Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1295 Thoughts

Xie Chen's face was as gloomy as water. He looked coldly at Fang Zilan who had just dismounted from her horse and said sternly, "Madam, are you and Prince Zhongzheng planning a rebellion or treason?"

"Why do you say that, Mr. Xie?" Fang Zilan said calmly, "Our Fang family dare not admit to such a serious crime."

Hearing this, Xie Chen flicked his sleeves. Without waiting for anything else to happen, Fang Zilan quickly walked up to him and whispered, "Mr. Xie, you know who I am best. If I wanted to commit treason, why would I have to wait until now?"

"You..." Xie Chen looked at Fang Zilan deeply, but she seemed unaware and walked through the many silver-armored soldiers to Murong Qing's side. "It's me, I'm back."

Murong Qing raised the corners of his lips. There was neither worry nor joy on his face. Instead, he looked like he was there to watch a show.

Fang Zilan sneered in her heart. Her cheap little husband was really confident. Was he so sure that she would lose?

"Lan'er, are you hurt?" The person who spoke was Fang Chongzheng who was standing at the door. He didn't know how long he had been standing there. When he walked towards Fang Zilan, his steps were a little unsteady.

Seeing this, Fang Zilan glanced at Murong Qing who was sitting upright, "My husband is so rude. The elders in the family are standing, but you can sit still."

"Sister, this is really unfair to me." Murong Qing's smile became wider, but he had no intention of getting up. He just looked up at Fang Zilan and said, "I'm afraid that my father-in-law would not dare to sit down."

"My father has seen all kinds of situations. Could it be that my husband underestimates our Fang family?" Fang Zilan sneered, helped Fang Chongzheng over, and said soothingly, "I'm fine."

Murong Qing opened his mouth, but Fang Zilan spoke first: "At this point, the Queen has issued an order, so I don't need to worry about what's happening in my family."

"What did you say?" Murong Qing was obviously stunned. Xie Chen, who had heard everything Fang Zilan said, also frowned. Where did the Queen's decree come from? What on earth was Fang Zilan up to?

"The Third Miss of the Fang Family and the wife of the Prince Zhongzheng of Miluo are here to convey the Empress's decree—" Fang Zilan spoke word by word, her voice as loud as a bell, "The land occupied by Zhongling Temple will be returned to the people, and the old accounts will be written off, and the deficit will be made up by the Fang Family. This matter will be handed over to Fang Lihui, the current head of the Fang Family, to handle, and Lord Pei Xiaoze will supervise. In addition, Master Ranzhu has surrendered himself, and after the case is investigated and announced to the world, he will work with the monks in the temple to deal with it as appropriate."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Chen asked, "What is Third Miss Fang doing?"

"Pass on the order." Fang Zilan looked at Xie Chen steadily, "Mr. Xie, did you not hear clearly, or do you not believe it?"

Xie Chen remained silent, and Fang Zilan continued to speak, "If you didn't hear it clearly, I will read it again. If you don't believe it, please report it to the emperor and ask His Majesty what's going on."

"Lan'er..." Fang Chongzheng called out softly, but Fang Zilan ignored him and said loudly: "I have burned all the land deeds and account books in Zhongling Temple. Master Randeng confessed his crime and committed suicide. Zhou Lang and others from the Southeast Camp are all witnesses..."

"The Crown Prince's wife is very clever." Xie Chen interrupted Fang Zilan, showing a rare impatience.

Because he knew that if he went this way, he would be like a dog in a dead end, with no way to retreat. "Mr. Xie, do you remember what you promised me?" Fang Zilan coughed and pressed, "Or do you want to break your promise and watch me drag the Xiahou family down with you?"

Fang Chongzheng did not say anything else. This was different from the past. This was a matter of tearing the relationship apart. The reason why Fang Zilan had to say one word after another was to leave no room for maneuver so that they could fight to the death.

  But who is Xie Chen, and what kind of existence is the Xiahou family? How could they be afraid?

Fang Zilan took care of the old man while Awan drove the car. After a while, they found a locked clinic. After the two exchanged glances, Awan parked the car in front of the clinic, ran to the door and knocked hard a few times, shouting, "Open the door! My grandpa is sick and needs medical treatment!"

At first no one responded, until Awan banged on the door hard, someone finally came out and opened the door a crack.

Seeing that it was a young girl, the visitor couldn't help but spit, "Where did you come from, little girl? You only know how to bring bad luck. There are so many sick people, your grandfather won't be a big problem. Go away, go somewhere else if you want to see a doctor! Don't cry in front of my house, it's bad luck!"

He was about to close the door when he was blocked by a sword. Although the scabbard was between them, he could clearly feel the fierce power of the person holding the sword along the hilt of the plum blossom branch. He only heard her say word by word: "Do you think you can escape the disaster by standing by and watching without entering or leaving the hall?"

"You!" The man was obviously frightened by her, but he still dared to ask, "Who are you? What does our clinic do have to do with you? I said I won't save you, and I won't save you even if the king of heaven comes!"

"Are you not going to save him or are you unable to save him?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows and tapped the man's shoulder with the plum sword through the scabbard. He couldn't help but shrink back. "Who said you can't save him? You...you must not ruin the reputation of our clinic!"

"What's the reputation of your clinic? How come I haven't heard of it?" A Wan glanced at the visitor with disdain and tugged at Fang Zilan's sleeve. "Forget it, let's not waste our breath on him. We can find another clinic at this time."

"Okay." Fang Zilan casually put away the plum sword. The two were about to leave when they heard a thin female voice in the courtyard, "Ajun, let them in."

The young man named Ajun looked back at the people in the yard in disbelief. Before he could say anything, he heard her voice again, more firmly than before: "Let them in."

"Yes." Ah Jun reluctantly stepped aside and opened the door. Fang Zilan then saw clearly that there was a woman in green standing in the courtyard. She had delicate features and a pretty face, but her hair was a little messy and her face was filled with weariness.

"Please bring the old man in." The woman in green waved at them and coughed lightly, saying, "Jun has offended you before. I apologize to you on his behalf. In fact, he didn't mean to say bad things to you, it's just..."

She paused, her expression showing a hint of sadness, "He is just scared. I hope you two girls will bear with me."

"Miss, you are too kind. We won't bother with him." Fang Zilan bowed to the woman in green, "Thank you for opening the door and helping me."

The woman in green shook her head. "What the young lady said just now is right. It's not that we don't want to save you, it's that we can't. Letting you in now is just..."

She didn't finish her words. Fang Zilan understood what she meant and didn't say anything more. She just helped the old man out of the car and into the yard.