More terrifyingly, the men all took out crossbows—seemingly from out of nowhere. Raising the crossbows to eye level, they took aim at the horsemen in front of them!
The distance between them was too close. The leading rider’s eyes showed panic as he pulled on the reins of his horse. The entire group managed to turn to go around the crossbowmen. They had been galloping at full speed; in order to come to such a sudden stop and then immediately change directions, their horsemanship must be superb.
"Fire!" The commanding official gave the order just as the lead horseman started to turn his horse.
A rain of crossbow bolts launched into the air. Although it wasn’t a dense volley, each bolt flew with exceptional speed due to the power of the crossbows, ripping through the air with a chilling hiss. With several grunts, the foremost horsemen were hit and crashed heavily to the ground. The riders behind them wanted to overwhelm the crossbowmen while the men were reloading, unaware they were using repeating crossbows!
The repeating crossbow appeared in this world about twenty years ago. Each magazine held eight bolts. That weapon was the bane of light cavalry. Seeing what was happening, the entire group of riders panicked. They split into two branches and went around the crossbowmen from both sides, ready to carry out a pincer attack.
Had they continued to charge straight on, they might have gotten better results. But there weren’t any what-ifs in this world. A few more horsemen fell while attempting the pincer attack. To the horror of the other riders, they discovered that in the hills behind the jail cart, an ambush was waiting for them!
Upon seeing the camouflaged ambush party, the horsemen lost their wits and no longer cared about killing the woman in the cart. They scrambled and fled in all directions.
The ones lying in wait were part of a cavalry unit made up of riders wearing black armor. It was the same unit Fan Xian saw immediately after opening his eyes for the first time in this world. Those cavalrymen were assigned by the emperor himself while Director Chen was away from the capital on official business; they were none other than the emperor’s personal cavalry unit—the Black Knights!
Those Black Knights rode after their targets like a wolfpack ripping into a flock of sheep, completely surrounding the enemy horsemen before making quick work of them with swift sword strikes.
"Leave some alive! Leave some alive!" Fei Jie yelled out in a hurry while watching the slaughter in a carriage behind ranks of Black Knights. "Don’t kill all of them!"
One of the curtains on the carriage was lifted by a dry and withered hand. An elderly gentleman surveyed the surrounding situation before coldly saying, "Fei Jie, don’t get too worked up over these whelps. I doubt they even know who their master is. Just capturing their leader will do."
Fei Jie cursed, "Sir Fan took little Fan Xian into the capital while we were gone and you know what almost happened. How could I not get worked up?"
The elderly man grunted. Smoothing out the fleece blanket on his lap, he said, "I was visiting my home. Your ran out on your own. You only have yourself to blame."
Even a decade later, Fei Jie still retained his strange look; his hair was broken up by white patches and his eyes were the same shade of brown. Frowning, Fei Jie said, "Who knows what Sir Fan is planning. Your Highness, after we get back to the capital you must go have a chat with Count Sinan."
That elderly gentleman was none other than Chen Pingping, a man who held vast hidden authority. He was smiling while looking at the enemy leader in the distance. "Naturally, I understand what Fan Jian was thinking. But I must say, his thinking is… absolutely chaotic! All in order to gain these; I’d rather not have them…" He repeated again, "… I’d rather not have them."
While the two of them were talking, the enemy leader rode off into the distance and became a small dot on the horizon. He knew he had been ambushed by the Overwatch Council. However, he could not figure out why Chen Pingping appeared outside Cangzhou City to the north of the capital when he should be visiting his home!
He knew all was lost as soon as he saw the Black Knights. Against the ruthless and sinister Director Chen, even his real master could only focus on self-preservation, so he had to get away first. This was also the reason he didn’t get as close to the Black Knights as the rest of his men. The Black Knights began to tire after chasing for about a kilometer, and the distance between them and their target lengthened. They had no choice but to give up their pursuit.
"I’m assuming Zong Zhui is already on the move?" Chen Pingping quietly asked his aide.
The aide bowed in confirmation.
At the same time, from the woods in the distance, a rider on a grey horse darted out, silently chasing after the fleeing enemy.
"That’s not Zong Zhui." Fei Jie frowned.
Chen Pingping suddenly laughed after staring at that grey blur for a while. "Since he hid himself from us, he must be one of ours… Considering how he was able to keep up with Zong Zhui’s skills, I believe there was someone like that in the Council many years ago."
"Indeed." Chen Pingping smiled. "Looks like that brat we were worried about finally learned something."
After dispatching Wang Qinian from the capital, it became inconvenient for Fan Xian to go out because of his wounds. He even stopped frequenting the still in-progress bookstore, opting to live a secretive and simple life for a period of time. By now, he had already become famous in the capital, especially due to those two poems which didn’t match his experiences at all. The poems further made him a source of controversy. Those who supported him viewed him as a genius poet, while those in opposition accused him of forcefully expressing scenes of grief in his poems—however, no one knew even that phrase was brought to this world by Fan Xian from his past life.
There were also rumors of plagiarism going around in the dark, but the line "Ten thousand miles in sorrowful autumn, always a guest" was overly flashy to the point that no one was shameless enough to claim it, and therefore those rumors never went anywhere. However, Fan Xian knew that day would come eventually. The father of Guo Baokun was the Director of the Board of Rites, and their entire household always dealt with influential figures in the literary circle. Fan Xian, however, never liked to assume the worst in… so-called "scholars".
It was precisely due to his controversy and fame that the scholars who frequented the poetry gatherings at King Jing’s manor often came to visit. While on the surface they came offering get-well wishes, they were actually there hoping that Fan Xian would compliment their poems.
Fan Xian patiently greeted each one of his guests, but he was quite stingy while evaluating their poems. After all, he was far above the "literary world", just like how Zhang Xianlian started his own business. Still, he didn’t believe he had the privilege. At only sixteen years old, he made it thus far thanks to his wits from his past life. To gather some poet following just because of that would be too absurd!
Compared to his reputation as a poet, what really made his name stand out in the capital and earned him praise was the assassination incident on Niulan Street.
Some of the details of the investigation could be accessed by the general public. Once those leaked out, Fan Xian, as the victim under such grave danger, not only preserved his own life but also initiated a counterattack, killing his assassins from Northern Qi, one whom was an eighth level master. Those facts raised Fan Xian to a whole new level in the eyes of the people. No longer did people accuse him of unjustly beating up others. Instead, everyone spoke of him as the Young Master Fan who was endowed with both literary and martial virtues, who had bravely slain his assassins.
"Civil enough to compose poetry, martial enough to kill; doing both in seven steps. That, is Young Master Fan."