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Liu Ruyu smiled and looked at Chen Qingfeng.
Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly and bowed deeply:
"As long as Auntie is happy."
After their conversation, Fan Ruoruo took Chen Qingfeng to see Fan Jian.
Fan Jian's expression became somewhat complicated upon seeing Chen Qingfeng.
Others may not know, but he knows it very well.
Chen Qingfeng is Ye Qingmei's son and Fan Xian's older brother.
"Qingfeng, I don't care what you did in Kyoto before."
"I only hope that after you marry Ruoruo, you will live up to my expectations. She is my only daughter, so you must treat her well!"
Chen Qingfeng nodded and said with a smile:
"I will treat Ruoruo well!"
……
Soon, the banquet at the Qun family's residence began.
Eight gilded glass lamps illuminated the main hall, and a Suzhou-embroidered brocade tablecloth covered the sandalwood octagonal table.
Fan Jian specially ordered someone to bring out his treasured "Sky Blue After Rain" glazed porcelain tableware.
Each bowl and plate was decorated with dark silver cloud patterns along its edge.
The gilded clock in the corner of the hall struck the first quarter of the hour of You (5-7 PM).
Fan Sizhe had taken the last seat early on, and the newly hung mutton-fat jade pendant at his waist jingled as he excitedly shook it.
Liu Ruyu personally served the dishes, and the lotus pattern on her moon-white Hangzhou silk jacket rippled like water as she moved.
Fan Jian sat in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over his daughter who was pouring tea for Chen Qingfeng.
Fan Ruoruo styled her hair in a "Jinghu" bun, and the kingfisher feather hairpin with its tassels shimmered in varying shades of blue in the candlelight as she poured tea.
"Ruoruo, where's your brother?"
"Why didn't he come?"
Upon hearing this, Fan Ruoruo was slightly surprised and quickly said:
"I sent someone to invite him before, but he said he wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be coming to eat."
Upon hearing what Fan Ruoruo said, Fan Jian looked slightly embarrassed and quickly glanced at Chen Qingfeng:
"Qingfeng, don't mind it."
"That's just how Fan Xian is."
Chen Qingfeng smiled calmly, not taking it to heart.
After a good meal and drinks, the family dinner came to an end.
As the maids cleared away the leftover food, Fan Sizhe was pestering Chen Qingfeng for advice on matters concerning the Tianya Bookstore.
At this moment, Fan Jian stepped forward and coughed lightly twice.
Upon seeing this, Fan Sizhe immediately understood what was happening and quickly retreated.
"Qingfeng, come with me!"
Fan Jian glanced at Chen Qingfeng, uttered those words, and then walked straight to his study.
Chen Qingfeng glanced at Fan Ruoruo, who was standing to the side.
Fan Ruoruo looked bewildered and had no idea what her father wanted to talk to Chen Qingfeng about alone.
After a slight pause, Chen Qingfeng didn't think much of it and followed Fan Jian into the study.
Once they arrived at the study, Fan Jian didn't rush to talk to Chen Qingfeng.
His gaze fell on a framed portrait displayed in the study.
On the rice paper, the woman's posture holding a sword is like a frozen sword dance, and the ink is still as sharp and new as ever after more than a decade.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist.
A stroke of blue ink, applied to the brow, suddenly rises, its sharpness halting just before the brow is furrowed.
The almond-shaped eyes are created using the "separation of water and texture" technique, with a small blank space the size of a grain of rice left in the pupil of the left eye, resembling a container of starlight.
The lips are painted with vermilion mixed with gold powder, and the lower lip is slightly thicker than the upper lip, just like when one is about to smile but hasn't yet.
Upon seeing the portrait, Chen Qingfeng immediately recognized the woman in it as none other than his mother, Ye Qingmei.
Earlier, he had led the experts from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion to bring Ye Qingmei out of the tomb.
Her appearance was almost identical to that of the woman in the portrait.
"My mother is truly stunningly beautiful."
"I don't know how many people she has captivated."
Chen Qingfeng sighed inwardly.
Just then, Fan Jian suddenly asked:
"Qingfeng, you...you know about your past?"
As he spoke, he slowly turned around and stared straight at Chen Qingfeng.
Chen Qingfeng didn't hide anything and nodded, saying:
"know."
“I am the son of the person in this painting.”
Fan Jian was shocked upon hearing Chen Qingfeng's reply.
He just had that feeling.
Unexpectedly, when asked, Chen Qingfeng actually knew the answer.
"Did Chen Pingping tell you?"
After a slight pause, Fan Jian asked this question.
Chen Qingfeng did not answer, but only smiled slightly.
Seeing this, Fan Jian seemed to understand something, and then, without hiding anything, he recounted what had happened back then...
"Back then, Wu Zhu couldn't save you."
"I thought you would not escape death under the Empress's poisonous hand."
"Who would have thought that when Chen Pingping rushed to Taiping Villa, you had the aura of a holy dragon, with three golden dragons protecting you."
"That's probably why I protected your life."
"..."
After speaking, Fan Jian's expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice:
"Not long ago, the Empress was kidnapped at Luofeng Slope."
"The one who attacked her was a Grandmaster. Even with Ye Liuyun in charge, the Empress was still kidnapped."
"Aomine, the waters in Kyoto run deep."
Now that you know about your background, you should learn how to protect yourself.
"Only when one's own safety is guaranteed can one plot other things."
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Chen Qingfeng nodded, knowing that Fan Jian was worried that after learning about his background, he might do something foolish in a moment of impulse.
“I’ve been thinking about this a few days now.”
"Who on earth has such great power that he could instruct a Grandmaster to kidnap the Empress?"
"Even Chen Pingping didn't have this ability."
"I suppose it's not just me who's confused, everyone else is too..."
Before Fan Jian could finish speaking, Chen Qingfeng suddenly interrupted:
"The Empress was kidnapped by my men."
Chen Qingfeng's words were spoken in a very calm tone, but to Fan Jian, they were like a thunderclap.
His voice caught in his throat, his cloudy pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Chen Qingfeng.
After a long pause, Fan Jian finally asked, his lips trembling:
"You...what did you say?"
"Did you send people to kidnap the Empress?"
"Is that Grandmaster one of your men?"
Chen Qingfeng did not deny what Fan Jian said, and nodded, saying:
"Yes."
"It was I who sent a Grandmaster to take action at Luofeng Slope and kidnap the Empress."
"I already know everything about my background and the truth behind the tragedy at Taiping Villa."
"I will not let anyone who harmed my mother get away with it."
As he said this, Chen Qingfeng's expression suddenly turned cold and fierce, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and the temperature in the study seemed to drop sharply at that moment.
Upon hearing what Chen Qingfeng said, Fan Jian was greatly shocked.
This time, Chen Qingfeng was invited to the mansion.
One reason was to meet her future son-in-law.
Secondly, he also knew Chen Qingfeng's true identity and wanted to remind him.
If Chen Qingfeng already knows the truth about many things, he must be very careful.