Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1303 Agreement

Before the palace had time to hang the white silk, everyone in the palace was filled with grief. Murong Qing knelt down in front of the palace door with a plop, kowtowed heavily, and did not stand up for a long time.

Fang Zilan stood behind Murong Qing, feeling a sour feeling in her heart. To be honest, she and Princess Chen, the loyal and upright, had met only a few times.

At the welcoming banquet when she first arrived in Miluo, she secretly sent her wedding dress and makeup after being granted marriage, and the wedding ceremony with Murong Qing. She pleaded on the day she entered the mansion, and when she returned from the palace and entrusted her orphan to him...

We only met a few times in a hurry, but now Chen has passed away and become a fragrant soul in the coffin.

As expected, life is unpredictable. The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop, the son wants to take care of his parents but they are no longer around. Murong Qing, a half-grown boy, is left alone to face the evil hearts of the world.

  Fang Zilan shook her head, feeling that her sudden thought was a bit absurd. As a person who predicted destiny, Murong Qing must have known that people's hearts were evil since childhood. Why did he have to wait until today to see it clearly?

However, what Mu Churui did...

She looked at Murong Qing who was slowly standing up, and sighed inwardly. After today, he and Mu Churui would be enemies who would fight to the death.

"Please in, Prince." The guards guarding the palace gate made way for Murong Qing, but stopped Fang Zilan outside.

"The king has ordered that the third Miss Fang of Dajing is not allowed to enter to pay tribute." The guard's voice was like a loud bell. Fang Zilan couldn't help laughing. It seemed that Mu Chu Rui was waiting here, ready to vent his anger on her.

Murong Qing, who had already stepped into the palace, turned around abruptly and asked angrily, "What did you say?"

"The king's order, please don't embarrass the Crown Prince and Miss Fang San..." Before the guard finished speaking, Fang Zilan took two steps forward, "I embarrass you? I think it's more like you embarrass me."

As she spoke, she casually pulled out the guard's knife and put it on his neck, causing him to panic involuntarily, "Miss Fang San, what are you doing..."

"Miss Fang San?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows and repeated the title playfully, then her expression turned cold. "It's true that I'm Miss Fang San from Dajing, but I'm also the wife of the Crown Prince of Miluo Zhongzheng Palace, so I'm half a Murong. It's only natural for me to go in and see the princess off. If anyone dares to stop me, you might as well give it a try."

The guard opened his mouth but could not say anything. Just as the stalemate reached a deadlock, a voice came from the mansion, "I have heard that Miss Fang is weak and cannot take care of herself. But today, I see that she is shouting and killing with awe. Seeing is believing."

Murong Qing's expression froze. Before he could say anything, Fang Zilan said, "Prince, you don't have to worry about me. Go in and see the princess off first. Don't let her wait too long."

Upon hearing this, Murong Qing clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves into fists, nodded slightly, and walked into the palace without looking back.

However, before Fang Zilan could take a step, she was stopped by Lord Jiang and the guards at the same time. The former was indignant and the latter was cautious.

"Zi Lan is just telling the truth. If you can't stand it, Lord Jiang, just get out." Murong Xun's expression was sharp, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, "lest you dirty my palace."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zilan noticed that Murong Xun was followed by two cleaning servants, who cleaned all the way to the door.

Seeing this, Lord Jiang froze, "My Lord, do you really want to..."

"Master Jiang, if you don't get out of here, don't blame me for being rude." Murong Xun interrupted Master Jiang in a cold voice. He didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore, so he took out his anger on Fang Zilan, saying, "How can a good woman like you brandish a sword and a knife..."

"My son's new wife is the future mistress of the Zhongzheng Palace. No one else can comment on what she wants to do." Murong Xun said word by word, in a deep voice: "Master Jiang, if you can't speak, then shut up."

Lord Jiang's face was pale and he left in disgrace. The guards beside him were in a dilemma, "Prince, we are following the order of the king. We must not let the prince's wife go..." "If that's the case." Murong Xun's expression was slightly relieved, but he was extremely arrogant when he spoke, "Then please ask the king to come and give the order in person. Everyone in the Zhongzheng Palace will obey."

The guard was trembling with fear. Before he could say anything, he saw Fang Zilan had already stepped over the threshold of the palace. He did not dare to delay and immediately asked his companions to go back to the palace to report the news.

Murong Xun saw everything they did, but didn't react. He just followed Fang Zilan and walked in.

At this time, Murong Qing knelt in the mourning hall, his face tense and cold as ice. "I will say this one last time, please leave."

Fang Zilan subconsciously stopped and looked at the small figure in the hall. He was kneeling in front of the coffin, with his body straight, as if guarding something.

"Sir, we are all here to pay our respects..." The few people standing in the hall bowed and just as they were about to speak, Murong Qing interrupted them, "General Fu, if you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude."

Another person beside him couldn't help but say, "Why is the prince so aggressive? Princess..."

"Shut up! You are not worthy to mention my mother." Murong Qing's eyes were full of hatred. "If it weren't for you beasts in human form, how could my Zhongzheng Palace be in this state today? My mother, why would she be in this state..."

He was crying and sobbing. Fang Zilan pursed her lips, but she seemed to be frozen and never took another step forward.

Murong Xun, who followed closely behind him, did not say anything and walked straight into the mourning hall. "Why are you not leaving yet? Are you waiting for me to invite you in?"

"Your Highness, we can understand the Crown Prince..." Someone approached him in an almost flattering manner. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Murong Xun cut him off with a glare, "Understand?"

The man was frightened and said, "My... Your Majesty..."

"Get out!" Murong Qing yelled as if he couldn't bear it any longer. Several people in the hall exchanged glances and left quickly.

Murong Qing's chest was rising and falling, as if he had lost all his strength, and he fell straight forward. The moment his head was about to hit the coffin, Murong Xun hugged him tightly, "Qing'er..."

"Father..." Murong Qing burst into tears and grabbed Murong Xun's lapel tightly, "Mother, concubine, is dead..."

His voice was extremely soft, more like a confirmation than a statement. It was only at this moment, leaning in his father's arms, taking off all guard, that he could chew carefully and slowly accept the fact.

When Murong Xun heard this, his heart was as sharp as a knife, "Qing'er, don't be afraid, my father is here."

The sound penetrated people's hearts, and a simple word of comfort made Murong Qing calm down. He also asked Fang Zilan to turn his back and raise his head high to prevent tears from falling.

A general's reputation is ruined after hundreds of battles, and he has lost all his old friends from thousands of miles away.

If she hadn't experienced it herself, she wouldn't have felt the same way about the Zhongzheng Palace. But Murong Xun and Murong Qing, the father and son, still had each other. But she had nothing.