At noon, Fan Xian, who had been in seclusion for two days, finally walked out of the room.

He raised his head, looked at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

He has seen all the plots and knows the whole truth of this world.

Of course, in order to make himself less embarrassed when watching and not have too much fatalism about his own feelings, Fan Xian skipped the love chapters and focused only on the conspiracies and fate of this world.

But also because he skipped the easy and leisurely daily life, the Joy of Life that Fan Xian saw was far more heavy than that of the real readers.

"Brother, you finally decided to go out!"

Just then, Fan Ruoruo's slightly worried voice came from the front.

Fan Xian looked in the direction of the voice and saw his sister Fan Ruoruo and father Fan Jian walking towards him.

"Ruoruo." Fan Xian forced a smile, and then cast his gaze towards Fan Jian who was standing next to Ruoruo, "Dad..."

“…”

Fan Jian frowned slightly, keenly aware that something important seemed to have happened to Fan Xian.

Before he could think about it, Fan Xian walked over, raised his hand with a smile, and touched Fan Ruoruo's head.

"Ruoruo, be good, go back to your room first, I have something to say to Dad."

“…”

Fan Ruoruo blinked and looked at Fan Xian with some confusion.

But out of blind admiration for her brother, she nodded obediently and turned away.

After Ruoruo left, Fan Xian looked at Fan Jian with a smile and said, "Let's go, Dad, to your study."

“…”

Fan Jian raised his eyebrows, feeling very surprised at Fan Xian's behavior of taking the initiative.

For some reason, he suddenly saw a hint of the woman from that year in the young man in front of him.

"good."

Fan Jian nodded for some unknown reason, then walked towards his study.

Not long after, the two arrived at the study. Fan Xian took a step behind, closed the study door, and turned to look at Fan Jian who was sitting behind the desk.

Fan Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, examined Fan Xian and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Fan Xian took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and then knelt down on the ground like a golden mountain or a jade pillar, and kowtowed three times respectfully to Fan Jian.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every time Fan Xian knocked his head, Fan Jian couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.

After he kowtowed three times, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Where is this song about?"

Fan Xian stood up, looked at Fan Jian and said softly, "These three kowtows are not only for you, but also for your deceased wife, and my elder brother whom I have never met..."

“…”

Fan Jian was stunned for a moment, and then his face became extremely gloomy.

Fan Xian didn't pay attention to Fan Jian's expression and continued softly, "My eldest brother died young, and my aunt died of depression. It's all because of me that they died. It's reasonable for me to fulfill my filial duty."

Fan Jian said gloomily: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Fan Xian shook his head: "Dad, don't hide it from me. I know everything now. My biological mother is Ye Qingmei, and my biological father is the emperor of the current dynasty. When my mother was about to give birth..."

"shut up!"

Fan Jian shouted loudly, then stood up suddenly, walked quickly to Fan Xian, and said in a low voice: "Walls have ears!"

Fan Xian's expression remained unchanged as he smiled and said, "I know there are spies from the Emperor in the palace, but it doesn't matter. I have already made arrangements, and what I say cannot be heard from this study."

"Even if a great master was outside the door, he wouldn't be able to hear a single word."

Fan Jian frowned and looked in disbelief at the boy in front of him who had become so unfamiliar.

"…What happened to you?"

"I just know the truth and see some facts clearly!"

Fan Xian shook his head, then put his hand on Fan Jian's shoulder and said gently, "Dad, please sit down and let me finish telling you this story."

Fan Jian frowned tightly and looked at Fan Xian deeply.

"You know, once something is exposed, there is no turning back!"

"I know, but I don't care."

Fan Xian smiled and helped Fan Jian back to the desk.

After he sat down, Fan Xian continued, "That year, my mother was pregnant and was recuperating in the Taiping Villa outside of Kyoto."

"That year, urgent news came from Dingzhou that the Western Hu were invading in large numbers, and the Dingzhou army was unable to defeat them. The emperor immediately decided to lead the army in person and took you away from Kyoto."

"A few days later, urgent news came from Yanjing that the Northern Qi army was invading and was planning a large-scale attack. The emperor personally drafted an order to send Chen Pingping, the president of the Supervisory Council, to Yanjing to take charge."

"At this time, a temple messenger came from the north, and his target was my mother, Ye Qingmei."

"In order to protect her, Uncle Wu Zhu had to leave Kyoto and go to intercept the temple messenger."

"Dad, isn't it a coincidence that Ye Qingmei, who is pregnant and at her weakest, has had all her close friends transferred away!"

Fan Jian's face was uncertain and he did not answer Fan Xian's words.

Fan Xian didn't care, or rather, he had never intended to let Fan Jian answer.

He just continued calmly: "When everyone was transferred out of the capital, and when Ye Qingmei was about to give birth to a child, the murderous intent that had been brewing for a long time in the entire capital finally broke out."

"The Queen's father, the father-in-law of the Queen Mother's brother, led his troops to attack Taiping Villa under the instructions of the palace."

"In Kyoto, countless court officials and noble families hiding in the dark, as well as relatives and relatives of the emperor, also brought people to participate in the riots."

"And when faced with the chaos in Kyoto, Qin Ye, the chief envoy of the Privy Council, not only did he not stop it, he actually secretly sent a team of people to Taiping Villa to kill the mother who was about to give birth!"

"That year, on the 18th day of the first lunar month, the whole city was trying to kill her."

Hearing this, Fan Jian finally couldn't help but said, "The people you are talking about are already dead now."

Fan Xian nodded and said, "I know that. I also know that you noticed something unusual and rushed back to Kyoto over a thousand miles."

"But you returned to the capital alone, facing the murderous intentions of the entire capital, and you couldn't think of any solution for a while. Coincidentally, your first wife gave birth to a child for you. When you looked at them, you suddenly had an idea."

At this time, Fan Jian had already lowered his head and whispered, "That's enough."

Fan Xian continued calmly, "You had an argument with the Madam. No one knew what you were arguing about. They only saw you walk out of the Fan Residence with a food box and a gloomy face, leaving behind only the Madam's miserable cries."

“Bang!”

Fan Jian slammed the table and shouted angrily: "I've said enough!"

Fan Xian sighed, walked behind Fan Jian, and gently stroked his back.

"Dad, I don't want to expose your scars, I just want to tell you that I really know everything."

“…”

Fan Jian didn't turn around, but whispered: "Who told you, Wu Zhu? Impossible, he couldn't have known."

Hearing Fan Jian's low murmurs, Fan Xian couldn't help but sigh softly.

The original novel did not directly describe what happened that year, but based on some fragments, Fan Xian guessed the truth.

After Fan Jian returned to Beijing that year, he reluctantly brought his newly born eldest son to Taiping Villa, letting him die in place of Fan Xian.

The rebels checked the bodies of Ye Qingmei and Fan Jian's eldest son and confirmed that both mother and son were dead. This successfully delayed time and allowed Fan Xian to survive until Wu Zhu's return...

It can be said that in the entire Joy of Life, Fan Jian made the greatest sacrifice for him, even surpassing Chen Pingping.

Looking at Fan Jian's close back, Fan Xian asked softly, "Dad, have you met Uncle Chen since he returned to Beijing?"

"Uncle Chen?" Fan Jian frowned slightly and tilted his head to ask, "Chen Pingping?"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I owe him a lot, so it shouldn't be a problem if I call him uncle."

Fan Jian was a little surprised, but did not express any opinion on it.

Fan Xian smiled and said, "If you have met him, you should know that Brother Mu led me to join a force."

Fan Jian raised his eyebrows: "Heaven?"

Fan Xian smiled and nodded, saying, "You have indeed met each other - that's right, for this world, it is not an exaggeration to say that place is heaven!"

"In short, I saw my past there, and I also saw what you did."

"Everything you did for me back then was shown to me by the people in Heaven..."

Fan Jian listened to Fan Xian's words in a daze, with waves of shock rising in his heart.

Is there such a place in the world that allows people to know the past and explore the future? !

After a moment of silence, Fan Jian suddenly asked, "Does Lao Wu know that you have joined the Heavenly Court?"

Fan Xian nodded and said, "Uncle Wu Zhu is already there. As you know, because of some things that happened in the past, Uncle Wu Zhu has lost some of his memories. I have asked a member of the Heavenly Court for help. He will heal Uncle Wu Zhu for me."

Fan Jian frowned: "That is to say, Wuzhu is not with you now."

Fan Xian nodded.

Fan Jian had a bad feeling in his heart, and he couldn't help but frowned and said, "What exactly do you want to do by confronting me today?"

As he spoke, Fan Jian could not help but solemnly add: "No matter what you want to do, I advise you not to be impulsive!"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't act impulsively... But don't you think it's too coincidental that when my mother was at her weakest, everyone was transferred out of the capital. Who in the world do you think has the ability to do this?"

"..."Fan Jian looked at Fan Xian with a frown.

After a long moment, he shook his head and said, "It's impossible. Your Majesty loves your mother deeply."

Fan Xian said calmly, "He loves Ye Qingmei, but he loves himself more. Dad, you know that my mother's ideas are a scourge to any emperor."

Fan Jian stared at Fan Xian and asked, "You want to say that it was His Majesty who secretly plotted and killed your mother?"

Fan Xian asked softly: "If this is true, what would you do?"

Fan Jian was silent for a long time, his arms drooping dejectedly, and he said lightly: "I will retire and return home."

Fan Xian sighed and said, "I think so too."

Fan Jian stared at Fan Xian and asked, "Did the Heavenly Court tell you all this?"

Fan Xian thought about it, shook his head and said, "The above are true. As for the emperor killing my mother, this is my guess."

Hearing Fan Xian's white lie, Fan Jian visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Fan Jian did love Ye Qingmei deeply, but at the same time, he was also a traditional minister and was extremely loyal to the emperor. Even if he eventually knew that it was the emperor who killed Ye Qingmei, he would never really kill the emperor like Chen Pingping did.

After Fan Xian's verbal probing, he realized that his showdown with Fan Jian could only go this far.

If he revealed a little more, let alone whether Fan Jian would stop him, just letting such a father who had made great sacrifices for him to struggle with family affection and loyalty was not what a son should do.

Fan Xian thought about it and realized that he still had to go to the Supervisory Office to meet Chen Pingping, whom he had been friends with for a long time in the books.