Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1371: Cast

The high priest said quietly, "Prince Zhongzheng is not an easy person to deal with. Even if you save him, he may not be grateful to you."

"So the high priest already knew about it." Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, "Then why did you marry Tao Zhiwei into the Zhongzheng Palace and watch her lose her life?"

The high priest was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I have no choice. As for Zhiwei, that was her choice. The Tao family has been weak for many years, and each generation is weaker than the previous one. If we don't approve of this marriage, how can we survive?"

As she spoke, she suddenly seemed to remember something and sighed, "Isn't it the same for you? If it weren't for the Fang family, would you marry into the Zhongzheng Palace? Family, blood, power, who can really give it up?"

"The Fang family has protected me more than once, I have to repay them at least once." Fang Zilan said indifferently, "What's more, such a marriage in name only is beneficial to me."

The high priest couldn't help but ask, "Do you really think so in your heart?"

Fang Zilan responded bluntly: "High Priest, are you really at peace with yourself?"

Hearing this, the high priest's expression was stern. "Tao's ancestor was once a wood spirit of the Yin-Yang family. When the Yin-Yang family overthrew the high priest and she went into exile, she saved her life. So the high priest promised that as long as she and her descendants survived, she would protect the Tao family."

Her voice became softer and softer until it was barely audible at the end. "But I broke my promise."

"Is this the reason why you turned a blind eye and allowed Murong Qing to do whatever he wanted?" Fang Zilan stroked the honeysuckle in her hand, "You used the prophecy of destiny as an excuse, just because you didn't want someone like Mu Churui to control Miluo..."

"The prophecy of destiny is not an excuse..." The high priest hastily refuted, but she only said half of the sentence before stopping abruptly. Even if the prophecy of destiny was true, she could not deny what Fang Zilan said, let alone admit it -

It turns out that canaries also have selfish desires, use the prophecy of destiny to secretly act, and then comfort themselves that everything is inevitable.

"Mu Churui doesn't believe in the Yin-Yang family. He will only use me as a puppet and use the prophecy of destiny to eliminate dissidents." The high priest heard his own voice, which was extremely heavy, but more sober than ever. "As long as he is the leader of the country, and with the example of the Tao family, the Yin-Yang family will linger on."

She clenched her fists and spoke each word with gritted teeth, "I don't want to suffer through the long winter days and finally watch the Yin Yang family disappear into ashes one day."

Fang Zilan remained silent, her eyes fell on the honeysuckle in her hand. Honeysuckle?

  But everyone knows that the word "forbearance" is like a knife above your head. If you don't hurt others, you will hurt yourself. How easy is it to survive the severe cold in winter?

"At this point, I don't ask for understanding." Before the high priest finished speaking, a silver light flashed between his sleeves, and a dagger was already at Fang Zilan's neck. "But Fang Zilan, if you dare to reveal even a word, I will fight you to the death."

"Fight?" Fang Zilan didn't even frown. "What can the high priest use to fight me? The Yin-Yang family and the Fang family are equally matched in Miluo and Dajing. What is there to fight?"

The high priest's hand trembled slightly, and the dagger almost cut the skin on Fang Zilan's neck. "It seems that the rumors are true. The Fang family has left Beijing."

Fang Zilan raised her hand and grasped the High Priest's wrist, and said calmly, "High Priest, has anyone ever taught you that when you kill someone, you must keep your hands steady? This is even more true when you are threatening someone."

"Miss Fang San..." Li Qiyou moved his lips. Fang Zilan vaguely recognized that he was calling her, so she simply pulled his hand and quickly wrote on his palm: "My legs hurt. Please bear with me, Your Majesty."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to be in unbearable pain in her legs and was about to sit on the ground. Seeing this, Li Qiyou didn't care about anything else, took her hand and brought her into his arms.

"Your Highness..." Fang Zilan opened her mouth, and her warm breath brushed across Li Qiyou's earlobe, and his face turned even redder, "Don't move." Fang Zilan was stunned. It was not that she deliberately lied to trip Li Qiyou, but the leg injury she suffered on New Year's Eve had been delayed for too long and had not yet healed. Now she really couldn't bear to squat here for a while.

But if Li Qiyou were to behave like this and be discovered hugging each other secretly, it would be even more difficult to explain than what happened to Li Qianning and Mu Chuji in front of them.

However, what you fear will come true. Before Fang Zilan could push Li Qiyou away, she heard Mu Chuji's voice coming from far away, "Who is it?"

Fang Zilan secretly screamed in her heart, but Li Qiyou didn't give her a chance to move. He pressed her head in his arms, tightened his arms around her, and then stood up holding her in his arms.

Although Li Qiyou's face was still slightly red, he looked generous and did not shy away from suspicion. Mu Chuji was startled, and then chuckled, "I don't know that the prince is also a romantic person."

Li Qianning, who was following Mu Chuji, was about to have a fit, but stopped when she saw it was Li Qiyou, "Brother Emperor, you..."

She hesitated to speak, her eyes fell on the person in Li Qiyou's arms, "Who is she? You... you actually..."

Fang Zilan rarely saw Li Qianning frustrated, let alone like this. She clearly wanted to tear her apart, but because she was in Li Qiyou's arms, she couldn't even finish her words.

So she couldn't help but laugh. Although she didn't make a sound, her body was shaking visibly. Li Qiyou, who was holding her, said in a serious and warm voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Seeing Li Qiyou cherishing the woman in his arms so carefully, Li Qianning couldn't help but get furious. She took a step forward to pull her out of his arms to see where this vixen came from.

Unexpectedly, Li Qiyou was already prepared. He turned sideways to avoid Li Qianning's hand and frowned: "Xiao Ning, don't mess around."

"I'm not messing around." Li Qianning's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air and said angrily: "Brother Emperor, why do the two princesses in your palace still mess around with the maids and lose their decency? Do you know, if Li... …His Majesty learned that…”

"I know." Li Qiyou interrupted Li Qianning in a deep voice, "But Xiaoning, do you know what you are doing?"

As he spoke, he looked steadily at Mu Chuji, who was watching the excitement, "Your Highness, King Qi, what are you doing here?"

"Same as the prince." Mu Chuji stood in front of Li Qianning calmly, confronting Li Qiyou and said, "tryst."

Before he finished speaking, Li Qianning blushed and glared at him fiercely, but he was completely unaware, "Don't you think the prince also thinks that the secluded place here is an excellent tryst..."

"Mu Chuji, shut up." Li Qianning sternly stopped Mu Chuji's last words. He curled his lips and said, "Qianning, you don't dare to admit it, do you?"

What he said was quite frivolous, even Li Qianning's expression changed, "Mu Chuji, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." The smile on Mu Chuji's face grew wider, "I came here today just to tell Princess Dejia that your Majesty has approved the marriage between the two countries."

After saying this, he raised his hand and brushed the ends of Li Qianning's hair, dusting off a petal. "Soon, I will address you as princess and royal sister-in-law."