The Fan siblings chose a restaurant called "Yi Shi Ju," which was one of the most upscale and extravagant places in Kyoto. Therefore, around noon, it was always filled with wealthy merchants and officials, talented scholars and beautiful women, who came to enjoy wine and conversation. One could only wonder where those scholars earned their money and how those women were willing to show their faces in public. In any case, the third floor was a place of tranquility, and one could not ascend without proper status.

Everyone knew that the third floor of Yi Shi Ju was reserved for those with status, so conflicts and contradictions rarely occurred. After all, Kyoto was not small, and the hidden connections within the officialdom were complex. Who knew the true relationships behind anyone?

The one who had just refuted the "Fan Xian's Stalls Publication Theory" was indeed a genuine scholar, named He Zongwei. He was known for his talent and greatly admired by the scholars of Kyoto, which made him somewhat arrogant at heart. A few days ago, He Zongwei had seen the *Hong Lou Meng* (Dream of the Red Chamber) at a friend's place. Although he greatly disapproved of the book's intentions and did not think the poems within were anything special, he still greatly admired the author's meticulous effort in writing hundreds of thousands of words.

Today, he had come to the restaurant, and after a few cups of yellow wine, he was in a slight stupor. He overheard a few ignorant young people in the next room making wild and disrespectful remarks about *Hong Lou Meng*. He was enraged and uttered those words.

Just then, the three members of the Fan family had finished their meal and were idly chatting while drinking tea. Upon hearing those words, Fan Sizhe thought of the boast he had made earlier and felt that the other party's criticism of Fan Xian was a slight to his own face, and he was filled with rage. Born into the prominent Fan family, he was incomparably noble and had always run rampant in the streets. How could he tolerate the idle talk of these impoverished scholars? He threw open the curtain and dashed into the hall on the third floor.

Fan Xian thought that since he was new to the capital, it would be best to keep a low profile and asked his sister with his eyes. Fan Ruoruo knew what he was thinking, smiled, and shook her head, indicating that Fan Sizhe probably wouldn't go too far.

In the past year or two, Fan Sizhe had grown older and, under Fan Ruoruo's constant admonishments, had become slightly more sensible. The games of smashing and robbing in the streets had mostly disappeared, which was why she felt so reassured.

Fan Sizhe rushed into the hall and, with accurate eyes, picked out He Zongwei from the crowd. He staggered over to the scholar and snorted, "Did you say those words just now?"

"What if I did?" He Zongwei's complexion was dark, and his facial features were prominent, making him look somewhat ugly. He saw someone rush out from the room and knew that his words had offended someone. However, looking at the arrogant demeanor of this young nobleman, he was filled with passion and coldly said, "Such a young age, speaking with such a lack of manners. I wonder which family raised you."

Although this talented scholar He had a wide circle of friends in Kyoto, he had never met the twelve-year-old Fan Sizhe, so his courage was strong.

Fan Sizhe had only intended to say a few harsh words, but when he heard the word "manners," he thought of his mother's usual scolding and angrily retorted, "Who is this rude fellow from which family!"

He had already forgotten his sister's daily teachings and jumped up to slap the man's face.

He Zongwei never expected that someone would dare to be so tyrannical in such a refined place as Yi Shi Ju. In a hurry, he stepped back and dodged the slap, but the blue scarf on his head was pulled loose, making him look somewhat disheveled.

Those at the same table as He Zongwei were all well-known scholars, and there was even a distinguished figure among them. Seeing this situation, they couldn't help but be furious and said, "How dare you be so presumptuous in broad daylight? Is there still any law in your eyes?"

"Law?" Fan Sizhe coldly snorted, "I am the law." After saying this, he clenched his fists and relentlessly struck He Zongwei.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed Fan Sizhe's thin wrist!

Fan Sizhe felt as if his wrist was clamped by a red-hot iron hoop, and the pain went straight to his bones. He couldn't help but cry out, "Aren't you coming to help?"

His guards intended to step forward to assist, but they blurred, and they were struck on the chest and abdomen and retreated miserably!

The one who grabbed Fan Sizhe's wrist was the guard of the gloomy-faced person at the table. This guard had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes held a restrained glint, indicating that he was clearly an expert.

"Throw this child away and don't disturb Brother Zongwei's elegant enjoyment," the gloomy-faced person ordered.

With a flick of his arm, Fan Sizhe was thrown out like a little chicken!

Fan Xian had originally thought that Fan Sizhe would at most quarrel with someone, but he never imagined that the situation would quickly escalate to such an extent. However, thinking that his younger brother was young but domineering and unreasonable, although Ruoruo said that he had been somewhat restrained recently, he still could not shake off the air of a young playboy, so he thought it would be okay for him to suffer a little.

However, he never expected that there would be an expert among them, and that this expert would be so ruthless. This throw contained hidden force, and if it wasn't handled well, it would result in broken bones and spitting blood. Even if Fan Sizhe's behavior was so unbearable, using such a means against a twelve-year-old child was too much.

Without knowing how, Fan Xian had already arrived outside the door. With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed Fan Sizhe's collar, and then, taking advantage of the momentum, he turned his whole body and twisted his right hand clockwise, causing Fan Sizhe to spin in his hands.

One circle, two circles, three circles... Fan Sizhe's body stopped spinning, and he opened his eyes wide with lingering fear, seemingly still not knowing what had happened.

Fan Xian let go of his hand, bitterly smiling as he handed the still dizzy Sizhe to Fan Ruoruo. He stepped forward, looked at the expert with the restrained glint, and said softly, "My younger brother offended you due to his youth, but sir, you have used such a heavy hand, isn't it a bit too much?"

The people at the same table as the talented scholar coldly snorted, not knowing how to respond, after all, the other party was right. Only the gloomy-faced young man was drinking wine with a hint of self-importance, not even looking at Fan Xian.

After straightening his headscarf, He Zongwei felt embarrassed and miserable. Looking at the young man's beautiful face, he inexplicably felt a surge of anger, seemingly finding the other party's smile extremely hateful, and resentfully said, "Such a mischievous child, a little punishment is not too much, is it?"

Fan Xian ignored him, only looking at the expert with a gentle smile, and then took two steps forward. The expert with the restrained glint had previously seen this young master twist his wrist in a circle to dissipate the force, and he felt that the other party was somewhat unfathomable. With a slight frown, he weakly retreated two steps along with Fan Xian's forward steps.

The two moved two steps, revealing Fan Ruoruo's figure behind them, wearing a veil.

Fan Ruoruo was quite famous in Kyoto, and these people in the restaurant had long heard of her name. Some had even seen her from a distance at the poetry meeting at the Junwang Mansion, and some high-ranking officials' children recognized her. They were shocked and greeted her from a distance.

The people at the table confronting Fan Xian now knew the identity of the troublemaking child and could not help but feel a little uneasy. He Zongwei's expression changed slightly after seeing Fan Ruoruo, and he seemed to want to say something.