"Green Phoenix Vine, Imperial Capital…"
At those words, Lin Fan's gaze became distant for a moment. The very mention of the Imperial Capital sent his thoughts surging, and memories of the past flashed rapidly through his mind.
Could this be the destiny that fate has arranged?
He had fled his homeland for a full seven years. And now, because of a Green Phoenix Vine, was he to go against his mother's dying wish?
"You're betraying the Huang family like this. Aren't you afraid of being punished later?" Regaining his composure, Lin Fan stared at the middle-aged steward and asked calmly. "Or is this Mr. Huang Sr.'s idea, deliberately setting a trap for me?"
The man was a complete stranger. Why would he suddenly be so kind as to divulge such top-secret information? Lin Fan was no fool; he wouldn't be so easily deceived.
