The emotions Fan Xian had to express had already been expressed. The things he should feel regret, grief, and determination for had already turned into new slurry in his mind. His sister had also talked about the true reason she had come to find him, so he would not continue staying with these graves. The group of people quickly climbed back into the carriages and drove toward Jingdou. On the carriage, he listened intently to his sister's narration about what exactly happened at the manor. His furrowed brows gradually loosened. The matter was much simpler than he had imagined. It couldn't be considered a big deal.
Any matter involving the Jingdou magistrate should have been a major deal. In Fan Xian's eyes, these clashes in officialdom truly did not matter much and were only a little troublesome.
