As a man dismissed by the emperor, Fang Hongjian was only thirty-five years old when he died of despair. For his funeral, his only son, Fang Xing, truly filial, even sold their main house to make it a respectable affair.,A maid in green armor ran over with excitement, her face flushed. She was holding a bowl full of beef. Ignoring any gender distinctions, she grabbed the middle-aged man's sleeve and pulled him towards the backyard.,In a bedroom of the main building, Fang Xing woke up. He struggled to move his stiff limbs and looked at the ancient and fragrant room with fear.。