Chapter 220 Fan Xian’s parents.

Chen Pingping knew what kind of person Wuzhu was. It was difficult for him to change. He rarely expressed his emotions. But this time, Chen Pingping heard anger in him, which was rare.

Wu Zhu said abruptly: "I will wait here for Yingzi to come back, and then kill him."

Only then did Chen Pingping realize that Yingzi had not told him the truth.

After injuring Fan Xian yesterday, he must have been aware of Wu Zhu in the dark, and that's why he fled.
Wu Zhu might have been worried about Fan Xian's safety, or maybe he thought that Yingzi was Chen Pingping's man, so he didn't kill Yingzi on the spot and managed to endure the night.

"After I die, Shadow will be loyal to Fan Xian." Chen Pingping silently stated the final bargaining chip.

There were obvious bulges on the part of Wuzhu's face covered by the black cloth, and they were moving, as if he was thinking seriously. Thinking about the fact that he had recently gone to Jiangnan to look for the things left by the young lady, and there was no one guarding Fan Xian, perhaps this shadow could fill in similar situations in the future?
"can!"

Chen Pingping breathed a sigh of relief. Now Shadow was the only person he could rely on. Without his help, many things Chen Pingping wanted to do would not be so easy.

Seeing that the crisis was temporarily resolved, he looked at the servant who was lying unconscious on the ground, and decided to make things more difficult for Fan Jian.

"It is Fan Jian who is shameless. He knew that the fire was set by His Majesty, but he still asked Fan Xian to rush up to rescue His Majesty."

"I know about this." Wu Zhu seemed to be looking at Chen Pingping's hunched body in the wheelchair. "Are you trying to take this opportunity to kill the Queen Mother?"

Chen Pingping fell silent after hearing this, and said after a moment:

"That's not the case. I have investigated for many years and have not found any evidence to prove that the Queen Mother directly attacked the young lady! Besides, she is Fan Xian's grandmother after all."

Wu Zhu waved his hand to interrupt Chen Pingping who was about to say something else and said, "If I have evidence, I will kill her no matter what Fan Xian does."

"I see!"

Chen Pingping smiled and nodded. This was not a big deal as long as Fan Xian didn't know about it.

It's simple, isn't it?
"Master! The carriage is ready. Are you still dealing with business?"

Hearing the servant's call outside the door, Chen Pingping turned around and wanted to say something to Wuzhu, but found that Wuzhu had disappeared from the garden.

"What's going on! Someone come, come quickly! Protect the master!" The groom who came in shouted loudly at the servant who fell to the ground.

"nothing!"

Chen Pingping sat in a wheelchair, his hands intertwined and placed on his unconscious legs, and said calmly: "He just fainted. Carry him into the room to rest. Let's set off now!"

"This..." The driver hadn't reacted yet, but seeing that Chen Pingping was safe and sound, he nodded and started to get busy with the two guards.

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Fan Mansion.

Although Fan Xian had not slept the previous night, he still looked energetic. He looked at the mosquito-proof curtains around the bed and the finely woven silk threads on them, and was in awe of the ingenuity of the working people.

Maybe it was because he had been unconscious when he was injured. From the moment he opened his eyes, he couldn't sleep well and kept reviewing the whole incident in his mind.

Seeing many maids still busy in the room and outside, Fan Xian waved his hand to let them all leave, and only told Director Chen to invite him to his courtyard when the time comes.

"My husband, you are injured now, and this is also your home. Do you still think this is the Overwatch Council or you are the Chief Secretary? Listen to me, leave my two personal maids here, so they can take care of you nearby."

Lin Wan'er said softly with a hint of complaint.

Although she had been learning how to take care of a person after marrying Fan Xian, taking care of the wounded seemed a bit difficult for her.

"My husband, I need to talk to my father and Dean Chen later. It's not good to keep anyone here." Fan Xian smiled bitterly. He felt a little upset because there were so many people hanging around him. He couldn't concentrate on thinking about the problem.

I don't know how many of these servants are spies hired by His Majesty, the Queen Mother, or the ladies in the palace. Otherwise, the palace wouldn't know about every little thing at home. Hearing the noise outside, Fan Xian still emphasized: "Wan'er, you should go out too."

"But!"

"After my husband has finished talking about things, I promise you that I will obey you and let you do whatever you want until my injury heals. How about that?"

Lin Wan'er bit her lip, as if she had thought of something fun. Her serious face softened and she sighed softly, "Okay then."

After helping Fan Xian lie upright on the bow, Lin Wan'er walked out of the room, looking back every few steps.

He greeted Chen Pingping in the wheelchair, bowed slightly, and went to the kitchen to check on the chicken soup.

At the door of the room. Chen Pingping wiped his face with a stiff expression, making the smile on his face softer and more sincere. This state seemed to be more nervous than meeting Emperor Qing.

I don't know how he did it, but the threshold of the room did not pose any difficulty for the old man in the wheelchair and he entered the room.

"This is the first time I enter your room." Chen Pingping opened her thin lips slightly, breaking the brief silence, "Where is Fan Jian? I thought he would be here."

"He will be here soon. Are you worried that he will blame you?"

Seeing that Fan Xian seemed to have guessed a lot, Chen Pingping's smile grew even brighter.

"Why should I worry about his accusations? He is also responsible in this matter!"

Fan Xian smiled bitterly when he heard this. He didn't expect that there was something about his father here. Shaking his head, Fan Xian asked directly, "I want to know the whole truth of this matter!"

Chen Pingping nodded and said, "Your Majesty set a ridiculous fire, so all the people hiding in the darkness sensitively smelled an opportunity. There are too many coincidences in this matter. They don't know each other, let alone have any connection. It's just that this group of resolute and brave people have a tacit understanding. Without any connection, they made unusually beautiful moves one after another, using the lives of others to create opportunities for their own moves."

"As long as they can kill His Majesty, why would they care about their own lives?"

"That's right!" Chen Pingping pushed the wheelchair to Fan Xian and whispered, "This is a magical game. We only saw the beginning. The ending was just a coincidence."

"To eradicate the Ye family?" Fan Xian asked curiously. Although the man in front of him was indifferent to human life, what made Fan Xian most angry was that.

"Even you can see it clearly, but unfortunately many people in Kyoto cannot see it clearly, or they don't want to see it clearly?" Chen Pingping's eyes softened as he pulled up the fallen quilt for Fan Xian and added, "Your Majesty did this for the Ye family and even more for the eldest princess."

Fan Xian nodded silently.

Although his face was calm, he was already sweating in his heart. Combining Li An's letter, he had guessed the various intentions in this matter. The Emperor's methods were really vulgar and shameless.

He took a deep breath when he thought of this, and he didn't know if it affected the wound.

"You old dog! Don't you know my son is injured?"

Fan Jian, who had just entered the room, saw Fan Xian enduring the pain, so he yelled at Chen Pingping and scolded him. He felt unsatisfied, so he pushed Chen Pingping aside and sat beside Fan Xian's bed to adjust his lying position.

There was only a sneer on Chen Pingping's face.

"Some people, in order to deepen Fan Xian's favor with His Majesty, are not willing to let Fan Xian go into danger?"

"Humph, it seems like some people have the leisure to arrange an assassination! And they are a ninth-grade swordsman!"

Fan Xian had a bitter smile on his face.

You two, if you want to argue, can you go outside and do it?

(End of this chapter)