Fung Zi-jing never expected that the task assigned by the Earl would be completed so smoothly this time. He originally thought that since young master Fan Xian did not have a respectable identity, he would definitely be very resistant to going to Kyoto to provoke the Second Madam, and would definitely try every means to delay his stay in Danzhou. He didn't expect that this young master would agree to the Earl's request as if he didn't care at all.

He had learned of the Old Madam's decision to stay in Danzhou early in the morning, but he didn't take it seriously. As long as that illegitimate young master followed him and his men back to Kyoto, it would be fine. As for the Old Madam, since she liked the seaside, let her spend her remaining years here. Anyway, the Earl hadn't requested that the entire manor move back to Kyoto this time.

The black three-carriage carriage was parked in front of the manor. The coachman's seat had a blue cushion, a combination of blue and black, which looked quite beautiful. The entrance was already crowded with residents of Danzhou City. Seeing this moving formation, they had already gathered around, inquiring from all sides only to learn that young master Fan of the Fan family was returning to Kyoto today.

Although the residents of Danzhou Port possessed all the shortcomings that humans should have, such as jealousy and sharp tongues, they had often seen the young master Fan, who didn't look like a young master, wandering the streets and shouting on the rooftops over the past ten years, and some feelings had naturally arisen. Now that they heard that he was leaving, going to such a prosperous place as Kyoto, and knowing that he would probably never return, they naturally felt some sorrow.

A large group of people waited in front of the Earl's manor, waiting for Fan Xian to step out of this home for the last time.

But they waited for a long time, and still didn't see that beautiful face with a gentle smile that it always wore.

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The backyard was a flurry of activity, and Fan Xian leaned against a pillar with a smile, watching the maids busy themselves. One of the maids shouted, "Toothbrush, the toothbrush was forgotten." This shout made the maids search for a long time again.

After he came to this world, he didn't make any major inventions, but he just made the toothbrush more comfortable, changed the horse tail toothbrush that people liked to use into a boar bristle brush, and at the same time made the pillow softer, replacing the hard pillow with cotton. He also made a showerhead for showering, suspended behind the bedroom.

There were many, many more, but for the time being, it seemed that only a small part of them could be taken to Kyoto.

He didn't know how long it took, but after several large packages had filled the last carriage to the brim, Fan Xian finally supported the Old Madam and walked slowly out of the manor with a smile on his face.

After cupping his hands to the surrounding folks, Fan Xian wasn't surprised to see Si Si with slightly red eyes in the crowd, presumably she had cried last night.

Fan Xian wore a long gown today, which was a rare occurrence. He lifted the front of his robe, fell to the ground, and kowtowed to the Old Madam.

After standing up, he again used a method that was completely inconsistent with the etiquette of the time, hugged the Old Madam tightly in his arms, kissed her wrinkled forehead hard, and then said softly: "Grandma, find a good family for Si Si, at least one like Dong'er."

The servants of the whole manor pretended not to see the young master's mischievous appearance.

The Old Madam was also greatly shocked, never expecting that her grandson, who had always been calm and sensible, would have such a mischievous side. She tapped his forehead and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about? I will naturally take care of these things."

Scanning his gaze across these familiar faces, Fan Xian smiled slightly and cupped his hands in salute to all directions: "Thank you all for your hard work over the years."

How dare the servants and maids accept the salute, and quickly avoided it.

The Old Madam suddenly said with a smile: "Let's go, don't make your father anxious in Kyoto. As for Si Si... if you live comfortably in Kyoto in the future, I'll let her come and join you."

Fan Xian was taken aback. Before he could explain anything, he was confusedly helped into the carriage. As the wheels rumbled, the carriage slowly drove out of Danzhou City.

The sky was bright and clear, and above the blue sky, white clouds were like silk, extraordinarily beautiful.

The carriage passed the closed grocery store and passed the tofu stall in the distance. Fan Xian lifted the curtain, looked at the young woman at the tofu stall and the little girl who could already run around beside her, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he sat back in his seat.

Under the seat was an old black leather suitcase.

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The grocery store with the worst business in Danzhou City finally closed down. The residents of the city casually said a few words, guessing that the blind boss would probably be lonely and destitute in the future. After sympathizing for a few words, they began to shift the topic to the young master Fan who had just left the small city not long ago. People speculated on what kind of position the Earl would arrange for his illegitimate son after he entered Kyoto.

At this time, Fan Xian was lying in the spacious carriage. This carriage was in the middle of the convoy, covered with bedding that he had prepared himself. It was very soft and he couldn't feel too many bumps. He would naturally guess the real reason why his father let him enter Kyoto, so he invited Fung Zi-jing, the leader of this group of guards, in for a chat.

Fung Zi-jing sat on the other side of the carriage with a sullen face, not knowing where to put his feet, afraid of dirtying the snow-white bedding next to him. He felt really uncomfortable in his heart. It seemed that this master was also a spendthrift, no better than the young masters in Kyoto.

Fan Xian stretched comfortably, squinted his eyes, looked at this middle-aged man who was obviously quite strong, and asked: "Fung Da, we're already far away from Danzhou, can you tell me, why exactly did my father let me enter Kyoto this time?"

Fung Zi-jing hesitated, seemingly unable to say something.

Fan Xian smiled, his eyes clear and bright, looked into his eyes, and said softly: "You also know my background, so I can't help but worry a little."

Fung Zi-jing squeezed out a smile and replied respectfully: "Young master thinks too much. This time, the master is taking the young master to Kyoto to prepare for the young master's future."

Fan Xian waved his hand and shook his head: "There are only two of us in the carriage, why bother to hide anything?" He suddenly laughed: "If you refuse to tell me, maybe I'll jump out of the car and run away later."

Fung Zi-jing laughed: "Young master likes to joke."

Before he could finish speaking, Fan Xian coldly interrupted: "Sometimes I don't like to joke."

Fung Zi-jing's heart skipped a beat, thinking, could this be serious? If you really didn't want to enter Kyoto, that's something everyone could guess, so why didn't you object in front of the Old Madam when you were in Danzhou City? He looked at the delicate-looking young man in front of him, and felt that the other party was not simple at all.

Fan Xian would naturally not really run away. Although he also knew that there probably wouldn't be too many good things waiting for him in Kyoto, the life of a wealthy idler for so many years had long since deprived him of the courage to venture into the pugilistic world. Living in desolate mountains and dilapidated temples and suffering hardships did not suit his personality.

He came to this world to enjoy life.

And he was very willing to go to Kyoto to take a look, so when the Earl of Sinan sent someone to pick him up, he never thought of objecting. But this didn't mean that he wouldn't be curious about what was hidden behind this matter.

After a long silence, Fung Zi-jing finally couldn't stand the ice-like tranquility in the carriage, and said: "Young master, the reason why we are in a hurry to take you back to Kyoto this time is actually because the master has prepared a marriage for you."

Fan Xian looked at him, and only spoke after a long time: "A marriage?"