Volume One: The City by the Sea
-- written by Maoni
Chapter 4: Late Night Visitor
“Are you thinking
about something?”
The little girl
sitting by Fan Xian’s right hand side asked with pouted lips while the two
servant girls were busy setting up the dinner table. The little girl was a bit
skinny and had somewhat darkish skin. Sitting right next to Fan Xian, whose
face was almost as pretty as a girl, the little girl appeared even more pitiful.
Fan Xian reached
out and rubbed the yellowish hair on the little girl’s head.
“I am thinking
about what kind of tasty food you get to eat every day in the Capital City,” he
grinned.
The little girl
was the daughter of the Count of Southernland, Fan Xian’s younger sister. They
shared the same biological father but had different mothers. Her name was Ruo-Ruo.
She had always
been feeble since birth. The Old Madam loved her granddaughter very much, so
she sent for her a year ago and kept her in Danzhou for recuperation. A year
had already gone by and there still wasn’t much of an improvement. The hair on
her head still looked sparse. Born into the family of a government official,
she never lacked warm clothing or good food. Her symptoms must have resulted
from premature labor, not malnutrition.
Fan Xian found
himself quite fond of the little girl. Even though he dealt with her using the
attitude of an uncle, treating her as an adorable little kid, playing with her,
telling her stories, in everyone else’s eyes, such an attitude became the clear
proof of a loving brother-sister relationship.
Nevertheless, due
to Fan Xian’s awkward status – a baseborn son, which is very different from a
legitimate daughter – the servant girls intentionally avoided mentioning anything
regarding the other Count’s Manor in the Capital City.
Since the brother
asked, the little girl sincerely started counting with her fingers the tasty
things she had enjoyed back in the Capital City. The memory of a three-year-old
is surely quite limited, so all she did was to repeat candied haws
and dough figurines
.
It was quite late
when dinner was over. The setting sun was already half hidden by the other side
of the continent, and the dense twilight began to envelop the entire manor.
“Alas! Ruo-Ruo,
you are indeed a Weak-Weak
!”
“Brother is
teasing again!”
“Alright, alright! What story would you like
to hear today?”
“Snow White.”
A big grin suddenly appeared on Fan Xian’s
face out of nowhere. Luckily there was no one else around; otherwise one would
be shocked to spot such a queer grin only capable by grown-ups appearing on the
face of a four year old boy.
“How about a ghost story?”
“No! I don’t want it.” Fan Ruo-Ruo was quite
frightened, shaking her head vigorously. Tears quickly formed around her eyes
and two streams of tears soon rolled down her darkish face. Evidently, she had
been tormented by ghost stories many times in the past year.
Teasing this little girl was only one of Fan
Xian’s many vulgar hobbies. What he was best at was bantering with those
servant girls. He frequently told ghost stories to those youthful blossoming
girls, who always ended up jostling tightly into each other’s embraces
screaming and shivering on top of the bed.
Although it was out of the question for Fan
Xian to flirt with the young girls vocally for the sake of concealing his true
self, he always enjoyed the sweet and tender hugs at these times.
He would always reassure himself with the
argument that as a young kid, he was still in a phase where touching was very desirable.
So what he did was completely normal and warranted, not something shameful.
Every time the servant girls became curious
as to how he could have known so many terrifying stories, Fan Xian would always
make his teacher liable. The direct result was that all the servant girls now
eyed the teacher with a disgruntled look. “The Count is paying a handsome
salary for you to give lessons to the Young Master, yet you teach him ghost
stories. It is already evil to scare a little kid, but it is even more evil to
scare us, the blossoming flowers.”
After the usual evening ghost story telling
was over, the two servant girls, still carrying a mixture of frightened yet
satisfied looks, attended to the little guy’s evening hygiene routines and then
shut the door to let him sleep.
It seemed to be just another ordinary night.
Fan Xian pushed the hard and uncomfortable porcelain
headrest
to the side, and then took out a winter robe from the chest of drawers. Folding
it into a nice rectangular shape, he made himself a “pillow”.
He rested his head against the “pillow”, but
his two eyes remained open. They shined dimly in the dark night as he remained
awake for a long time.
He had accepted the fact that he was reborn into
this world, but he was still not used to the customs. It should have been
around nine o’clock in the evening, and it was not a comfortable feeling to sleep
so early. Besides, he had already slept too much on the sickbed in his previous
life.
He stroked the surface of the bed board with
his hand and felt better with the conclusion that no one could easily spot the
secret casing he had made. As he became more relaxed, naturally, the inner
energy inside him began to circulate gradually and he slowly approached the
state of meditative trance.
“What kind of life should I live in this
world? And how should I spend the next few decades? Maybe I’ll even have many
wives and concubines like an ordinary noble man,” Fan Xian’s mind wandered.
Just on the edge of entering the emptiness
of mind, Fan Xian was suddenly awoken by an unannounced visitor.
……
……
“Are you Fan Xian?”
A man appeared by his bed all of a sudden.
With a grain of abnormal brown in the pupils, his eyes only showed the coldest
apathy, clearly indicating his indifference to life.
The question was actually asked nicely. But
if such a question was asked by someone who had sneaked into your bedroom at
midnight, wearing a mask on his face, holding a dagger in his hand, with a few
small bags pinned to his waist, the question could be very terrifying.
If Fan Xian had been a real four-year-old
boy, he would surely have screamed on the top of his lungs at the first sight
of this queer uncle.
Even if he did all his thinking with his
toes Fan Xian could still comprehend that a night traveler capable of sneaking
into the Count’s Manor without triggering any alarms had to be someone with high
caliber Kung Fu and very possibly, a cruel mind. If he had made any attempt to
scream, most likely the man would not hesitate to break his neck in a split second.
At that thought, Fan Xian couldn’t help but
feel quite pleased with his calmness. Working hard to suppress the growing
uneasiness, he cleared his throat gently. Then putting on the most lovely baby
face he could manage, he threw himself forward!
……
……
“Daddy, you are finally home!”
The four-year-old boy dove into the
assassin’s arms, tears streaming, and held onto his waist tightly. But the
boy’s arms were too short and could not completely circle around the waist. So
instead, he grabbed the man’s robe tightly as though he was afraid the man
would just suddenly disappear.
Perhaps the boy used too much strength when
grabbing the robe, with a tearing sound, a strip of the robe came off.
The man frowned. Without any obvious
movement, he suddenly freed himself from Fan Xian’s hug, and then just stood
there, dumbstruck, as if he was still trying to work on why this baseborn son
of the Count of Southernland had called him Daddy.
Meanwhile, he was also very puzzled. His
robe was the top of the line gear of the Bureau. Even a knife wouldn’t have
easily cut through it. How was the young kid able to easily tear it apart?
Fan Xian was even more baffled, so much so that
he felt as though his heart began to bleed – during times when he managed to be
alone, he had always experimented with the power of the nameless inner energy
inside him using rocks in the rockwork hill in the courtyard. When he found out
that he could almost manage to crush those not-too-hard rocks into bits and
pieces with his tender little fingers, he started building some confidence in
his self-defense ability.
That wasn’t an easy task to lower the man’s
guard with the tears of a four-year-old. Directing all the inner energy to his
fingers, Fan Xian thought he had a pretty good chance to subdue his opponent.
But who could have imaged that all he was able to achieve was to tear a few
strips off the man’s robe.
Something big was bound to happen now.
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