Vol 1 Chapter 13 (2/2)
After lunch, Fan Xian returned to his bedroom and went back to that complicated question Should he continue to cultivate this potent and dangerous inner energy?
He gripped the yellow book in his hand tightly, troubled
However, before that, his first priority was that poem he let slipped accidentally in the study
“The Ugly Slave, the Wall on the road to Shu Bo Mountain” (This was a shi+tty direct translation heh heh ~MCM) ritten in a fit of melancholy by Xin Qi Ji after he was banished It was a poem Fan Xian was really faotten hied to convince Teacher Fei with that crappilyseen Fei Jie’s expression, it seeinal author of the poem was a salt peddler
Fan Xian was not excessively particular about iaris deal In his opinion, since these poems are only known by him in this world, it would be a waste if he does not make full use of them
Having arrived in this world a few years ago, he has had enough ti a pro his other plans, he aihest positions one could possibly attain in this land
While plotting, he has repeatedly told hier, a preserver, an advocate of free knowledge
He was, however, reluctant to merely copy the works and claiht for hiinal author from the previous world
Which hat this five year old child should have done today in the study; if he really felt the urge to plagiarise, he should have at least copied Luo Bin wang’s cheery “Goose, Goose, Goose”, which ay enius Fan he had pictured of himself
And yet, as a kid, he had unwittingly recited the words “And so, though they live in sufferance, they could only speak of joy and beauty”
This type of verse did not belong to a boy genius It belongs to a world-weary traveler who looks fine, but has had three hundred and fifteen cracks upon his heart, with every crack holding a sorrowful story of each seasons (I paraphrased the last sentence, which was literally “every crack has the four seasons written on it, sorrowful as hell” ~MCM)
(Nah, I kid “Sorrowful as demons” ~MCM)
Fan Xian began to fall prey to his biological clock while he was day-drea and slip into a sweet sleep Like usual, he entered a y that Fei Jie disapprovingly deeerous and extremely potent
And it was then that Fan Xian gave up Since sleeping was equivalent to training, then what the heck? Let’s just wait and see; we’ll only talk about it when I really do explode
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As Fan Xian was taking his afternoon nap, Teacher Fei was continuing his unfinished letter froht before
There were already a few lines with dried ink on the paper which ht
“……This child is prettier than ent than most, more determined than most and even more mature than st his peers in the Qin nation, he would hide in the furthest part of the crowd, but he would also be the quickest to identify Froed that Master’s inheritance would be est issue now is the situation of his birth……” (Because MC is an illegitimate kid ~MCM)
The sentence trailed off there He had only written until that point when Fan Xian cay
Recalling the poehed deeply Focusing once more on his letter, he continued to write
“……”though they live in sufferance, they could only speak of joy and beauty” Having lived all these years, I find it difficult to believe it was uttered by a five year old,master was really flustered and hesitated to maintain eye contact when he told hout the entire tiether The h I am with him every day, I have yet to see how this Xin Qi Ji could have met him in secret”
As a postscript, he wrote, “Ask the ate the identity of the salt peddler known as Xin Qi Ji and why he chose to interact with the youngmaster was particularly flustered over the poeent matter, make haste”
Fei Jie finished by signing at the bottoe
A few days later, there was a massive mobilisation of operatives fro a particular salt peddler A large nual salt peddlers were rounded up as a result and brought before the High Court of Qin Yet, that specific salt peddler Xin was not found According to the rumours from the Capital, the widely feared Director of the Eation was extremely incensed by this matter and punished the entire Bureau for three months Not even the field operatives were spared
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God pity the fool who is also named Xin Qi Ji in this world…