Chapter 10, The Young Man in Blue

While others were discussing it fervently, only Bai Xiaobi understood the reason behind it. As for the dream that was supposedly sent, the relocation of the grave was clearly proposed by Wen Hai; they had planned it long ago. In fact, the grave of Old Master Fan was merely an empty grave, and the coffin was only retrieved from the water last night. They immediately transported it here for burial, and now they are merely putting on a show to deceive outsiders.

Currently, young nobles and even impoverished scholars love to use folding fans, as they symbolize their elegant status. Wen Hai also possesses one, but it is slightly different from those of ordinary people. He rarely opens the fan, and in comparison, it exudes more grandeur than charm. For him, the folding fan is no longer a fashionable ornament, but rather a handy item. The closed fan reveals nothing of the calligraphy or paintings within, much like his own character—reserved and elusive. In comparison, it exudes more grandeur than charm; for him, the folding fan is no longer a fashionable ornament, but rather a handy item. The closed fan reveals nothing of the calligraphy or paintings within, much like his own character—reserved and elusive.

It is said that Madam Fan has been dreaming frequently lately, dreaming of Old Master Fan returning, saying that he is not at peace in the underworld and wishes to move to a new residence

Zhu Quan smiled and nodded at her

No one noticed that the young man in the green robe was slowly lowering his brows, watching her depart into the distance

In the distance, Wen Hai stood side by side with Master Fan, their expressions calm and unperturbed.

Zhu Quan slowly picked up his bundle and stood up, looking at the courtyard gate with a bitter smile: "I have been harmed by them for ten years, and I, Zhu Quan, have finally endured to the end. Now that my master has broken the previous feng shui, I should naturally be well again"

Bai Xiaobi tightly pressed her lips together, her fists gradually clenching in her sleeves. Just as Zhu Quan had said, he had such great abilities; not only did he have the intention to help, but he also found a better place for the Fan family to bury their ancestors. Fan Ba's official position would surely grow larger, and he had personally guaranteed that "there would definitely be good news within a month." Her father had met a tragic end, and now she had to watch helplessly as the enemy gained power. It was frustrating that as a daughter, she had no abilities of her own. When would she be able to avenge her father's death?

Today, the noodles have surprisingly been prepared in advance, neatly packed in a large cloth bag and placed against the wall. Sitting on a tall stool by the wall is an elderly man in gray clothing, his white hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, a blue cloth bundle resting on his lap, exuding an air of leisure.

From a distance, the sound of firecrackers erupted, and the area was crowded with common people, among whom were the figures of monks and Taoist priests. The scene was quite grand. The mountain resembled a fierce tiger, with its front paws resting on the ground, and indeed, there was a new grave at the tiger's mouth. It turned out that the Fan family had already buried the coffin and remains in the early hours, and at this moment, they were conducting a ritual and performing ceremonies.

Indeed, a master has been invited, as evidenced by the sight of such a fine piece of land

I believe their family has committed too many wrongdoings, which is why..." Having said half a sentence, the person quickly fell silent and nonchalantly glanced around.

He looked over, and Bai Xiaobi looked back, their gazes meeting perfectly.

At dawn, as the sky began to brighten, a commotion erupted outside. Bai Xiaobi, having not slept well all night, stepped out with dark circles under her eyes. She noticed that many neighbors were flocking in one direction. Upon inquiring, she learned that the Fan family was burying their late grandfather's remains, which had been moved during the night. Although the people of Menjing County harbored great resentment towards Fan Baitai, whenever the Fan family engaged in any new activity, they would still rush to see the spectacle, as long as it did not affect them directly.

Aside from possessing a hint of mystery, his demeanor is no different from that of an ordinary person. Standing amidst the crowd, he is utterly unremarkable; one would hardly notice his face without a careful look. However, Bai Xiaobi always feels that this ordinariness is excessive, revealing a certain intentionality, a deliberate concealment. From the implications in his words, it seems he also understands feng shui. Could he be yet another geography expert? And books.

Just now, she was only focused on the young man and did not realize that someone was also watching her. Bai Xiaobi instinctively raised her face to look over.

Today, he is clearly different from usual; he is no longer that disheveled blind old man. He appears invigorated, as if he has transformed into a different person. Not only is he dressed in clean clothes, but his beard is also neatly groomed, his back is no longer hunched, and his complexion has improved... and then there are those eyes...

Bai Xiaobi finally showed a look of shock, exclaiming: "Uncle Zhu, your eyes! You..."

Curious, the young man has already noticed someone watching him and turned his face.

That gaze was actually very gentle and pure, devoid of any hint of mockery, yet Bai Xiaobi still felt inexplicably repulsed, uncomfortable all over. Under his gaze, the crowd around her seemed to fade into nothingness, leaving her alone in the entire venue. She knew that her dislike for him was unreasonable, but for some reason, Bai Xiaobi just found him displeasing. She couldn't immediately withdraw her gaze, as that would make her seem guilty, so she slightly shifted her eyes to the left, looking past him, pretending to observe the distant crowd. She knew that her dislike for him was unreasonable, but for some reason, Bai Xiaobi just found him displeasing. She couldn't immediately withdraw her gaze, as that would make her seem guilty, so she slightly shifted her eyes to the left, looking past him, pretending to observe the distant crowd.

He smiled with a side profile, seemingly exchanging a few words with the young lady Xiangxiang beside him

The fierce tiger descends the mountain; he truly does not wish to offend Fan Batian. Bai Xiaobi was momentarily stunned, yet still unable to let go, and followed the crowd out of the city to take a look

How could one disturb a grave in such a manner?

Out of the corner of her eye, Bai Xiaobi caught sight of something. She was already troubled by the matter concerning the Wen family and the Fan family, and her irritation grew. What was he looking at? Did he think of her as one of those girls from the brothel? Remembering that night, with the snow-white cloak reflecting the moonlight and the gentle, caring voice, she felt even more sorrowful, and her mood worsened.

The voice was extremely faint, yet Bai Xiaobi was attentive, listening clearly without missing a word. Doubts began to arise in his heart; what could Zhengyuan be? Could he be referring to Wen Hai?

The sound clearly entered her ears, and Bai Xiaobi was momentarily taken aback. Turning her face, she saw a young man, around seventeen or eighteen years old, standing with his arms crossed. He wore an unremarkable blue outfit, and his attire was nothing special. However, his face was so beautiful that it was difficult to describe; truly, the phrase "as beautiful as jade" could not do it justice. His long, exquisite eyebrows slanted elegantly towards his temples, with a vivid red mole at the tip. His eyes were bright like autumn waters, gazing intently at the new grave in the distance.

Bai Xiaobi almost did not recognize him, surprised: "You... Uncle Zhu?"

To curry favor and seek power for the Fan family, Bai Xiaobi turned her face away

A charming face, with a smile in his eyes that completely conceals any other expression. Today, he has changed into a white garment, complemented by an exquisite embroidered belt inlaid with beautiful jade, and holding an ink wash folding fan in his hand, making him even more handsome and elegant, a remarkable talent.

Looking again at the distant Master Fan, he was instructing the monks and Taoists performing the rituals, wearing a smug smile. Bai Xiaobi was filled with hatred; at this rate, when would she be able to avenge her father? Her eyes unknowingly turned red, and she did not want to stay here for another moment. Suddenly, she thought of Zhu Quan, who was blind and unable to move, and surely had not come. Thus, she turned around and quickly walked back.

The distant warm sea seemed to glance this way as well

The young man's eyes sparkled as he gazed thoughtfully at the distant warm sea, and after a while, he murmured to himself: "Zhengyuan Meeting?"

It seems that someone is looking this way from not far to the left

Those eyes seemed like an unfathomable abyss, containing many complex things. The gaze appeared gentle and friendly, yet faintly concealed a hint of doubt and probing, which was strikingly incongruous with his youthful appearance, devoid of any trace of youthful innocence. Such a gaze is typically possessed only by those with rich life experiences. Bai Xiaobi realized her rudeness and hurriedly averted her gaze, lowering her head.

Not sure if I heard it wrong, the young man in blue beside me let out a low laugh