Chapter Two: The Trial of Entering the Mansion

Fang Cheng broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew he was in the Great Xia dynasty’s court, though the exact historical period was unclear. Judging by the people’s way of life, it seemed to be after the Ming dynasty—or perhaps it was during the Ming; opinions differed.

The Great Xia dynasty had been ruled by five emperors in succession. The Central Plains had seen no war for nearly a hundred years, naturally favoring civil affairs over military matters.

But the nobles of Great Xia were still nobles. If they wanted him dead, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.

Fang Cheng immediately began poring over the letters.

By the campfire, he quickly finished reading them.

The man in question was named He Chong’an, the illegitimate son of the Marquis of Wuning. Seventeen years ago, the Marquis assumed his post in Guangzhou. During his tenure, he took a fancy to a courtesan, keeping her in his residence for several months. When he returned to the capital, he dared not bring her along and simply gave her some money before leaving.

Unexpectedly, the courtesan became pregnant.

She was no ordinary courtesan but the daughter of a civil official whose parents had been imprisoned for crimes. She had fallen on hard times in the pleasure district. After the Marquis left, she used his name to establish herself independently in Guangdong, refusing to rely further on him, raising her son alone.

Fate, however, was cruel. She died within six months, and seeing her son showed no promise, unable to support the family alone, she sold off what little property she had so that her son could come to Beijing to seek his father.

To gain the trust of the Marquis’s household, she brought with her the Marquis’s token, letters, and all related items.

The letters mentioned that he had at least a hundred taels of silver—enough for the journey—but how he ended up in such a dire state was unknown.

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, his mouth dry and parched. Perhaps the new clothes were too warm. He couldn’t help but loosen his collar, letting the cold wind refresh his mind.

This was an opportunity—an opportunity to impersonate someone else.

He was aware of the risks. There were many unresolved matters in Guangzhou that he had no capacity to handle now, nor likely ever would. A life lived for over a decade was not something easily erased.

Yet Fang Cheng was even more aware of his predicament. Without change, he wouldn’t survive the winter.

Committing crimes would be no safer than impersonation.

Killers are killed in turn. Life and death are commonplace in the underworld.

He knew he wasn’t cut out for that life.

After long deliberation, Fang Cheng made up his mind:

He would impersonate He Chong’an and go to the Marquis of Wuning’s residence.

Though fraught with danger, there was still a chance.

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