time not only to attend the banquet, but also to tell you something. I originally wanted to keep this a secret from you, but I think it's better to make it clear."

Fan Xian showed an interested look on his face: "Your Highness, please speak!"

Li Hongcheng considered his words and said softly, "The thing is, you know, although His Majesty is still in his prime, as the saying goes, if you don't think about the future, you will have immediate worries, so everyone in the court always looks at those princes."

"The eldest prince is born with divine power, but he is leading troops outside and has no intention of competing for the position of crown prince. The crown prince is the queen's biological son, but he has bad behavior. Although my Jingwang Mansion is impartial, I tell you the truth, among these princes, I have a better relationship with the second prince."

"Originally, His Highness the Second Prince wanted me to trick you into meeting him, asking for a natural meeting so as not to offend you, but I think that this approach is still deceiving you, so I will make it clear that the Second Prince will hold a banquet on the Flowing Crystal River tomorrow, and I will only invite you. I will just accompany you. Do you want to go or not?"

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment by Li Hongcheng's straightforward words.

When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but frown and fell into deep thought.

At the same time, on the roof of Fan Mansion, which the two could not see, a tall figure was standing with his hands folded across his chest, looking thoughtfully at the black bricks and tiles under his feet.

There is no doubt that this heavenly figure standing in the air is Yamu who came quickly from Danzhou!

"Fortunately, we arrived in time, and the story of Niulan Street has not happened yet."

"But...is this a novel world or a TV drama world?"

A look of doubt appeared on Yamu's face.

The plot of Fan Xian meeting the Prince of Jing was not shown in the TV series, so it should be a plot from the novel.

But when he sneaked into Fan's house just now, he saw the interaction between Fan Xian and his personal bodyguard Teng Zijing, and found that the relationship between them was more similar to the plot of the TV series...

Now Yamu was a little confused.

After a little thought, he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Not long after, Prince Jing walked out of the gate of Fan Mansion, got on the carriage, and left.

Among the pedestrians whispering on the street, Yamu, wearing a black shirt and with his hands behind his back, glanced at the backs of the departing convoy of Prince Jing's Mansion, and then walked towards the Fan Mansion.

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"Fan Xian, Fan Xian!"

Liu Ruyu's voice woke Fan Xian from his thoughts.

He raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "What's wrong, Auntie? Didn't I promise Li Hongcheng to attend the banquet tomorrow? Does he have something else for you to tell me?"

"no!"

Liu Ruyu quickly handed the visiting card in her hand to Fan Xian and explained, "After His Royal Highness left, a man suddenly came to the outside of the mansion and said he wanted to see you. I didn't intend to pay attention to him, but he took out a visiting card handwritten by my mother... This is it, take a look!"

"…a visiting card written by grandma?"

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, took the visiting card in surprise, and opened it to take a look.

After reading it, Fan Xian couldn't help but frown.

Then he stretched out his hand and touched the ink on the paper with his fingers. Then he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and carefully poured the unknown liquid inside into the blank space.

Sure enough, mosquito-sized handwriting appeared in the blank space.

Seeing this scene, Liu Ruyu couldn't help but be surprised.

"……What's this?"

"This is the transparent ink I left for my grandmother, specially used for writing secret letters."

While reading the small words, Fan Xian explained to Liu Ruyu without even raising his head.

"Clear ink...secret letter?"

Liu Ruyu was surprised when she heard this, and quickly stood up and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. You can take your time to read it!"

Fan Xian looked up at her and said with a smile, "Don't panic, Auntie. It's not a serious matter. It doesn't matter if you know about it!"

Liu Ruyu shook her head, insisted on her attitude, turned around and left the flower hall.

Looking at Liu Ruyu's departing back, Fan Xian couldn't help but laugh.

But then, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he looked at the visiting card in his hand with a frown.

"The mark is right, the handwriting is right, the ink is right..."

"It seems that this visiting card was indeed written by grandma herself."

As he spoke, Fan Xian raised his hand with a frown on his face, twirling his index and middle fingers slightly, and muttered to himself with a puzzled look on his face, "It's just that Danzhou is very far away from the capital, why is the ink on this note still wet?"