I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 64 - 58 Little Jade Sword: lüè lüè lüè~

From He Xi Prefecture, following the Ma Wang Mountains eastward, taking a boat southward and entering the Qujiang river system from the Wei River, straight to the docks outside the west city gate of Kyoto Prefecture.

It took Chen Ke half a month to return to Kyoto Prefecture.

As if the cold winter followed him, the chill capable of freezing a person to death at Wuliang Mountain also swept through Kyoto Prefecture at this time.

The difference was that the vitality here was much more vigorous.

Like the dockworkers, who, despite the severe cold, were still thinly dressed, capable of shouldering two hundred-pound burlap sacks with ease, their sweat steaming off them, dispelling the chill.

Yet many more, draped in thick cotton padded clothing, with fur felt hats on their heads and hands crossed and tucked into their sleeves, went from street to alley.

Compared to them, the robe Chen Ke wore, the same one he had on his journey to Wuliang Mountain, seemed chillingly thin to onlookers, let alone his face which appeared aged but was unusually calm.

"Housekeeper Chen, you are finally back."

A skinny, long-faced servant dressed in padded clothing, with a smile plastered across his face, greeted him earnestly and draped a large cloak over him.

He then glanced around and whispered with an unchanged smile: "The Marquis is in a fury right now. Be careful."

Chen Ke tied the strings at his collar and walked out of the docks.

"Tell me something I don’t know."

The skinny, long-faced servant scurried after him, reporting all the major and minor events that happened in Kyoto Prefecture and Duke Jingye Mansion during his absence.

Mostly affairs within and outside the Marquis Mansion, among which were intermingled quite a few matters about the recruitment of the Devoted Army.

"The Old Master called you back not only for that matter but for the preparation of the defense of Beixiong Pass three years from now."

"The Devoted Army is still newly formed, only a decade old, and most haven’t experienced the battlefield against demons. The Old Master worries that the next time we defend the border, the enemies from the north would take advantage of the new soldiers’ inexperience and launch an attack on Beixiong Pass."

Chen Ke nodded slightly and asked, "Has the deputy general been decided?"

"Hidden Guard, Chou Long."

"If it’s him, he should be able to detect the traces of the demons early. Not bad."

"I heard that the Old Master originally planned to send Chou Long to Grand Void Sect, but it didn’t come to fruition," the skinny, long-faced servant hesitated for a moment before whispering in his ear.

Chen Ke didn’t respond right away. After passing the west city gate and taking a seat in the carriage with the servant, he spoke.

"The Old Master has other plans; I don’t need to worry."

"As long as you are aware," the skinny, long-faced servant chuckled awkwardly, "Subordinate is just worried that the Marquis might do something rash in his anger..."

"Do your own duty."

The skinny, long-faced servant promptly shut his mouth, still wearing a smile.

After interrupting him, Chen Ke pondered for a few seconds, then continued to ask: "Any movement from Duke Wu’an Mansion?"

A trace of bitterness flitted across the skinny, long-faced servant’s smile.

"Without your cover, and with several death orders issued by the Marquis, quite a few of our good men have fallen over there."

"If it weren’t for several extra precautions we left, we might have been completely exposed to that old fox Chen Lixin."

"Even if we stopped them in time, they must have found some clues."

"As long as they didn’t trace it back to Chou Long, it wouldn’t matter much," Chen Ke said lightly as he looked through the edge of the curtain at the bustling street corner of Kyoto Prefecture. "What would be truly worrisome is if Duke Wu’an Chen Taiping has long been aware but chose not to act."

"The subordinate is also concerned about this matter, and these past few days, the Marquis has already arranged someone to deal with him."

Chen Ke frowned, a sharp coldness flashing in his murky eyes.

"The Old Master is moving against them with Death Soldiers again?!"

"Possibly not just them," the skinny, long-faced servant gritted his teeth and said, "The two Hidden Guards who were placed in the Grand Void Sect have likely received the secret letters as well."

This was exactly what he previously wanted but did not say.

It was no easy task to train two Hidden Guards who had infiltrated a Sect. Using them now, whether successful or not, would mean a considerable loss.

"Don’t return to the mansion. Go to Number Three!"

The skinny, long-faced servant hurriedly pushed aside the thick brocade curtain and exited, the coachman lashing the whip across the horse’s back, turning from Vermilion Bird Street and heading south.

Chen Ke’s brows were tightly knit, still contemplating countermeasures in his mind.

If they succeed, the Young Miss would surely go mad.

Even if they don’t, the Chen Family of Duke Wu’an would likely go mad.

Either way, one side was going to be driven insane, and he could only clean up the mess as best as he could.

It was also fortunate that the message he left for Absolute Blade Yan Hai at Wuliang Mountain would likely make him take the teaching of Chen Yuan seriously.

As for the future, Chen Ke could not afford to care too much at this point.

...

Inside Fanghua Garden of Duke Wu’an Mansion.

As evening approached, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, each hitting the bluestone pavement and scattering into little white flowers.

Xia Wanwan, holding a warmer, looked out at the weather, her gentle face still wearing a hint of a smile.

"Today is Yi Er’s birthday, it would be nice if he were still at home."

"Yes, Young Master Yi loves snowy days. I’ve heard him talk about things like blowing snow and Flying Immortals."

Nanny Lu Luo, while playing with little Chen Fan, answered with a smile.

Xia Wanwan’s smile faded slightly, as if she was reminded of the days when Chen Yi was still around, subconsciously gripping the Little Jade Sword on her wrist.

After a moment of silence, she snapped back to reality and hurriedly instructed Lu Luo to add another layer of cotton padding beneath Chen Fan to prevent him from catching cold.

"Little Master Fan sleeps for half a day at a time and doesn’t fuss when he wakes up, just as well-behaved as Young Master Yi was at that age."

"Yes, Sister Wan Yi mentioned last time that Fan Er is less trouble than Yuan Er."

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With that, Xia Wanwan glanced out the window again.

"From the time, she should be coming back from Dakong Temple with the Old Lady."

"It should be soon,"

As they were speaking, Lu Luo saw someone walking past the guards like Ding Sansi and entering. She couldn’t help but smile,

"Madam, look, Chun Lan is here; she must have come to pick up little Master Fan."

"Is that so?"

Xia Wanwan glanced over and handed her the warmer with a smile, "Give it to her to warm her hands first; don’t let little Fan catch a cold."

Lu Luo agreed and took the warmer to the entrance, ready to greet Chun Lan when she felt a sudden pain in her chest.

Her smile froze as she stared in shock at the dagger implanted into her chest, the warmer clattering to the ground.

As Chun Lan entered the room without waiting for her to fall, she ignored the still unaware Xia Wanwan and charged straight towards Chen Fan’s swaddling clothes.

"What audacity!"

At that moment, Ding Sansi, guarding outside, heard the commotion and let out an icily fierce shout.

This made Chun Lan’s face even more desperate and woke Xia Wanwan.

"Stop!"

Seeing her rush towards Chen Fan, Xia Wanwan disregarded everything else and rushed forward to shield him.

"You can’t hurt Fan Er!"

Upon seeing this, Chun Lan, not wanting to delay and make things worse, glared and thrust her dagger towards Xia Wanwan.

"Second Madam, since you’re courting death, then let’s die together!"

Xia Wanwan’s eyes widened with a flash of fear, but the image of Chen Yi came to mind.

Yi Er, I’m afraid your mother won’t be able to see your wedding...

Before she could finish the thought, she felt a tremendous force on her wrist, sweeping her arm forward.

Swoosh!

A glimmer of cold light flashed from her wrist, stopping Chun Lan’s charge in her tracks.

"You, you, how could you?"

Chun Lan stared at Xia Wanwan in disbelief, her gradually dimming eyes reflecting the image of a Little Jade Sword.

In her daze, she seemed to see a little girl making a face at her.

What is that?

A ghost?

As Chun Lan fell to the ground dead, Ding Sansi finally burst into the room, frantically checking everything was alright.

Only after confirming that Xia Wanwan and Chen Fan were unharmed, did he feel a chilling sweat on his back, frightened by what could have happened.

"Someone!"

"Quickly take Lu Luo for treatment!"

"And go report to the Second Master and Second Young Master, please ask them to come to Fanghua Garden quickly!"

Only then did Xia Wanwan come back to her senses, looking down at the Little Jade Sword on her wrist.

This sword?

Yi Er, was it you who saved your mother?

The Little Jade Sword seemed to resonate with her thoughts, spinning in circles and making a face at her.

Lulululu…