Chapter 406 - 227 It’s really fate_3
Prince Consort Pan’s followers began to push him out and berated, "Where did this brute come from? Leave at once; do not disturb our master."
Prince Consort Pan also sneered, "I know of a girl named Qian Yixiu, but her father is already dead. If you were pretending to be her uncle, perhaps I would help you."
Qian Manjiang replied anxiously, "I am not lying, I have been away from home for eleven years and only returned this May. Here is the fan I received from Xiu’er as proof."
He pulled out the fan from within his clothes: The painting on it was smeared, turned into a muddled stain of various colors beyond recognition. The fan had gotten wet when he went to the river in the morning. Although the fan had dried, the painting was ruined. Qian Manjiang closed his eyes, truly feeling heaven had abandoned him.
The followers began to pry him away again, saying, "Where did you find this broken fan? How dare you pretend it was given by our master. If you do not leave, do you believe we’ll break your legs?"
Prince Consort Pan waved his hand to stop his followers and took the fan. His fans were not only painted on the leaf but also bore his seal, and the ribs had a distinctive mark carved by him. With the help of moonlight, he scrutinized it carefully; indeed, it was the fan he had given to the little girl.
He hesitated, and the sound of horses neighing and people shouting came from the other side of the woods.
One of Prince Consort Pan’s followers said, "Sir, this man is in trouble, clearly pursued by killers. Sir, please do not involve yourself in unnecessary conflicts because of him."
Prince Consort Pan looked at the young man standing before him; despite being disheveled and ragged, one could still see his handsome and valiant appearance, indeed bearing a striking resemblance to that little girl. Strangely enough, he had a strong feeling that he would regret it for the rest of his life if he did not help the young man. With that thought, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest.