Joy of Life

Fan Xian’s life doesn’t begin in the usual sense. His last memory in the modern world is fading under the harsh glow of hospital lights, the kind that make everything feel too sharp and too distant at the same time. He knew he was dying; that part was clear. What wasn’t clear was what happened next. There was no peaceful crossing or dramatic rebirth—just a sudden shift. One moment he was slipping away, and the next he was trapped in the small body of a two-month-old infant, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling.That baby was already in the center of a political mess he didn’t understand. His name would eventually be Fan Xian, and that name alone carried weight he had no way to comprehend yet. His mother, Ye Qingmei, had once been a powerful figure who introduced disruptive ideas and knowledge into the Qing Kingdom—things far beyond what its rulers were ready to handle. Her influence didn’t vanish after her death; it lingered in the form of hidden enemies, unspoken alliances, and expectations placed directly onto her son.Growing up in a seaside town under his grandmother’s care, Fan Xian looked like an ordinary child to most people. But he knew better. He had the memories of a man from a different world and the lingering threat of forces that wanted him controlled or removed before he ever stepped into the capital. His teacher, Fei Jie, taught him medicine and self-protection not out of academic interest, but because survival required it.The Qing Kingdom itself was a complicated place—structured around absolute imperial authority, layered bureaucratic power, and ongoing tension between noble families who all wanted a piece of influence. Hidden institutions like the Overwatch Council operated in the background, shaping events in ways most citizens never noticed. Fan Xian’s place within this world was predetermined long before he could speak. His lineage made him valuable, and his mother’s legacy made him dangerous.When he eventually enters the capital, he realizes that nearly everyone knows something about his mother that he doesn’t. His goal becomes simple on the surface: understand who she really was, what she left behind, and why so many people fear the remnants of her ideas. But beneath that, he wants something far more basic. He wants a life that isn’t controlled by political maneuvering. He wants the freedom to choose his own path, even if doing so means challenging the systems that shaped him before he could even walk.