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Fan Xian laughed. "I have heard that when Shangjing was once in chaos, Marquis, you took a great risk in leaving the palace, carrying a letter written by the Empress Dowager to Master Shen's Brocade Guard, which eventually redeemed the situation. From that moment on, everything went well for Master Shen in his career, and you have kept on good terms with him, so I thought I would ask you if you could introduce me to him."

The incident he spoke of was perhaps the one single impressive moment in the Marquis' life. Chang Ninghou was already drunk, and at this point his face was bright red. His drunken thoughts were clouded, and there was a boastful look on his face, but no matter how stupid he was, he still felt there was something strange about what he'd just heard. He let out a drunken belch and fixed Fan Xian with an odd look. "Young Master Fan, you are an envoy. Meeting with the Provost of the Brocade Guard's Discipline Commission... is rather at odds with custom."