“Master, what exactly is going on with Chu Yanran?”
After calming down, Jiang Qingzhi regained her normal thinking ability, and she looked at Zhou Fan, asking in confusion.
“Didn't she live under your care for over ten years? How could she just leave like that?”
“Alas, Qingzhi, don’t mention Chu Yanran anymore.”
Zhou Fan said with a look of melancholy, “Some people, ah, can never be truly nurtured.”
“Even if you give your all for her, her eyes only see her own interests.”
“Affection, in her eyes, might just be a joke.”
Seeing Zhou Fan’s heartbroken expression, Jiang Qingzhi, in a rush of emotion, immediately said, “Master, you still have me.”
“Hmm?”
“Uh, Master, I mean I will serve you well as a Disciple.”
“Mm.” Zhou Fan saw Jiang Qingzhi’s filial piety was commendable and nodded with satisfaction.
The two then chatted for a while longer, and after confirming the departure time, Jiang Qingzhi left with a flushed face.
One day later.
Sitting in the carriage prepared by Jiang Qingzhi for them, Zhou Fan began to recall matters concerning Kang Wang Jiang Linfeng.
Kang Wang, as a contemporary of Zhou Fan, had now reached the age of seventy.
Kang Wang was a person who lived a leisurely and carefree life, with his greatest hobbies being listening to music in pleasure houses, followed by befriending various Jianghu heroes.
Interestingly, although he yearned for the Jianghu, he never practiced martial arts.
The reason, of course, was because he was lazy.
According to him, the Jianghu he yearned for was nothing more than beautiful women and strong wine, living a free and unrestrained life, plus three to five good friends.
And he already had all these things, so why bother with the hard work of practicing martial arts?
Wouldn't listening to music in pleasure houses be more enjoyable in that time?
This was Kang Wang, an ordinary Prince with no grand ambitions, whose mind only contained large bosoms.
And precisely because Kang Wang truly had no grand ambitions, was harmless, and always granted the Emperor’s requests, he was able to become the only remaining Prince of the Da Qian Dynasty.
That’s right, the Da Qian Dynasty only had one Kang Wang Residence left, because the former Emperor of the Da Qian Dynasty had some unknown feud with the Princes.
During his reign, he managed to make the Kang Wang Residence the only remaining princely residence of the Da Qian Dynasty by eliminating one Prince every three years on average.
Thinking of this, Zhou Fan recalled how the Son of Destiny, Ye Fan, caused chaos in the world after becoming the Martial Forest Alliance Leader, and then installed a Puppet Prince as Emperor.
According to the timeline, Ye Fan’s Master, Qin Fan, should have just had his family exterminated, and Ye Fan was currently in the state of a highly filial son, searching for a new Master.
Alas, it's unknown which reclusive Innate was so unlucky as to be taken as a Master by Ye Fan, having his Luck completely drained later on.
And because the System provided the original plot of Yaya and Ye Fan, in the original plot, Zhou Fan only knew the details of Ye Fan pursuing Yaya, while other matters were only briefly mentioned by the System.
It's quite a pity to think about; if Zhou Fan had known the detailed original plot, he could have found the Innate Master Ye Fan was going to apprentice under in advance, then made contact, preventing that Innate from being affected by Ye Fan's intelligence-lowering aura.
In that case, presumably, that Innate would not have taken Ye Fan as a Disciple.
After all, Ye Fan was Qin Fan’s Disciple, and Qin Fan had just had his entire family exterminated by that Innate.
Getting back on track, let's talk about Kang Wang.
As a Mortal, Kang Wang managing to live to nearly 70 in the Fan Realm, where life expectancy is generally not high, can already be considered a long life.
To be honest, Zhou Fan hadn't expected Kang Wang to live that long.
Before binding with the System, Zhou Fan diligently practiced martial arts every day, abstained from wine and women, and persisted for fifty years without fail, only to be half-angered to death by that Rebellious Disciple, Chu Yanran.
Yet, Kang Wang, this fellow, started frequenting pleasure houses and indulging in daily drinking and revelry since he was young; by all accounts, his body should have been hollowed out by wine and women long ago.
How did he live to 69?
Moreover, Jiang Qingzhi’s behavior yesterday was too strange; this trip to the Kang Wang Residence would likely have some twists and turns.
Just as Zhou Fan was pondering, the carriage stopped, and Jiang Qingzhi’s clear, cold voice came from outside the carriage.
“Master, are you free now? I have something I want to tell you.”
Zhou Fan’s heart stirred upon hearing this; he also had many questions to ask Jiang Qingzhi, so he pulled open the curtain and invited Jiang Qingzhi into the carriage to talk.
Jiang Qingzhi stepped into the carriage and sat down, first glancing at Yaya, then looking towards Zhou Fan.
Seeing this, Zhou Fan smiled and said, “Yaya is not an outsider, Qingzhi, just say whatever you want to say.”
“Alright.” Jiang Qingzhi hesitated for a long while, then looked at Zhou Fan’s flawless handsome face, and finally spoke with a determined resolve.
“I’m sorry, Master, I lied to you before.”
Zhou Fan’s expression remained normal, indicating for Jiang Qingzhi to continue.
Seeing this, Jiang Qingzhi felt half of the weight lift from her heart, and she said with great embarrassment.
“Master, actually, my father never invited you over; this was all my own initiative.”
After listening to Jiang Qingzhi’s words, Zhou Fan remained silent, and after a long moment, Zhou Fan finally spoke.
“Qingzhi, is your father’s current condition very bad?”
Jiang Qingzhi was surprised by Zhou Fan’s words and asked, “Master, my father’s health has indeed been deteriorating over the years, and he became bedridden some time ago.”
“However, only a few people know about this; how did you know, Master?”
Zhou Fan heard this and knew it was indeed as he had expected.
After all, if Jiang Linfeng’s body was still in good condition, how could he let his beloved daughter take someone so far to find him on her own accord?
Not to mention, Jiang Qingzhi’s words just now also revealed that she had come secretly, without her father's knowledge.
After a brief explanation to Jiang Qingzhi, Zhou Fan asked, “Qingzhi, then why did you come to find me?”
Although Jiang Qingzhi really wanted to say, “It’s been three years, I miss you, Master.”
But thinking of Zhou Fan, who was always a courteous gentleman, Jiang Qingzhi was afraid of being presumptuous.
So, she could only speak of the important matter first.
“Master, I suspect our family may have attracted evil spirits, and my father also suffered at the hands of evil spirits, which is why he is bedridden.”
“Master, you possess great Divine Ability, and now you have even returned to your youth; Qingzhi begs you to save my father, save my Kang Wang Residence.”
As she spoke, Jiang Qingzhi knelt before Zhou Fan.
She lowered her head, biting her lip, her face unusually flushed as she said.
“Master, if you can save my father. Qingzhi… I will do whatever you command~”
Jiang Qingzhi used all her strength, wanting to speak louder, but in the end, her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.
Because these words were still too embarrassing for her, a cold and aloof Princess of the Residence.
Fortunately, Zhou Fan, as a Martial Dao Grandmaster, had excellent hearing.
He looked at Jiang Qingzhi, who was kneeling before him, her head bowed low, her eyebrows delicately curved, her figure exquisitely curvaceous, and her two buttocks pressed tightly against her ankles, and he sighed softly.
“Qingzhi, why do you put yourself through this?”
