I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 448 - 195: Changing Gateways (Please Subscribe)

After Chen Yuan entered the Left Minister Mansion, Chen Fan took a seat at the soup stand opposite.

"Sir, what would you like?"

"A bowl of soup noodles, no peppers, no green onions."

"Alright."

Chen Fan preferred lighter tastes, not fond of spicy food, feeling it made him less refreshed.

While waiting, he occasionally glanced at the Left Minister Mansion, wondering inside.

He had no idea why Chen Yuan was visiting Prime Minister Xie, which naturally led to overthinking.

"Big brother just returned to the Capital City, and previously he had no interaction with the Left Minister..."

"Could it be because of Senior Brother Xie Dongan?"

Chen Fan knew that his two older brothers had dealings with Xie Dongan in the Southern Barbarians, and heard that his second brother even saved Senior Brother Xie’s life in the secret realm.

Was big brother involved at that time?

"Or, is it because of the marriage bestowed by the Holy Emperor?"

Chen Fan stared at the Prime Minister’s Mansion, pondering for a long time, yet still could not figure out the reason for Chen Yuan’s visit to the Left Minister.

"Your noodles are ready."

The soup stand owner set a steaming bowl of soup noodles in front of Chen Fan, interrupting his thoughts.

"Thank you." Chen Fan expressed his gratitude.

He picked up the chopsticks and carefully wiped them with a handkerchief he carried, then used a trace of Vast Energy to filter out any potential filth.

After that, Chen Fan methodically ate his soup noodles.

The soup was light, tasting only of salt, the noodles chewy. It was not exactly delicious, but it did provide a bit of warmth amidst the continuous spring rain.

The owner of the soup stand was a skinny old man, not so tall, and after serving the noodles to Chen Fan, there were no other customers.

He then sat on a wooden stool behind the cart, one foot on the side of the stool, holding a smoking pipe in his hand.

He could tell that Chen Fan came from wealth or nobility, both by his pure white Scholar Robe and the fan tucked in his waist, indicative of his status.

"Sir, does the noodle suit your taste?"

"It’s decent."

Chen Fan responded sincerely.

Although this bowl of noodles would rank at the bottom of all he had eaten, he didn’t find it distasteful.

As his teachers at the Academy would say, "People regard food as their heaven; treat food with the same reverence as ’heaven’."

Chen Fan didn’t fully comprehend, but he kept it in mind, never wasting food due to personal tastes.

Hearing this, the old man chuckled heartily, his yellow, tobacco-stained teeth glaringly visible.

"What brings you to this place, sir?"

Chen Fan slightly frowned, swallowing the noodles in his mouth, and replied calmly, "Waiting for someone."

Eat not with words, sleep not with speech.

He wasn’t used to conversing while eating.

"Waiting for the Left Minister?" The old man didn’t notice his expression, praising:

"Prime Minister Xie is a good official. Our Great Wei Dynasty is blessed to have Prime Minister Xie for a thousand years."

Chen Fan remained noncommittal, but sped up his eating.

Still, his posture remained straight, and he chewed and swallowed silently, respecting the manners he had cultivated for years.

"In the past few years, there was a severe drought in Xijiang Prefecture, and the court couldn’t resolve it; in the end, Prime Minister Xie succeeded."

"Just last month, a demon hidden in Capital City, it’s said that Prime Minister Xie found it."

The old man went on with the common vernacular, "There are many like you, sir, who come here to wait, but they never manage to approach the Left Minister Mansion."

Chen Fan finished the broth in one gulp, wiped his mouth with the handkerchief, exhaling and said:

"It’s different."

High gates and large households have many rules, not just anyone can meet them.

But their Chen Family was not like the ever-changing Left Ministers; they were a Military Marquis Family with a thousand years of heritage.

Though the signboard of the Left Minister Mansion reads "Xie Mansion," maybe in some time, it will bear Zhang, Wang, Li, or Zhao instead.

"How is it different? Aren’t you here waiting for the Left Minister?"

"No."

After finishing his noodles, Chen Fan looked again at the silent Left Minister Mansion and didn’t mind talking a bit more with the soup stand owner.

However, their conversation was never on the same wavelength, resembling "a chicken speaking with a duck."

Before long, Chen Fan paid two Copper Coins in silence.

"Have you heard of Chen Yi?"

Chen Yi?

Reluctantly, Chen Fan looked at the simple-smiling old man, hesitated, and nodded:

"I have."

Chen Fan’s curiosity about Chen Yi, whom he met only once, was only second to his brother Chen Yuan’s visit to the Left Minister.

However, he didn’t expect the soup stand owner to reveal anything new.

After all, when people talk about Chen Yi, they mainly mention his talent, Sword Dao, and that sword outside South-Garrison Pass.

"Then you must have seen the White Tiger in the sky last night, right?"

Oh right, now there’s also last night’s sword.

Chen Fan silently nodded.

"Let’s hear it, say something," the old man exhorted excitedly, belching out a long puff of smoke,

"Last night, I drank a bit too much and saw nothing; my wife told me about it this morning, the regret!"

Chen Fan was inclined to refuse, but seeing the old man’s honest face and pleading eyes, he patiently recounted the events of the previous night.

Thanks to his teachers’ guidance at the Academy, Chen Fan spoke eloquently and clearly.

With a few simple words, he allowed the old man’s imagination to take flight, who then praised, "Deservedly our Capital City’s ’Little Sword Immortal’, magnificent!"

"..."

Chen Fan sighed silently to himself, if he spoke any further, he’d be no better than a beast!

Just then, three figures emerged from the rain-soaked street corner.

One of them, spotting him, waved in surprise and called out, "Chen Fan, what are you doing here?"

Chen Fan looked over, thinking himself saved, and stood up saying, "Senior Brother Wang Yang, Senior Brother Jiang Ye, and Miss... Jin Yu."