Chapter 258: Absurdities in the Rear House
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Fan Xian made a fist and put it to his mouth to stifle a cough. He walked up and pushed at the door, and this time it swung open. He understood what had happened. Since he and his wife were about to quarrel, there was no point in closing the entrance to the arena of their argument. Even Fan Xian's coughing had been intended to signal to his wife that he had arrived, and there were matters to discuss in the bedroom.
Theirs was a world in which men were to be revered. Lin Wan'er was of a more noble background that Fan Xian, but since she had married into the Fan family, she was expected not to voice her dissatisfaction so directly. But their meeting as husband and wife was unlike that of any normal noble family. Although Fan Xian could not free himself from the control of his male hormones, on a psychological level, he thoroughly respected women.
In the end, it was all Fan Xian's own fault. His sister was planning to run away from home, and his wife was jealous. He hadn't managed it all alone, but he had perhaps made it worse.
"Master." The servant girl Sisi covered her mouth to hide her smile as she greeted him. She took off his outer layer of clothing and handed him a towel. Fan Xian waved a hand, indicating that he had already cleansed himself. Looking at the young woman's sinister smile, he couldn't help but sigh to himself. Of course it wasn't just limited to Ruoruo and Wan'er. Even the servant girl whom he had grown up with, whom he had loved regardless of their different stations, now mocked his valor as she looked upon the scene of their domestic drama.
Lin Wan'er was lying on the bed, covered by a light quilt pulled up to her chest. Her black hair cascaded loosely down to her shoulders, and she looked as if she had just woken up. Her big eyes looked around the room, looking curiously and happily at her returning husband, greeting him without any of the anger that Fan Xian had expected. She stuck up her delicate nose and groaned slightly. "My lord, I did not come to greet you. Please do not take offense."
Fan Xian saw her teeth behind her lips, white as rice and delicate as porcelain. He smiled and sat by her bedside. He explained nothing, concealed nothing, and said nothing. He placed a hand under the cover, taking her slightly cold hand and squeezing it. In their many months apart, he had missed the touch of her soft, dainty hands.
At that point, Sisi was still in the room, and Lin Wan'er felt rather bashful. With a sideways glance, Fan Xian saw that Sisi was pretending to tidy up the medicine box on the table, and yet her eyes were still looking in their direction. He couldn't help but smile as he scolded her. "This woman does spoil you, doesn't she? And she's not afraid of needles. Hurry up and get going, will you?"
Sisi laughed, bowed to her master and mistress, and left the room, closing the door behind her. By chance, she happened upon Siqi, who was bringing a tray of food back from the front house to serve to Wan'er. She hurried to block her from entering. Siqi was a servant-girl who had followed Wan'er to Fan Manor when she married. She was of the same position as Sisi, and the two of them got on well. Seeing her block the path, she immediately understood what the master and mistress were doing, and couldn't help but give a wry smile. Then she looked down at the food she was holding. "The young master has just returned home, surely he'll want something to eat."
Sisi laughed. "Those just look like snacks to stave off hunger. Aren't they making a proper dinner in the front house? Besides... the young master has something else to eat."
Siqi thought the comment rather coquettish, especially as it involved her mistress. It wasn't the sort of joke a servant should make. She glared at Sisi, harrumphed, and set down her tray of food in the neighboring wing of the house.
Sisi was somewhat stunned. Then she realized the frivolousness of her words, stuck out her tongue, and followed after her. A little while later, after a moment of silence in the side room, there was the sound of quiet giggling. The two servant girls had reconciled.
On the big bed, beneath the large blanket, Fan Xian stuck out his hand and untied the hair tied up on top of his head. At home, he liked to wear it tied behind his head, leaving it free. His mouth felt a little dry, and he took a sip from the teacup on the bedside table. He thought for a moment, and then raised it to Wan'er's lips, giving it to her to drink.
Wan'er gave him a gentle glance. Her cheeks flushed as she sipped the tea. She seemed to rouse from a daze, and she bashfully and angrily bit him on the left arm. "What's made you so impatient? It's nearly nighttime and you've let the servants guess what you're doing. How can you do such things?"
Fan Xian snickered and turned to embrace his wife. His fingers traced along the soft skin of her upper arm, and he felt thoroughly content. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and we've been apart for so long. Who would begrudge us a little tenderness?" He looked around and carried on his teasing. "Besides, if I weren't so impatient, perhaps you might begin to suspect what I was up to outside."
Hearing this, Lin Wan'er remembered that she had intended to argue with her husband today. How could she let him in so easily? It was if he had swindled his way in, leaving her hypnotized, forgetting what she had even wanted to say to him. Perhaps he had some sort of enchanting power. As she thought about it, she felt somewhat ashamed and embarrassed. She lightly hammered at him with her fist. "Don't think you can make me forget. I was going to ask you what that verse was supposed to mean."
Fan Xian licked his dry lips. His elegant face matched this expression quite well; there was nothing obscene about it. Instead, there was a slightly sinister air to it. He had always been active when it came to marriage. He didn't pay attention to what Wan'er might be thinking. They could go to bed first, and talk later. After an act of intimacy, women would always cling to their men, the ache in their heart quieted for a while. But he knew that this matter would eventually come to a head, so he took the initiative to bring it up. "How could you not let me in? I've a mind to spank your bottom!"
Lin Wan'er leaned against his chest. "Spank me if you like. You only bully me anyway."
"How can you say that?" said Fan Xian, laughing. "Are you angry at me because I didn't bring you a chicken wing all the way back from Northern Qi?"
Lin Wan'er got up, half-crouching on the bed. She undid her clothing, revealing her bare shoulders. She stared at Fan Xian, and after a moment of silence, she spoke. "I wasn't happy before."
Even if the women of this world were jealous, it is unlikely that any of them would be so open about it as Lin Wan'er. So Fan Xian was at something of a loss, unsure of how to respond for a moment. He could only choose his words carefully. "What have you got to drink vinegar about? That verse was just something I wrote, but it's not what you think it is." [1]
"What do you mean 'drink vinegar'?" Lin Wan'er didn't understand what he meant.
Fan Xian then finally remembered that this world didn't have the story of Lady Fang drinking vinegar in a suicide attempt to demonstrate her sincerity. He laughed and told her the story, but pretended that it was something he had read by a writer from long ago.
After Lin Wan'er heard the tale, she sighed at Madam Fang's strong will. But she also felt that the tale had been made up by her husband, perhaps written just so he could tell it to her; she couldn't help but feel rather angry. "I'm not the kind of angry person who wants to control you completely. Sisi and Siqi always want to come in here. You don't need to tell me stories."
Fan Xian knew that his wife had gotten the wrong idea. He laughed. "If you don't want to control me, then you're not going about it the right way." Lin Wan'er, after all, had grown up in the palace, and didn't much understand the hidden affection in her husband's words. "If you're not jealous, then why didn't you let me come in before?"
Lin Wan'er was still half-kneeling on the bed. She puffed out her cheeks and was quiet for a moment before she spoke. "Did you not know that that verse has already spread through the land? Everybody in the capital knows it. The immortal of poetry said he would never compose again, and then he leaves for Northern Qi and breaks his vow for a woman."
"It's just one verse. If you want to hear it, then I'll write one for you every day," Fan Xian beamed.
"Just one verse?" said Lin Wan'er quietly. "I hear that in Shangjing you walked around with that Haitang woman every day, sitting together and drinking with her, wandering the streets on rainy nights. It has become quite the story."
Fan Xian felt embittered. He knew that the Emperor of Northern Qi must have spread this news, and as it spread from person to the next, it would make Lin Wan'er feel rather uncomfortable. He was getting ready to explain when she interrupted him. "Tell me, my husband... this Haitang, what is she like?"
Fan Xian was taken aback. Of course, he could not praise Haitang to the heavens. But for some unknown reason, he didn't want to lie to his wife either, and say that Haitang had not a single redeeming feature - even though every man will lie to his wife on their bed without shame. He thought for a moment before he spoke. "Haitang is the last disciple of Ku He, grandmaster of Northern Qi. She is a favorite of the Emperor and has great stature within the palace. Since our diplomatic mission was undertaken for the benefit of the Kingdom of Qing, then it is only natural that I should form a friendship with such a person."
Lin Wan'er shook her head and sighed. "Haitang had no such reputation in the south, but now everyone knows of her position in the north. This woman... does her status allow her to become a concubine?"
Fan Xian was shocked. This question had come out of the blue. Lin Wan'er sighed. "I presume that a woman like that has her sights set high. If you weren't the kind of man you were, then she wouldn't pay you any notice. But her status makes it difficult to arrange things in the future. I am angry with you because you never think of the consequences of your actions, and you can't help but make trouble."
Fan Xian laughed. "I'm really not looking to make her my concubine. What consequences? Wan'er, don't be silly."
Lin Wan'er was rather shocked. For some reason, she began to feel a sort of sympathy for Haitang. "So you were planning to have your fun with her and then spurn her?" she scolded.
Fan Xian waved a hand dismissively, stifling a laugh. "There was no fun, and there was no spurning!"
Lin Wan'er gazed at him suspiciously. "Really?" she asked. "Then why did you write her poetry to flirt with her?"
"Flirt?" Fan Xian was dumbfounded. He thought for a moment, then told his wife everything that had been arranged before leaving the capital, and all of the goings-on in Shangjing. Then he shook his head. "Haitang is a highly accomplished fighter. Save for the four grandmasters, it's possible that she might be one of the strongest people in the world. As I was going to come into contact with her, it was only natural that I had to prepare my weapons."
Lin Wan'er frowned. "Are you telling me the truth?"
"I am," replied Fan Xian, laughing. "When two countries are in conflict, then psychological warfare is paramount." [2]
Some time passed between them. Then Lin Wan'er finally sighed. "Dear... you are shameless indeed."
Having dealt with one domestic disagreement, Fan Xian thought for a moment, and then told her about his struggle with the Great Prince to enter the city first. He knew that Wan'er had grown up in the palace, and had more of a right to speak on palace matters such as these than he did. So after they were married, he had slowly gotten used to discussing his own plans with her.
As she heard him tell the story, she frowned. She came to the same conclusion as Yan Bingyun - that Fan Xian hadn't needed to offend the Great Prince so, and had really done more than was required. Fan Xian couldn't explain his own secret worries to his wife. All he could do was laugh gently. "Wan'er, you don't care about why I did such a thing. Just tell me, do you think this will make the palace believe that the Great Prince and I will become enemies?"
Lin Wan'er looked at him and smiled. "It's hard to say."
Fan Xian was rather stunned. "Why?"
Lin Wan'er sighed once more. "There's something you've been doing wrong all this time. In the eyes of the bureaucracy and of the people, the Overwatch Council is a sinister and shadowy organization. The officials of the Six Ministries all secretly curse you behind your backs, but it's not that everyone hates the Council... like the military, or the Bureau of Military Affairs, or the western armies. They all have good relations with the Overwatch Council."
Fan Xian immediately understood what she meant. For an army to march and to do battle, intelligence and logistics were most important, and the Overwatch Council's network of spies stretched across the land. They provided the utmost support to the military, allowing them to minimize casualties, and so it was only natural that the military liked the Overwatch Council. He frowned. "That's one thing, but the Great Prince wanted to return to the capital and show off his military power. The opinion of the military is no great influence upon him."
Lin Wan'er didn't understand why he absolutely had to let the palace believe that he wasn't on good terms with all three princes at the same time. She sighed. "There's something else. Perhaps you've forgotten; of the three princes, the one that I am closest to... is the Great Prince. Even if it's just for my sake, he can't hold a grudge against you."
Fan Xian laughed bitterly. He knew that when Wan'er was young, she had spent much of her time in the palace with the concubine Ning the Talented, and it was only natural that she was closest to the Great Prince. But when he was thinking it over, intentionally or otherwise, he had overlooked their connection.
Or perhaps, deep down, he hadn't wanted to associate his wife with the Great Prince.
Lin Wan'er knew that Fan Xian was worried about something. "I think you worry too much, dear. I know you're concerned about His Majesty's health, but he has many more years left to live."
Fan Xian sighed and clutched her to his chest. "He who gives no thought to faraway problems soon finds suffering nearby. [3] From the atmosphere in the capital on my return, I can tell that the Crown Prince and the Great Prince will not be willing to let me take over the palace treasury next year."
"What happened to the idea I gave you last year in the Cang Mountains?" Lin Wan'er was no longer like a 16-year-old girl. She was more like an accomplished advisor now. After all, she was the daughter of the Eldest Princess, and such things can be passed on from generation to generation, so Fan Xian had always trusted her suggestions. But he had never agreed with the suggestion she made in the Cang Mountains.
He lowered his head slightly, and spoke slowly yet resolutely. "Requesting the transfer of power is, by reason, the most appropriate thing to do. A young official such as myself, in control of both the Overwatch Council and the palace treasury. The Emperor's favor weighs heavily upon me indeed. My power really is too great. I can't let this happen... but Wan'er, I can't let go of the palace treasury."
Although Wan'er did not know exactly why her husband could not relinquish his control over the treasury, as his wife, she could only quietly support him. She nodded. "I understand."
"Since I can't let go of the palace treasury," continued Fan Xian, "then I can't let go of the Overwatch Council either."
If the palace treasury were a pile of gold, then the Overwatch Council was the army protecting that pile. If he only had the treasury, then Fan Xian would be left exposed and completely insecure, waiting to be recklessly humiliated by the people in the palace.
Lin Wan'er sighed and shook her head. "It's difficult for you." She suddenly looked him in the eye. "Are you confident?"
Fan Xian smiled and patted her cheek. "I won't say that I'm happy, but I've always been arrogant. Even narcissistic. You know that as well as I do."
Lin Wan'er smiled and suddenly kissed him on the lips. "I still have another way."
Fan Xian was intrigued. "What?"
There was a glint in Lin Wan'er's eye. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. "Bring Haitang here as your concubine!"
Fan Xian was shocked. His wife was no ordinary woman.
"Haitang is an upper ninth-level fighter. You said that she might well end up becoming a grandmaster one day. If we were to have a grandmaster in our house, and one with the strength of Ku He behind her, then even the princes wouldn't dare do anything against us. Even the Emperor would try to win you over. Look at Ye Zhong and his family. There's only Ye Liuyun, and yet they've moved unhindered through the bureaucracy for over a decade without a single defeat..."
Fan Xian knew that she was right. If he were to take Haitang as a concubine, then it would be seen by all as a great badge of honor. But he didn't know whether his wife was merely testing him one more time. So he laughed sinisterly. "But... Haitang really isn't much to look at."
Lin Wan'er was stunned for a moment. "You cad!" she admonished him.
Fan Xian laughed. Then he thought about what Lin Wan'er had said about the Ye family - Ye Zhong was commander of the city garrison, and Ye Ling'er was soon to marry the Second Prince. What did the Emperor think of all this? Or the grandmaster? If the situation proceeded as it was supposed to, as Fan Xian saw it, perhaps the palace had no worries about Ye Liuyun at all.
He frowned. "When I wasn't in the capital, did Ye Zhong resign from his post in the garrison?"
Lin Wan'er shook her head.
Fan Xian sighed. "Has your mother sent a letter?" By "mother", he meant the Eldest Princess in Xinyang. He knew that Wan'er had no feelings for the woman, but it felt best to him to be respectful in her presence.
Lin Wan'er shook her head again, her face expressionless. Fan Xian felt pity. He gently stroked her brow. "How's your health? I was focusing on all the other stuff before, and I didn't even ask about the most important thing. Forgive me."
Lin Wan'er smiled. "Master Fei came to see me often. He's been giving me pills to keep my strength up. I feel quite well."
Fan Xian nodded. "It seems that our stay in the Cang Mountains did you good. This year, when winter comes, we'll all go stay there as a family. It's a pity that we didn't even bathe in the hot springs last year."
Their voices got quieter as they whispered sweet nothings and hummed love songs to each other. The noise of the serving girl's anxious yell coming from outside took them by surprise. "Master! Mistress! Dinner is served. His Lordship asks that you make haste."
Fan Xian gave a strange yelp, threw off the covers, and immediately began to get dressed. He had been preparing to only spend a little while in the rear house before going on to give his salutations to his father. He hadn't expected to get so comfortable. He had completely forgotten that his father was waiting in the study. When he thought of his father's strict, solemn face, Fan Xian could imagine his anger. Fan Xian had travelled a thousand miles home, and instead of first paying his respects to his parents, he had gone to cavort with his wife. It was shockingly unfilial.
Wan'er reproached him as she also pulled on her clothes. Sisi and Siqi stood guard outside the door. Listening outside, they entered to help their master and mistress get dressed quicker. Following their servants carrying a lantern, pretending as if nothing had happened, they entered the front house.
In the great hall, the servant girls waited quietly to one side. Fan Jian, Count Sinan, Minister of Revenue, sat in the middle of the hall. Lady Liu, his former concubine, had already been made his wife, but she was still standing by his side, arranging his cup and his chopsticks, as was the custom. Fan Ruoruo sat on his left, looking pensive. Fan Sizhe sat at the other end of the table, his hands hidden as he toyed with the object Fan Xian had given him before.
Seeing Fan Xian and Lin Wan'er enter, Ruoruo stood up. Fan Sizhe hurriedly hid the object inside his sleeve, and bowed toward them alongside his sister. Count Sinan did not look at Fan Xian, but nodded at Lin Wan'er. His daughter-in-law's status was such that he could not ignore her.
Great families have many rules and customs, but Count Sinan was busy with official business, so he rarely ate dinner at home. Today, Fan Xian had returned, so it was a more formal occasion than usual. There was not a single sound at the table. After they all finished eating, Count Sinan finally looked at his son. His voice was calm. "You are to be made a baron."
[1] In the story, Emperor Taizong of Tang offers his Prime Minister Fang Xuanling several concubines. He refuses on account of his wife's jealousy. The Emperor then summons his wife, telling her that if she refuses to let them enter their home, then she will have to drink poison. He expects her to back down, but she drinks the liquid, only to find that it is vinegar. Thus, in Chinese, "drinking vinegar" is used to mean jealousy.
[2] Fan Xian quotes Ma Su, a general in the Three Kingdoms period under Zhuge Liang.
[3] Fan Xian quotes from the Analects of Confucius.
Chapter 259: The Ninth Month
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The First Baron, second-rank.
Fan Xian had been calculating the importance and presence that the position of baron would grant him. As he mulled it over, the alarming thought that others may criticize his all-too-sudden rise amongst the ranks of the city broached his mind. Perhaps needlessly, this made Fan Xian cautious and wary of the prospect. His time as ambassador to the northern Qi Kingdom was nothing entirely perilous, but it still accounted for tiresome work. In the early spring, there had been an assemblage with the Emperor. With little regard for the reputation of the sufferers of his transgression, the Emperor had Prime Minister Lin and Assistant-Minister Fan forcibly removed from their positions and exiled from the capital. The aftermath of these events resulted in Fan Jian becoming Minister of Revenue. Perhaps, then, if Fan Xian was to become a baron, others would presume it was reimbursement for Fan Manor.
Moreover, ever since Fan Xian and the envoy had returned to the capital, everybody seemed to be aware that the Emperor in the palace greatly admired Fan Xian. In part, this was due to Fan Xian's literary talent and profound wisdom, but this admiration increased with his return of the carriage that possessed the ancient and legendary books from the northern Qi Kingdom. The Emperor had long desired to rule his kingdom with gentle virtue and thoughtful deliberations; he was not one for iron enforcement and violence. For Fan Xian's acquisition of such a bounty, the Emperor now sought to reward him.
The position that Fan Xian currently possessed was nothing compared to that of being a baron. If he were to be knighted, it would have been an elevation of class and for the added influence it would also impart, such a boon would be beneficial for the matters Fan Xian wished to personally pursue in the future. He looked upon his father before him, and asked, "When is the decree coming?"
As it was, Fan Jian and his son, Fan Xian, were in the study of Fan Manor, and they had been in deep discussion for a long time. Fan Xian had relayed to his father the many events that transpired during his time in the northern Qi Kingdom, but only what he was permitted to divulge. There were certain things he could not mention, for obvious reasons. Whenever their dialogue approached the concerns of the Overwatch Council, Minister Fan insisted on skipping over it, lest there be awkward stalling between them.
Fan Xian grew up in Danzhou, but he rarely spoke to his father following his arrival in the capital. Whenever they did speak, it was always in the study, where it was quiet and there were no interruptions. It could be surmised that their relationship wasn't particularly deep, but as he looked upon his father's graying hair, his thoughts drifted to the northern Qi Kingdom's fading memory of its heroes of legend, and Fan Xian couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
Chen Pingping was correct; Count Sinan did not owe Fan Xian anything, but Fan Xian owed him a lot.
"If you go to the palace tomorrow, there may be a decree." Minister Fan closed his eyes and took a sip of the juice that Lady Liu made each night. It was a drink he enjoyed a lot. "You did well in the north. Director Chen notified his superiors to how well you performed there, and the Emperor was much pleased."
Fan Xian's mind continued to wander over his trip to the northern Qi Kingdom. Aside from tending to sensitive matters of his own, he did not actually do anything for the government. Securing and returning Yan Bingyun home was accomplished entirely by coincidence, also; there was no hard work involved. With the presence of a wry smile, he said, "Actually, on the return trip home, I did not do anything."
"Sometimes, to do nothing is the best that can be done." Saying this, Minister Fan opened his eyes.
To hear this, Fan Xian was surprised. He had thought that his father would tell him off, especially considering his confrontation with the Great Prince outside the capital. He didn't make mention of it at all, actually; he skirted it entirely and shifted the conversation to another subject. "I told you many times; do not get too close and involved with the Overwatch Council. I can't believe you did not listen to me in the first place, and that you were tricked into that treacherous organization by that old dog Chen Pingping."
Minister Fan was visibly upset when talking about this. "Just peacefully, and without trouble, work in the palace treasury. Such an opportunity would not come easily for other people."
With another wry smile, Fan Xian said, "I would have liked to. But you know the problem. That woman in Xinyang would not let that go so easily. She is the one who started this. If I did not commit to the Overwatch Council, how could I have possibly hoped to contend with her?"
Minister Fan sighed, thinking that perhaps he did indeed misjudge the matter. He never thought that the Eldest Princess would possess such a strong reaction. He waved his hand and told him, "She is the Empress' sister; the Dowager's most favored daughter, and Wan Er's mother. But all that is in the past; you should let it go."
Fan Xian earnestly believed in what his father told him, but he did not believe his father was one to accept such an affront and bear it without retribution. Fan Xian knew full well of his father's loyalty to the kingdom, so much so that it prevented him from attending to all of his familial duties. But this was not without want; he would still do what he could for his family if he was able. The reason Minister Fan had been so vehemently against Fan Xian's integration with the Overwatch Council was because he could not stand for his son to be thrust into political struggles, espionage and other such ugly business that was done in the shadows.
If he were to work for the palace treasury, money would be at the forefront of all his deeds there. Working for the council, in any of its many capacities, political intrigue could not be avoided. While they both had their connections, this was not something his father was aware of in the beginning. But whatever the case may be, Fan Xian was forever appreciative to Count Sinan, and so he said, "Do not worry about it, father. I will be careful."
Minister Fan was satisfied with his response and so he replied, "Only those who are truly strong can afford to display weakness. The losers are already weak, and they cannot feign weakness, for that is what they inherently are. Think about this, my son."
Fan Xian understood the meaning behind his father's words and smiled. Then another matter of discussion popped up in his mind, and so he asked, "Father, after I return to the palace, will I be allowed to have Gao Da and the other seven Tiger Guards follow me around?"
Minister Fan looked upon his son and his stern eyes dissolved into a soft and caring appearance. He said, "You know I am only training the Tiger Guards on behalf of the palace. They still dictate where the Tiger Guards may go and whom they may accompany. If you seek to maintain those Tiger Guards in your company, I can go speak to the palace officials on your behalf. I do not expect the Emperor to permit it, however."
With yet another wry smile, Fan Xian acknowledged his yearning for the company of Gao Da and the others. Having a few elite guards around him, he felt that his safety was guaranteed. Upon the plains of Wuduhe, even Haitang had not been able to anything. The strength and dexterity that they possessed, in comparison to the swordsmen of the Sixth Bureau of the Overwatch Council, was of a whole other league. Even though he had direct command of Qinian's unit, the group of Overwatch Council soldiers trained by Wang Qinian, they only excelled in spying and other such espionage tactics. They were in no way comparable in their skills with the blade.
Fan Xian understood that the Tiger Guards were traditionally reserved for the protection of the monarchy. Like the western army, they were few, and they were for ensuring the Great Prince's protection. Rarely did the Emperor send them alongside to guard others, but in most such cases, the persons they were sent to protect were people on special missions of some importance to the palace. For example, when Fan Xian's father-in-law, Prime Minister Lin, was relieved of his duties, the Emperor sent alongside him four of the Tiger Guards to ensure his safe return home. This was a public display, in adoration of his services to the kingdom. After their task was done, they would return to the capital and take refuge in houses that looked inconspicuous.
The reason why Fan Xian knew so much was because his father was previously in command of such duties for the Emperor. The envoy had already returned to the capital and if the Tiger Guards had still followed Fan Xian, to the acknowledgement of the monarchy, there would have been much distress.
Minister Fan noticed that his son's facial expression was one of much pity, and so he laughed. He thought to himself that Fan Xian was exactly like his mother; a person who was truly special, more so than anyone else. He was still quite a young man, however, and so he could not help but remind him, saying, "Whilst you were away on your travels, there was a man named Shi Chanli who frequently visited the manor. He was a scholar and I managed to see him a few times. He looked to be a person of profound wisdom, but the way he carried himself was to suggest otherwise. He hid it well."
Fan Xian was surprised and immediately understood. His father knew that Fan Xian had decided not to leave the Overwatch Council and start a new career within politics, and so he resolved to impart advice and help him as best as he may. Fan Xian, after all, was held in high regard by many, and even his father-in-law, Prime Minister Lin, had made efforts to ensure that others in the government would look out for Fan Xian. As good as this was, he still wanted to secure positions for the people he had already come to know and trust, to whom he could talk freely.
He acknowledged what his father was thinking, and he was touched. But because he was a man, he was unable to express his emotions and so instead Fan Xian took a deep bow before his father.
Minister Fan waved his hand and departed, making for his bedroom. Fan Xian remained and thought about his sister's marriage. There was no need to tell anyone so soon, for it was something they could slowly arrange by themselves. Softly, Fan Xian then also left the study and went to his bedroom.
Seeing Fan Xian exit the study, walking straight, Minister Fan was filled with an overwhelming sense of relief. He thought to himself, "To have a son such as this; what more could a man ask for?" Without haste, he drank his last sip of juice from the bowl, comfortable in the knowledge that his child had found his way and purpose, and knew full well what he wanted to do in this life. But in regards to his son's personality, as long as he did not say anything, everything would be fine. The future of the Fan family and lineage was entirely upon Fan Xian.
Minister Fan now held great admiration for Prime Minister Lin, who had already withdrawn from the absolute center of power within the Qing Kingdom's government. He thought to himself that the old fox had gotten quite lucky. Minister Fan was made to give up so many things in his life, as he toiled and worked to his absolute limit for the kingdom. All the Prime Minister had to do was conceive a daughter.
The ninth month was generally quite plain and boring; it was a month where trouble never typically stirred.
Fan Xian was sitting in a carriage, leaning against the window frame, humming the melody of a song nobody else was sure to have ever heard before. Entering the palace was a matter of grand importance to most who came this way, but Fan Xian thought otherwise - he was bored. When he returned to the capital, he conceived an idea alongside his father-in-law, believing that inside the government or outside the capital, nothing could wrought trouble. He wanted to enter the palace and accept the position of baron so he could then resolve the issues regarding the Overwatch Council. He also thought to then revisit the Cang Mountains and practice his cliff-jumping ability once more.
The melody-coinciding rhythm of the fingers he repeatedly tapped against the window frame came to a stop. His mind drifted to the thought of his sister's marriage. He then thought of Li Hongcheng's request of hosting a feast upon the Liujing River, for the welcoming of his return, and his face quickly donned a most terrible scowl. I never thought my life could be this wretched.
Today was Sunday, and in the morning, many chancellors had gathered right outside the palace. Earlier this year, certain rumors had circulated that spoke of chancellors expressing their gratitude to the Emperor. They began changing their uniform in the middle of the night, attempting to arrive at the palace before dawn, so that they could hear the palace's doors open. This was due to the fact that when the chancellors were to retire, they could no longer hear this noise and they would miss it dearly.
Nowadays, the Emperor was here at this time and the most forlorn suck-ups were there, also. Therefore, the chancellors made sure to not arrive too early, but not too late, either. Whose idea it was, nobody knew, but someone had booked a few tables in the restaurant nearby the palace so that the chancellors could gather there, bide their time, and depart at the most opportune moment.
The Commissioner of the Overwatch Council had no manners, except for the mystique person who had already been forgotten. Fan Xian was the only Commissioner to have existed since the formation of the kingdom, so he was still considered a fourth-ranked member of the Imperial College. If it was not at the Emperor's behest, he would not have been allowed to visit the palace. As such, he did not have to adhere to the strict dress code and dress up in a fashion that would have undoubtedly taken a very long time to equip. Therefore, Fan Xian set off for the palace in the early morning, with little concern for what was to occur during his visit. By the time he arrived at the gate, however, he was much later than the others.
The more fame one was to receive, the more jealousy would be directed their way. This had been especially true for a young man who had only entered the capital a year and a half ago, and had ascended the ranks in the way which Fan Xian had. This young man had also been prone to humiliating the other officers, and in some cases, had gone and brought complete ruin and devastation to their reputations. He had gotten one minister exiled, and he had even killed another. But now, with a boorish yawn, all could see that young, handsome Commissioner for the Overwatch Council disembark his carriage.
Fan Xian took a look around and felt that the atmosphere had been tinged with a feeling of unease. All the chancellors were ministers hailing from various departments and commanders of different temples about the kingdom, each being of at least the second-rank. Even their wives were well-known, and their houses had each assuredly been showered with gifts given by the emperor. In comparison, Fan Xian was just a young man showing up to work late. If he had not received the support of his father and Chen Pingping, it would not have been long before the people in front of him began yelling at his presence.
They all knew they weren't allowed to openly complain, but that didn't mean they were going to make things easy for him. They all looked upon him coldly, before turning away in disgust. Amidst the chancellors present, there were a few who had been trained by Lin Ruofu himself and now they were mulling the idea of approaching Fan Xian. But seeing the fervent antipathy of their peers, they ultimately decided not to. All they did was impart upon Fan Xian a friendly look from afar.
From the amount of hateful stares he was receiving, Fan Xian began to feel uncomfortable, but he still kept his calm. With remarkable grace, he approached each and every chancellor he could see, and greeted them politely. As he did this, someone coughed behind him to notify him of his father's arrival. The reasons for Minister Fan being late on this day were unknown, as were the reasons he did not travel to the palace alongside his son. Fan Xian quickened his pace to the carriage and carefully aided his father get out.
Minister Fan looked at him and shook his head before saying, "I'm not that old yet."
Fan Xian laughed and understood that his overt politeness was a little too much, particularly from the quick frown his father gave him. On this day, however, the chancellors could immediately recognize that Minister Fan was in a delightful mood, for he did not let go of Fan Xian's hand as he led his son forward.
As Minister Fan walked with his son toward the other chancellors, they had to quickly mask their feelings of discontent, especially when it came to the direct greeting of each other. After a while, Minister Fan took a polite hold of Fan Xian's arm and guided him around the entire area to ensure he could put the names to the faces and properly recognize each and every chancellor that was present. As Fan Xian greeted them each amiably, the chancellors began to feel a little more at ease, seeing the young clown before them laugh as he did so. The chancellors that personally followed Mister Lin made sure to passionately greet Fan Xian, also. They made particular note of how well Fan Xian was performing, as well, given his relatively young age.
Still, there were a few chancellors lurking upon the fringes of their encounter that continued to display no motivation for putting aside their pre-conceived ill sentiments regarding Fan Xian and of getting to know him properly. They persisted with their cold and emotionless greetings. After all, who within the Qing Kingdom's government was not aware of Fan Xian's near-constant projected deception? The manner in which he would always appear to be polite and generous with others, with a self-wrought facade that sought only to advance his own selfish ambitions was rather well known by now.
The eldest minister, and the one who possessed the highest reputation, hailed from the Ministry of Appointments. He approached both Fan Xian and his father and groaned, saying "Ever since this country began, back when the Kingdom of Wei was in power, the inclusion of both a father and son in court at the same time – like you and your son – was a rare occurrence, indeed. Your self-assuredness comes as no surprise."
Fan Jian started laughing. "Thank you for the compliment. I thank the Emperor also, for allowing such a thing." As he said this, it was as if he did not acknowledge that the eldest minister was in fact taunting them. Fan Xian understood what was happening, but he thought that it was been he remained silent.
As this occurred, three eunuchs now approached them from the palace. The fellow in the middle could clearly be seen as a person of a higher-rank, and as they drew closer, he greeted them with a gentle wave of his staff and bid them, "Please, do come in."
All the chancellors hushed their chatter and quickly tidied their garments before advancing to the palace. Perhaps it was because they were familiar with the proceedings in the palace and had seen them many times before, but they did not care to look at the sentries of pike-wielding royal guardsmen outside the palace building, nor the sword-wielding bodyguards that resided within. As they passed by the eunuchs, they puffed their chests in a prideful display.
This was the first time Fan Xian had ever visited the Royal Court, but it was not considered appropriate for him to walk alongside his father and it was because of this that he walked at the back of the collective alongside the eunuchs. Eunuch Hou was leading the group. At a time like this, of course, Fan Xian didn't dare to say a word toward him. Instead, he simply smiled to display his genuine appreciation.
A while later, Hou San'er mulled something over in his mind. He questioned to himself as to how he could believe that Fan Xian was a true ally in which he could place his trust. The resolution that brought an end to his worries was when he caught sight of Fan Xian's smile, which looked as real and as earnest as could be. The other chancellors, who were only polite and graceful to the eunuchs when they provided a service that aided them dearly, often feigned their smiles to the eunuchs, and Hou San'er knew this.
As it was Fan Xian's first time in the Royal Court, he was quite nervous. He now found himself standing at the back of the line, quite a distance from the throne. Thankfully, his zhenqi allowed him to hear all that was said, and it was particularly important that he heard every word the Emperor spoke. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Emperor drew attention to Fan Xian specifically, but that did not prevent his idle observations of the hall he was now in.
Even though he had entered the palace grounds a few times before, it was mostly out of everybody's way, chatting up the girls and going for long walks with Chen'er. Taiji Palace was the primary building of the Royal Palace, but he had only ever been able to view it from afar. He had never once been granted the opportunity to stand beneath its roof before today and now, as he stood there, he thought it far grander than he could have possibly imagined. The pillars were each adorned with intricate carvings of dragons and a pleasant fragrance permeated the air. There was even a copper-plated carving of a crane on both sides of the hall. But as his minded drifted to the thoughts of the northern Qi Kingdom palace's nature-themed decor, he thought it was slightly underwhelming by comparison.
As he stood there in the hall, another feeling encroached upon him - and that was of power. The throne's position at the forefront of the hall was slightly elevated above all else, and every time the chancellors looked upon it, their hearts were filled with awe.
But their feelings weren't explicitly regarding the throne, as they were more about the middle-aged man who was sat upon it. Even though his palace was not as pretty as the northern Qi Kingdom's, and the food was not as good as the food provided at Dongyi City, everyone knew that this man was most likely the most powerful man on earth.
The topic of discussion for the Royal Court today was in regards to the envoy and the Great Prince, but not of their dispute over who was to enter the capital first. Even though the Censor of the Imperial Censorate wished to write of those events, it was impossible for them to do so on a day such as this. It was not that they would be unable to chronicle the proceedings of that day in one night. It would merely look hasty and unkempt before the Emperor; something which would displease him greatly.
The subject of discussion was regarding the western army, and where its displaced soldiers were to reside following their deployment and return from the war. The need to present rewards and create medals and titles to showcase their bravery was also a concern that would need to be deliberated. Even though the Great Prince had been already been announced as the Emperor-to-be, there were a hundred-thousand more soldiers in need of a place to settle down. The suggestion for a debate about these issues came from the Bureau of Military Affairs, and no chancellor could even dream of objecting a matter that came from such an organization. The Emperor sought to rule the kingdom with compassion and great love for the people, but against this, the history of the Qing Kingdom dictates that it was a kingdom founded through war and force, and this was why their military presence was so large. Nobody would want to displease the army with these sensitive issues.
In regards to the envoy, following the report that surmised their journey, Honglu Temple, on behalf of the Qi Kingdom, had delivered an updated codex that detailed the nation's size, and the borders that defined what was known as the northern Qi Kingdom. As the Emperor looked at the revised map of their kingdom, he took notice of the Qing Kingdom's borders widening in the wake of these changes. And from a calm and still expression, came a fount of relief and delight at the revelation.
As was customary for them, the chancellors each and all expressed their "heartfelt congratulations" to the Emperor upon hearing the news. Even the high-ranking officers of the Bureau of Military Affairs stroked their beards and projected their happiness. This expanse of the Qing Kingdom's borders was a result of the western army's sacrifices across their years of battle.
As this was happening, a few of the chancellors took notice that during the discussion, the officers from Honglu Temple, Xin Qiwu, Fan Xian, and the Fourth Bureau of the Overwatch Council played an influential role in these changes. The three in question knew full well of their deeds, but with humble modesty, they did not speak a word of them.
Fan Xian looked at the chancellors who were now truly happy, in full earnestness, and brought to himself a smile of his own. After all, he did indeed play a part. He was thinking also that if it wasn't for the Eldest Princess selling out Yan Bingyun, the Qing Kingdom would have received even more of a benefit. But the Eldest Princess did also want Xiao En to return to the northern Qi Kingdom and incite a civil war. It was quite the play. Between those two moves, it was the difference between a short-term benefit and a long-term benefit.
The most powerful middle-aged man – the Emperor – had joy in his heart, and it was of such a profound amount that even he had trouble holding it in. With his absolute strength, he managed to maintain his composure and upon doing so, placed his elbow upon the throne's arm and nestled his face within the palm of his hand. As he listened to the chatter of the chancellors' repeated congratulations, he looked upon his audience and noticed the presence of a particular young man bearing the most heart-warming of smiles. Upon seeing this, it elevated the happiness within his heart even further.
The Emperor gestured to his eunuch transcriber and his fellow assistant who held the edict open for him, and with his sharp voice, the eunuch began reading aloud what had been written upon the parchment. The resolving of the issue of the rewards being gifted to the soldiers would have to be delayed a few days, due to the copious amount of men there were. Furthermore, they would have to consult the Great Prince and General of the army. The edict being read out now, instead, spoke of the rewards that were to be gifted to the members of the envoy.
All who were now in the hall were silent. Everybody knew that when the envoy returned, the giving of gifts was to be a routine affair and as such, the chancellors had little interest in such a doing. They only perked their ears at the hearing of Fan Xian's name.
"…First Baron, second-rank."
All the chancellors were relieved, for they thought the Emperor made the right call. No matter their relationship with the Fan family, not a single chancellor would have liked to have seen Fan Xian manage to become a baron at such a young age. Certain chancellors viewed the issue from separate angles and such, but this general sentiment was shared between them all.
Xin Qiwu and Fan Xian were already upon their knees in the hall, graciously thanking the Emperor. As the chancellors' listened to the usual sentence of, "If there is further business that need be brought to light, speak now. Else, you may all depart," the Emperor gently added, "A few of you will remain."
The Emperor looked about the hall and then gazed at the few high-ranked officers who were near the throne. After Lin Ruofu left his position as Prime Minister, the court was unable to find a suitable replacement at such a short notice. Therefore, for all of the government's business, it was headed by leading scholars and ministers. After the convergence, it was customary for the Emperor to remain a while and talk. Today, however, the Crown Prince and the Great Prince were in the hall, and they were of the few who were asked to remain. The chancellors didn't believe anything to be amiss and so they all exited the hall in an orderly fashion.
As they were leaving, the chancellors heard a sentence that filled them each with spiteful envy.
"Fan Xian, you remain, as well."
Chapter 260: Sky above the Carriage, Bean Sprouts in the Palace
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The officials took their leave, passing by Fan Xian with strange expressions. Fan Xian was also a bit uneasy. He knew what the upcoming talk with His Majesty would be like. Even with his status as the Commissioner of the Overwatch Council, there was no guarantee his presence wouldn't be unexpected. After all, he was way too young—but things had already reached this point, so there wasn't much else he could do. He followed behind some elderly officials to the back of the palace.
They didn't walk for too long. A few turns later, they arrived at a side hall which wasn't exactly spacious. On the left were wooden shelves each as tall as a man, filled with books. Judging by the setup, Fan Xian supposed this was the legendary Imperial Library. He smiled, probably thinking about the Qing dynasty-themed TV shows he had often watched in his previous life.
The emperor had already taken off his dragon robe and changed into a sky-blue shirt. On his waist was a jade belt. Overall it was a casual getup. He sat, slightly leaning on the short couch and set up some tea cups. With a casual wave of his hand, some eunuchs hurried to bring seven cushioned stools. The seven elderly officials gave their thanks and took their seats.
The Crown Prince and Great Prince stood with great discipline next to the emperor. While they didn't have seats, based on their expressions, one could tell this was customary.
There were seven stools for the seven elderly officials. However, there was also a younger, eighth official. The eunuchs probably were unsure, having never seen Fan Xian before, and didn't know if he was simply a low-ranked official who was summoned here for questioning, or some esteemed guest.
Fan Xian alone stood out, both figuratively and literally. But his father didn't even look at him. Laughing at himself, Fan Xian moved back from his already inconspicuous spot.
The Crown Prince noticed his small movement and smiled at him. Fan Xian could only dare to respond with his gaze. During the process, he happened to witness the Great Prince yawning behind the emperor. Having just returned to the capital yesterday, the Great Prince probably drank too much and was tired as a result.
Not counting the encounter in the tea shop, today was the closest Fan Xian had ever gotten to the emperor. Fan Xian raised his head slightly and rapidly scanned what was in front of him. He dared not to let his gaze linger, as it would be incredibly rude.
Despite how briefly he looked, Fan Xian was able to see the emperor's face clearly. He was almost stunned by the emperor's returning gaze!
The emperor did not take offense. Fan Xian knew he got lucky and showed it on his face, although he wasn't afraid in the slightest. A short while later, the Second Prince, who had been reading with the Third Prince in Xingqing Palace, were also invited over by a eunuch. He was still holding the Third Prince's hand as they entered the Imperial Library. Seeing the brothers getting along, the emperor nodded in satisfaction. Although the Crown Prince was smiling, he was probably cursing away on the inside.
"Bring a seat for Fan Xian." After the four princes had all lined up, the emperor appeared to just notice Fan Xian was standing.
Fan Xian was slightly surprised. "I dare not." With his rank, getting into the Imperial Library was already an exception; how dare he sit when the four princes were standing? The elderly officials also subtly expressed their discontent. Each of them had earned their seats after serving for at least twenty years; how could this Fan brat be given a seat the first time he came?!
The Crown Prince looked at the officials and said to the emperor respectfully, "Lord Father, Fan Xian is still young. His body is much sturdier than those elderly officials'. Seeing as he is so afraid, he should remain standing."
That was said very reasonably; both Fan Xian and the officials were thankful.
The Great Prince chimed in, "Lord Father, I recall when you let my brothers and I listen to the officials discuss national matters, we were required to stand, because in the future we would have to aid the Crown Prince during his rule. It was like listening to a lecture. As students we must conduct ourselves as such…" He didn't finish, but his meaning was clear. Fan Xian was too young and had too few achievements; there was no reason for the princes to treat him as a teacher.
The elderly officials also shook their heads—the seats may look ordinary, but the implications they held were anything but. If Fan Xian were to really receive a seat, the news would spread all over the capital in no time.
Fan Xian was about to take advantage of the situation. He was ready to decline the seat. But the emperor's indifferent gaze had him slightly shaken, causing him to force down his words.
The emperor looked at his subjects and then looked at his straightforward but impatient eldest son, and said, "Of course, Fan Xian does not deserve this seat… But today, he must sit. Not to be rewarded for his efforts, but for what he accomplished."
The others didn't understand. But since His Majesty spoke, no one said anything. The emperor looked at his sons and said softly, "If you bring back a cartload of Zhuang Mohan's books, I shall let you sit too!"
Everyone knew what that carriage stood for, but they still felt the emperor was being a bit paranoid when it came to an empty literary reputation. Of course, there was no way for them to object.
The emperor knew what they were thinking and said coldly, "Don't think this only involves academicians. What are academicians? You, my subjects, are all academicians. Political and martial achievements—I do not lack the latter, but the former… It's easy to conquer land, but to rule over people's hearts is exceptionally difficult. Sharp blades and swift horses are not enough to accomplish that."
The Great Prince showed disagreement on his face, but he dared not to interrupt.
The emperor continued, "You can obtain territory on horseback, but you cannot rule from on top of a horse. Literature may appear to lack substance, but it involves all the scholars of the world. Three times I have fought Wei into chaos, and in that chaos, some managed to rise up, gather together a large number of talented men, and form today's Northern Qi in only several years. They stopped us from advancing north… What did they rely on? They relied on the proper place that was in the hearts of their scholars! Our order is promulgated by scholars… Shu Wu, Yan Xingshu! You are both subjects of Qing, and yet back then you took Northern Wei's examinations. Why?
Scholar Shu and Director Yan quickly stood up in fear.
The emperor shook his hand. "All the scholars are like this, and the distasteful practice continues today. I do not blame you, nor should you doubt yourselves. I only want to tell you there is much benefit to be gained from unifying the scholars. Able ministers are abundant, and they can gain an advantage in public discourse." He looked at his eldest son, "I know what you are thinking. But if there is less resistance before you set off, resulting in you losing less men, do you not want that?"
The Great Prince was silent.
The emperor then said coldly, "With that cartload of old books, I could gather more traveling scholars and preserve the lives of many soldiers. Is it still wrong for me to award Fan Xian this seat?"
Everyone felt something was off, His Majesty seemed to be intentionally showing the world that he favors Fan Xian. Also, how come Minister Fan didn't take the seat for his son? On the other hand, the entirety of Qing was born from warfare. Its civilians held an overwhelming enthusiasm and sense of being predestined toward the possibility of their nation ruling the world. Since His Majesty just connected Fan Xian bringing back books with world domination, no one dared to object. They all stood up to praise the emperor for his wisdom.
A carriage directly connected to the world? Fan Xian thanked the emperor and sat down with extreme calm. On the inside, however, he was smiling uneasily, not knowing why the old emperor had to put him in the spotlight so much.
The red cloth unraveled, exposing a vast map which had recently been renewed. The yellow territory of Qing was expanding northeast ceaselessly. Other than some barren wastelands, Qing had already taken over the surrounding regions. While Northern Qi was still a colossus, even it appeared weak and bloated in front of the ferocious beast known as Qing. Northern Qi was also a young nation, but it didn't only inherit the vast territory of the former great Wei; it also inherited Wei's decaying political structure and general conduct.
Looking at the map, listening to the discussions around him, sitting in the center of Qing's power, Fan Xian for the first time felt Qing's relentless demeanor and wild ambition. He couldn't help but let out a sign. After all, Northern Qi was still powerful, and with their emperor's and Hai Tang's wish, an all-out war would only make the common people suffer yet again. It would take years for them to recover.
Fan Xian was no teary-eyed pacifist, but he had no interest in warfare either.
As the emperor discussed national affairs with the officials, Fan Xian occasionally picked out something about raising the river embankments, or the amount of tribute coming in each year from the various vassal states. Fan Xian had no clue what those were about, and naturally he wouldn't interject. Even if he had something to say, he wouldn't say it while sitting on this hot seat.
Gradually, he became forgotten in a corner. Blanking out at the newly changed map, Fan Xian sighed.
Suddenly, his ears picked up a word—palace treasury! He frowned slightly and became alert. As he expected, the emperor had summoned him here not simply to award him with a seat.
"As you all know, although the palace treasury is named as such, it is closely linked with many crucial and vulnerable parts," The emperor said hatefully, "The treasury in recent years is an embarrassment. In the third year of the new calendar, the southern rivers needed to be dredged. On top of that, the cold weather was approaching from the north. I sent out the order asking the treasury to distribute some silver, only to find out that… the Guanghui Treasury was unable to!"
The Guanghui Treasury was one of the ten divisions within the palace treasury that stored banknotes. Actual gold and silver had to be stored in Chengyun Treasury. The emperor seemed to be getting angry at the wrong target. But regardless, both treasury divisions were joint-managed by the Eldest Princess and the Treasury. Although the Treasury had not dared to act on its own in the past decade, Fan Jian still stood up to beg forgiveness.
The emperor waved his hand and didn't even look at Fan Jian. "The new establishment died without cause, but I am willing to work on the palace treasury. I ask not to return to the prosperity of over a decade ago, but at the least, the Court could get some money each year."
The emperor did not raise his voice, nor did he intensify his tone, but the prestige of his words was more than enough to silence everyone else. He then said, "My sister returned to Xinyang. I need place an official in charge of this matter. If any of you have any candidates to recommend, report to me."
The officials and the princes present all knew this was simply a formality; the entire capital knew His Majesty wanted Fan Xian to take the role, which was why he was using today to give Fan Xian a push. The emperor also seemed to want to make his intentions clear so that there wouldn't be any objections.
Those present also knew the situation of the palace treasury was not as disastrous as the emperor had described. Every year, the goods shipped up north earned a significant amount of silver. If it weren't for the very secretive support from the treasury, Qing would not have gotten the monetary resources it needed to expand its territory. Suddenly, there were many who were jealous of the Fan household.
But considering how upset His Majesty was, regardless of who would take over the palace treasury, they would sure to get a headache over turning a profit each year.
Thinking about this, the feelings of jealousy lessened significantly. Even so, no one wanted to recommend Fan Xian—it was a matter of dignity and also economy. As difficult as it was to manage the palace treasury, the one in charge would definitely gain plenty of benefits each year. Those officials also received significant rewards from Xinyang on a yearly basis, so they knew what was going on.
No one spoke. Because of his position, not even Fan Jian brought up his son. For the moment there was an awkward silence. The emperor only raised his teacup and took a small sip; no one noticed the coldness in his eyes.
"I recommend…"
"I recommend…"
To everyone's surprise, the silence was broken by two people simultaneously. It was the Crown Prince and Second Prince who spoke. Things should get interesting from here.
The emperor nodded. "Speak."
The Second Prince looked at the Crown Prince and smiled, "Since the Crown Prince has a good candidate in mind, I'm more than happy to listen."
The emperor looked at him without saying anything.
Seeing that the Second Prince offered to back down, the Crown Prince, being the master of the east palace and the future Emperor of Qing, took the opportunity. Saluting the emperor, he said, "Lord Father, I recommend Fan Xian."
All those present were well aware that the east palace wasted no effort trying to win Fan Xian over. Therefore, the Crown Prince's recommendation was understandable. Unexpectedly, however, the emperor did not respond immediately; instead, he asked the Second Prince, "And you?"
The Second Prince smiled, "I was also planning to recommend… Fan Xian, Sir Fan."
It was still quiet. The emperor scanned Fan Xian with a meaningful gaze. Fan Xian, without any changes in his expression, prepared to stand up and respond, but the emperor did not grant him the chance to do so. His Majesty said blandly, "Since you two both agreed on Fan Xian, then so be it. The arrangements shall be made after autumn. There's no need to inform each county."
And so, the decision was made. Even though it had been determined when Fan Xian married Lin Wan'er a year ago, the decision was officially passed and recorded today. There would be no changing it. The fact that the father and son of the Fan household controlled the national and palace treasuries, respectively, made others feel strange. There were no other households in the capital that received such favor from the emperor. Seeing that both princes also backed Fan Xian, the Fan household would most likely continue to climb even higher in the future.
Fan Jian and Fan Xian stood up to express their gratitude.
The emperor didn't pay them much attention and said, "With that decided, why did both of you pick Fan Xian?"
The Crown Prince thought about it for a moment, "It was only a crude thought of mine. With Minister Fan being so efficient at managing the nation's revenue, Fan Xian should naturally have some talent in it as well."
The Second Prince smiled. "I thought the same. Plus, because it involves gold and silver, there needs to be someone with a clean background. Forgive my insolence, but there is too much corruption within the current political circle. While there are honest and upright officials elsewhere, young Sir Fan has considerable talent and knowledge in many other areas. For that reason, I believe it would be suitable for him to manage the palace treasury."
"Oh?" The emperor's expression did not change. He asked, "That was barely persuasive. Are there other reasons?"
The two princes looked at each other and felt puzzled. Could the emperor be testing them? The bow had already been drawn back; the arrow must be launched, and the Crown Prince struggled to find another reason. "My brother is absolutely correct. There's also the fact that the palace treasury has always been under the jurisdiction of the Overwatch Council. Sir Fan is already the Council commissioner, so that would make things easier."
The youngest prince felt his legs were getting tired, and being too young to understand the matters being discussed only worsened his focus. Strangely, out of nowhere, he said with a childish chuckle, "Brother, from what you just said, wouldn't this Fan Xian be investigating himself?"
Being only a child meant he could talk a bit more bluntly. However, pointing out this hole in logic still made the Crown Prince embarrassed.
Fortunately, the Second Prince spoke up, "Lord Father, I also couldn't think of anything else to say."
The emperor only said blandly, "Nothing else? Then why recommend him?"
The emperor was all over the place; even though he clearly wanted Fan Xian, he was still giving his sons a hard time. Those who were watching could not figure out what His Majesty was thinking and could only keep their mouths shut in order to prevent unnecessary trouble.
Since this was all about him, Fan Xian felt more and more uncomfortable sitting there. Then, the Second Prince spoke somewhat hesitantly, "Actually… there's another reason. It's because… because I'm on good terms with Sir Fan."
His Majesty quietly looked at his two sons. Moments later, he began to laugh. "You may list as many reasons as you could come up with, but that one is enough… What is the palace treasury? It is the treasury of the royal family. If Fan Xian were to take charge of it, naturally he needs to get close to the royal family. Since he has been to Taichang Temple, he is close enough."
Enough indeed, as Fan Xian was still a Prince Consort after all, as both the Crown Prince and Second Prince often called him brother-in-law. The Crown Prince sighed, impressed by his brother while at the same time blaming himself for not being quick enough to think of the answer.
Due to the army's return and setting of the borders, today's discussions took longer than usual. It was now time for lunch. The emperor ordered the eunuchs to prepare food and asked the various officials and princes to stay to eat. Despite eating the Imperial kitchen's cooking for the first time, Fan Xian did not feel anything out of the ordinary; it was merely some vegetables with fish and chicken. He felt even more comfortable after realizing eating with the emperor wasn't as much of an ordeal as he had imagined. He didn't even need to kowtow before eating.
What the two princes had said earlier, Fan Xian heard it all and knew he couldn't avoid the responsibility. When he looked at the emperor again, Fan Xian felt a chill and a sense of caution—the emperor's favor was based on some absurd fact, but he didn't believe a ruler would easily bestow something such as affection.
Fan Xian wasn't easy to control. He would kneel, he would endure, he would listen; but when things started to threaten his baseline, he would reach towards his left shin with a smile. Then, he would not kneel, endure, or listen; he would only say "screw it all".
After serving the emperor as he ate, the princes went to the side halls to eat. Presently, the emperor was casually chatting with the elderly officials. Naturally, there would be no talk of serious national business as they ate. They talked about which household had the best well water for brewing tea, which region produced watermelons the size of boulders, and so on. Occasionally, they mentioned news from other parts of the world and inadvertently brought up the passing of Zhuang Mohan. Everyone's voice took on a dejected tone, since they all had at least read Master Zhuang works.
In any case, this lunch was more relaxing than eating back at home. Fan Xian was hungry, so he didn't really listen to the chatter. As he picked up a long beansprout with his chopsticks and was ready to put it into his mouth, His Majesty suddenly said, "Fan Xian, come here."
Fan Xian froze slightly for and instant. He then put down his chopsticks. Reluctantly parting from his beansprout, Fan Xian put on a bright smile and quickly walked over to the emperor. Looking at the thin but very charismatic face before him, Fan Xian raised his hands and saluted.
The elderly officials didn't know why His Majesty had called Fan Xian over, so they all listened. The emperor looked at Fan Xian with a smile and said, "Do you still remember what I told you in the tea house that day?"
Fan Xian wasn't expecting His Majesty to bring up that coincidental encounter in front of all the officials here. He smiled and replied, "I did not know it was Your Majesty, and even clashed with the palace commander. I deserve ten thousand deaths for my insolence."
The Director of the Board of Civil Office stroked his beard and said, "Ah, so Your Majesty has met young Sir Fan before outside the palace."
The emperor of Qing was quite intimidating when discussing serious matters, but now he appeared as gentle as could be. The emperor chuckled and recounted the events on that day. Fan Jian was shaken by the absurdity and could only beg His Majesty to forgive Fan Xian. The elderly officials were chattering among themselves, having realized why the emperor liked Fan Xian so much; that brat was way too lucky. At the same time, they were curious as to what His Majesty promised Fan Xian.
"I said I would arrange an excellent marriage for your younger sister," The emperor looked at Fan Xian with an extremely gentle gaze which held a hint of self-esteem a ruler shouldn't even have. "Now that Miss Fan had been arranged to Prince Jing, what do you think of the marriage?"
Fan Xian felt only extreme bitterness in his heart, but on his face, there was only the expression of emotional gratitude as he and his father thanked the emperor. After recovering from their initial surprise, the elderly officials started to add in their praises.
They were being a bit loud, and the princes eating in the next hall heard them. The Great Prince frowned while the Crown Prince smiled, believing himself to be even wiser for influencing the Fan household. The Crown Prince intentionally looked at the Second Prince, only to discover there was no change in the Second Prince's expression. The Second Prince was unhurried as usual—even chewing his food strangely slowly. The Crown Prince couldn't help but silently curse the act.
Back at where the emperor was, there were waves of cheer and laughter. No one knew the agony Fan Xian was feeling inside.
And when Fan Xian left the palace under the remaining daylight and saw that prince riding along the new street, he felt even more troubled. Prince Jing Li Hongcheng came over, overjoyed, and Fan Xian went to greet him with a face which appeared to be happy about this reunion; his true emotions were nowhere to be seen.
Then sun went down. It was night.