In the Palace, the Emperor once said that he wanted to use Yan Xiaoyi, dared to use Yan Xiaoyi. At that moment, Fan Xian wished desperately that he could extend a microphone forward to ask him, just how are you feeling? Just how is he feeling? When looking at one's heart, be careful it doesn't send one into paroxysms.
Up to now, Fan Xian only had a glimmer of affection for the Emperor. Logically speaking, he didn't have worry so much about the existence of Qing Kingdom and the life and death of the Emperor. For his and his family's future, he had to bend to the task and spare no effort. He had no choice in this.
The carriage drove out of the south gate. The four wheels each bumped over the hard threshold, jolting awake Fan Xian who had been in a daze. Lifting the carriage's curtain, he walked out. As he yawned, he looked toward the official road going south.
