In the novel "Joy of Life," the protagonist wakes up at Li Chengze's residence.

"No regrets, no remorse?" Fan Xian was stunned. In his mind, there appeared towering peaks standing tall in the world, dense forests, and birds flying among the mountains; there was also the magnificent spectacle of the deep sea with surging waves, the abyss as black as ink, the waves crashing against the reefs, and he could almost smell the salty sea.

He then thought, if the world were to be connected as a whole, wouldn't it require building several large ships, with a displacement of at least...

Seeing Fan Xian standing there in a daze, as if frozen in place, Tao Jingyang gently raised her hand and waved it in front of him. "Hey, what are you thinking about?" Her clear voice broke the brief silence around them.

The latter snapped out of her daze, turned to look at Tao, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and said without hesitation, "I want to go too! If you ever go to the snow-capped mountains, Jiangnan, or even go sailing, can you take me with you?"

"Pfft, hahaha," Tao Jingyang almost laughed at his antics, but looking at the hope in his eyes, it seemed genuine.

After thinking for a while, he replied, "If everyone seeks freedom, if everyone goes to the mountains and the sea, to enjoy flowers and boats, then who will develop the country, who will serve the people and create a better life?"

The moment the mention of ordinary people came up, the hawking outside the window seemed to suddenly become louder for some reason.

A steamed bun vendor shouted at the top of his lungs, "Freshly baked meat buns! Thin skin, generous filling, delicious and inexpensive!"

There were peddlers carrying loads on their shoulders, walking through the streets and alleys, shaking their rattles and shouting: "Needles and thread, rouge and powder, we have everything!"

An older woman selling vegetables was holding a bunch of spinach she had just picked that morning, calling out, "Fresh greens! Buy some to make soup!"

The craftsman set up a small stall, with sachets, pendants, and bells hanging from a pole, and introduced them to two young girls: "This is a sandalwood hairpin carved with magnolia flowers. Would you like to try it on, young ladies?"

Right over there was another vendor selling fish from wooden buckets and boxes: "Big carp jumping around like crazy, six coins; big carp slumping belly up..."

Tao Jingyang was delighted by the sounds and simply pushed open the window to let the bustling noise into his ears, giving him a glimmer of hope.

She leaned against the window, the curtains surrounding her, sometimes covering her whole body, sometimes tucking her hair up, making her appear both real and illusory.

Fan Xian stared blankly for a few seconds, then quickly looked away, saying in a muffled voice, "If you can seek freedom, why can't I?"

In other words, Tao Jingyang didn't turn around, otherwise he would definitely have seen Fan Xian's serious expression at this moment.

Fan Xian paused for a moment, and seeing that Tao Jingyang was still looking out the window, he added, "I don't care about any of that. If you leave one day, I won't stay here either." Not satisfied with that, he added, "Don't even think about shaking me off and running away!"

The streets were bustling with people. Tao Jingyang saw a little girl pestering her mother to buy a small wooden carving, repeatedly saying, "No~ No~ Mother, buy it~ Buy it~"

Hearing Fan Xian's seemingly defiant words, he couldn't help but feel that Fan Xian was no different from a child on the street. He sighed softly and called Fan Xian over to watch together.

"Doesn't that kid look like you? The way you just said it made it sound like I was about to leave. It's still early; I need to finish what I need to do before I go."

Fan Xian was happy to see the little girl get the wood carving she wanted, but he still looked down on Tao Jingyang's words and said, "The world is so big, how can you, Tao Jingyang, manage it all? If you ask me, you should just take care of yourself."

"Let's do it first and talk about it later." Tao Jingyang turned to face him, deep in thought.

To reiterate, everything is progressing too fast, or rather, Fan Xian hasn't yet experienced the 'bad things' that would make him determined to change the world.

The Second Prince was originally his nemesis, and he was the catalyst that prompted him to demand fairness step by step in the early stages. However, under Tao Jingyang's guidance, the tense atmosphere has now disappeared.

If Emperor Qing had died earlier, Fan Xian's life would have been much smoother.

He doesn't have to experience being framed to the point of no return, and watching in despair as the whole world turns against him;

You don't have to experience the murder of your best friend, watching helplessly as they die in your arms;

They didn't even have to go through the near-death experience, repeatedly lingering before the King of Hell, only to eventually break free from the clutches of the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons and escape back to the human world, all because of their own resentment.

Describing Fan Xian as a flower in a greenhouse might not be entirely accurate, but it seems to be the case.

Tao Jingyang suddenly wondered whether Fan Xian's current state was good or bad for him.

"Fan Xian."

"Hmm?" Fan Xian answered subconsciously when he heard Tao Jingyang call him.

"You..." Tao Jingyang was about to say something when a commotion broke out in the street. Several men were riding horses through the street, crashing into several stalls without slowing down.

Wherever he went, several women and old men lay on the ground wailing. People around him carefully surrounded them to help them up, but no one dared to say anything.

As the group drew closer to the inn, people on the street hurriedly moved to the side, including the child who had been pestering her mother to buy a wood carving. Her mother then carried the child to the side of the street.

The child didn't hold onto the newly bought wooden carving properly, and before he knew it, it fell and rolled onto the street.

The child had no idea that danger was about to strike. Seeing that the toy was no longer in his hand, he broke free from his woman's grasp and ran out to retrieve the little trinket.

"Yao Yao!" the young woman exclaimed, but by then the horse had already reached the little girl.

Everything happened too fast, something no one had anticipated. Even though Tao Jingyang and Fan Xian rushed downstairs the moment the child ran out, they were still a step too late.

The galloping horse had powerful legs, and even though the two tried their best to pull the child up, the horse almost crushed the little girl's arm in one go.

Even so, the horseman did not slow down, and without even glancing at the lives of the people on the ground, the group happily rode away.

Why was it described as joyful? Because when they stepped on the children, everyone heard the clearly excited whistles of the group.

"Yaoyao! Yaoyao!" The young mother cried as she snatched her child, and her cries became even more heart-wrenching when she saw the child's bloodied and mangled arm.

The child's face turned deathly pale. The two women almost simultaneously took out the medicine powder they were carrying. Tao Jingyang hurriedly said, "Use mine!" Fan Xian also obeyed and helped Tao Jingyang support the child's back.

Fan Xian examined the injury and said anxiously, "Stopping the bleeding isn't enough. I think the bone is broken. We need to set it and bandage it up as soon as possible."

Before the group could even carry the child to the clinic, the troublemaking servants on horseback came up to them, threw down a money bag without even dismounting, and left.

Tao Jingyang and Fan Xian exchanged a puzzled look, only to see the young mother covering her face and weeping. After picking up the money bag, she cried even harder.

People only saw her immense grief, but she dared not utter a single word. She just kept repeating, "God... God, my daughter... Justice... Justice..."

The other people on the street were doing the same, seemingly out of habit, picking up their overturned stalls again, working hard without complaint, and no one seemed to have any particular emotion.

But if you say these people have no emotions, then everyone is wiping away tears.

Silently, quietly, gently

"No one sought justice."