Fan Sinian had no son. In his early years, he had a dearly doted-on son who violated the laws of the state and was personally executed by him. From then on, "Where orders were issued, all obeyed; no Qin man dared touch the law."
Because of this, Fan Sinian's wife hated him bitterly, believing that he had killed his son to seek fame—that he had deliberately used their son's life to demonstrate his resolve in advancing the laws. After several failed attempts to murder him, she burned herself to death, leaving these words: "With this I burn my hatred; though the flames die, it shall never be extinguished. I make you my shame, never to be washed away for all your life!"
After that, Fan Sinian never remarried.
This stretch of history had already been recorded by Diligent Academy, and would surely appear in History Knife Chisels the Sea in the future. The Book of Qin did not shy away from it, either.
Under such circumstances, Fan Zheng had been raised by Fan Sinian as the Fan family's legitimate grandson. The weight of all the gazes upon him was visible to the naked eye.
From childhood, the classics of the Hundred Schools had replaced childhood sweethearts. Political strategies of ancient and modern times had driven away birdsong and fragrant blossoms.
When River-Subduing True Lord drew lots and fixed the names, Fan Zheng rose with a hand braced on his knee. He gave Fu Yanci, who had risen at the same time, a deep look, framing within his eyes every observation he had made since taking his seat.
Then, one battle strategy after another mingled with the glint in his eyes.
He walked outward, every step light, yet his bearing heavy.
He had the build of a typical thirteen-year-old boy, somewhat