Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1397 Deception

Queen Mother Lin had finished burning incense and was not sure what she was talking about with Murong Xun. Even if Li Qianning did not go over to listen, she knew that she was just saying a few soft words on behalf of Mu Chu Rui.

Mu Chuji on the side lowered his attitude and started a conversation with Murong Qing, but the other party ignored him and looked very cold.

However, Fang Zilan had come over at some point and was now lowering her head and acting like an obedient daughter-in-law who was observing mourning.

Li Qianning became more and more annoyed and accidentally bumped into a maid who was delivering cakes to the mourning hall, knocking the dishes out of her hands.

Hearing the noise, everyone in the hall looked over. Li Qianning pursed her lips and apologized softly. But in this case, Lin and Mu Chuji couldn't stay any longer, so they said goodbye and left soon.

Fang Zilan knelt on the ground and looked at Murong Qing. His face was red and unnatural, and it was obvious that he had a fever again.

"Qing'er, you go and rest. I'll keep watch tonight." Murong Xun held Murong Qing's shoulders, but heard him stubbornly say, "I want to keep watch for my mother, father..."

"Prince, do what you can." Fang Zilan interrupted Murong Qing abruptly, "Tonight, I will keep watch for the princess."

Murong Qing's expression froze, "You..."

"We are both juniors, why can the prince keep it but I can't?" Fang Zilan said seriously, "Does the prince also think that I am not a loyal member of the palace?"

"That's not what I meant..." Murong Qing denied it flatly, his whole body shaking with fever.

"I'm here, nothing will happen." Fang Zilan stood up and bowed, saying, "Please, Your Majesty, take the prince back to his room."

Murong Xun was silent for a while, finally nodded, picked up Murong Qing, and walked out of the mourning hall.

Fang Zilan's legs were numb from kneeling, so she just pulled up a cushion and sat down. Fortunately, the adults who were pretending to be nice had been sent away by Murong Xun and Murong Qing, and as it was getting dark, few people came to pay their respects, so no one accused her of being rude.

However, after a whole day without eating or drinking, even Fang Zilan's stomach was rumbling. But she was not allowed to eat during the first three days of mourning. Even if she wanted someone to bring her some food, no one dared to respond.

So she simply went to the kitchen while it was dark and made some food and drinks. When she returned to the mourning hall, she saw two more people outside the hall. The servants and maids stopped them, all with embarrassed faces.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zilan walked over with a food box. The servants and maids were relieved to see her coming, but when they saw what was in her hand, they looked embarrassed.

Fang Zilan was very generous and raised her hand to invite him in. "Your Highness Prince Yucheng, Master Zhuge, please come in."

With the host's permission, Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu entered the mourning hall. The maid standing closest to Fang Zilan couldn't help but whispered: "Madam, these two adults are..."

"Okay, all of you can go down." Fang Zilan's face was expressionless, and the maid looked anxious, "Madam, you are alone in a room with these two adults, how can it be proper?"

Fang Zilan glanced at the maid and said, "What do you think I will do inside or outside the princess's mourning hall? If you think I am being inappropriate, you might as well ask the prince and the crown prince to come over."

The maid's face turned pale immediately, "I dare not..."

"If you don't dare, then retreat." Fang Zilan's face showed a hint of impatience. The servants and maids exchanged glances with each other and retreated.

"You and I both know what kind of person she is." Fang Ziqin hesitated for a moment, but continued, "When she was young, she once broke into the underground palace of the imperial city alone for the title of the best in the world. If it weren't for you..." She paused, and seeing that Master Yuan looked calm, she continued, "If you had asked His Majesty, who was then His Royal Highness the Prince of Xiang, for help, I'm afraid she would have lost her life long ago."

"I understand what you mean." Master Liaoyuan nodded slightly and said, "She has never been afraid of death. If there is anything that ranks last in her heart, it must be life and death. But now it is different. She has something to tie to her heart, and she will no longer easily ignore life and death."

Fang Ziqin said thoughtfully, "Are you talking about Mo Han, Mr. Mo?"

"Not only Mr. Mo, but also Miss Awan, the young medical girl beside Mr. Wen Ya, and..." Master Liao Yuan raised the corners of his lips and looked at Fang Ziqin and said, "You, and the Fang family behind you."

Fang Ziqin relaxed her expression and said with a smile: "It's not like I haven't thought about it. She's just stubborn. She still cares about the Fang family in her heart. But..."

She stopped talking and looked at Master Yuan steadily, "Ajun, do you remember that I once told you that she and I are not biological sisters?"

When Master Liaoyuan heard the name Ajun, he surprisingly did not resist. It was neither like the persistence he showed when he repeatedly corrected Li Shengxuan, nor like the way he turned a deaf ear when he occasionally heard others calling Zhuge Jun.

Just because when Fang Ziqin called Ajun, he saw the bright and decisive girl's look on her face, which was his first love.

"I remember." There was a look of nostalgia in Master Liaoyuan's eyes, like the fiery red cassock outside the spotless monk's robe, hot and sincere.

I remember every word you said. Even after living in Buddhism for so many years, I still haven't forgotten a single word.

Being stared at by such eyes, Fang Ziqin wanted to dodge for no reason, but was attracted to him as if possessed by an evil spirit, and could not look away for a long time.

Master Liaoyuan never showed any impatience and did not say anything until Fang Ziqin realized her own misconduct and turned her head to the side and whispered, "I was disrespectful."

"It's okay." Master Liaoyuan said in a gentle voice: "The tea is cold, I'll change it for you."

"Ajun." Fang Ziqin suddenly called out, picked up the cup on the table and drank it all in one gulp eagerly.

It was as if he was afraid of losing something, or as if he just felt that this cup of tea had been changed and would no longer be the same cup as before...

Just like them, there is no going back.

"Qin'er, I'm here." Master Liaoyuan watched Fang Ziqin put the teacup back on the table, but still held it tightly and refused to let go. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

"Ajun, will you always be here?" Fang Ziqin was like a drowning person who saw the only hope of life-saving. However, it was too far away, and she could not tell whether this hope was a straw that would break at the slightest tug, or a piece of driftwood that could carry her to shore.

"Yes." Master Liaoyuan was unable to extend his hand after all, but stopped at the middle of the table closer to Fang Ziqin, "Wherever you are, there I will be."

Fang Ziqin looked down at the two hands on the table. One of them crossed the middle, trying to get closer but unable to do so. The other held the cup tightly, not daring to give it up, but greedy for the warmth of the other. Just like the relationship between them, it was always out of reach.

She closed her eyes suddenly, and when she opened them again, she had calmed down a lot, "She knew her life experience."