Fang Qian always believed that he had no dealings with Feng Fuce.
Moreover, he was an upright and impartial general.
He always stayed far away from ruthless people like Marquis Wan.
Why would Marquis Wan be so kind as to send him ginseng?!
Perhaps he noticed the suspicion and uncertainty in Fang Qian’s eyes.
Chu Ping explained, "General Fang, please rest assured, this ginseng is legitimate. It’s something our Marquis bought for thousands of taels from the Wang family."
Fang Qian gasped in shock.
Marquis Wan spent so much silver on him!
He dared not accept the ginseng.
He tried to remain calm, asking, "Why would the Marquis do this?"
Chu Ping smiled, "Didn’t I just say, the Marquis knows you are preparing ginseng to save your kind mother at home."
"In a life-and-death situation, we help where we can."
"If the General truly seeks the reason, it is because our Marquis does not want to see you give up the Mingyang Academy."
"After all, the food in the academy is quite delicious, and these are the exact words of the Marquis."
General Fang was greatly shaken.
For the first time, he found it impossible to discern the intentions of the great Evil God, Marquis Wan.
Could it be that simply because of tasty food, he was willing to help someone unrelated?
Chu Ping held a dignified smile: "General Fang, our Marquis has good intentions, please accept it. After all, saving a life is urgent."
Fang Qian snapped out of his shock, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately accepted it.
"The Marquis’s kindness is ingrained in my heart, and I will surely find an opportunity to repay it in the future!" Fang Qian promised earnestly with a cupped fist.
Chu Ping smiled kindly, "The Marquis said there is no need for the General to repay. If the General truly wants to do something, then keep the Mingyang Academy intact and do not let it fall into the hands of outsiders."
Fang Qian’s heart trembled.
He immediately clasped his fists, resolutely declaring, "Please rest assured, Marquis, I will not let him down!"
Historian Wang was heavily drunk, but was dragged off the bed by his elder brother, Wang Yi.
"You actually gave eight roots of ginseng to Marquis Wan?!" Wang Yi, head of the Wang family, almost roared into his brother’s ear.
His eyes were wide as copper bells, and fury burned in his eyes.
Historian Wang groggily awoke, instinctively responding, "Yes, the Marquis needs it."
Wang Yi, enraged, flung him aside: "Do you know that this afternoon, Marquis Wan sent that ginseng to the Fang Mansion?!
"The Fang family just sent someone to tell us they no longer want to give half of the Mingyang Academy’s land deed to us!"
"You, you are someone who ruins affairs rather than accomplishing them and ruined my great plans!"
Historian Wang fell to the ground, snapping awake from his drowsiness.
He sat up and rubbed his head.
"The Mingyang Academy’s land deed? What’s it got to do with ginseng?"
Seeing his confusion, Wang Yi, exasperated, snapped, "You fool! If I’d known this would happen, I’d have sent you off to the provinces to be an official!"
Historian Wang, straightforward and honest in character, was also a bit annoyed at these words.
He said straight away, "Brother never consulted me on your daily plans; how could I know sending out a few ginsengs would ruin things?"
"Besides, Marquis Wan paid silver; don’t we usually sell ginseng to noble families?"
Wang Yi pointed at his nose, unable to refute, "You, you, you, fine! If the Wang family falls one day, you’ll be delighted!"
Saying this, Wang Yi flung his sleeves and left.
Leaving Historian Wang frowning on the spot, muttering, "Utter nonsense!"
Seeing the land deed that was within reach slip away.
Wang Yi thought it over and found the matter absurd.
How could a cold-hearted and indifferent Marquis Wan suddenly involve himself in the Fang family’s affairs?
It’s truly damnably strange!