Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1411 Conflict

"Does your Fang family have to do this?" Hong Tai said angrily, "Whoever wants to regret it can regret it, but I don't regret it."

His voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for Fang Zilan to hear clearly. However, she turned a deaf ear to him and did not slow down her pace at all, so he had to catch up with her quickly, "Wait for me."

After walking an unknown distance, Fang Zilan finally stopped. Hongtai, who was standing not far behind her, breathed a sigh of relief. "You know Fang Zitong's temper better than I do. She..."

"Don't you think before you speak?" Fang Zilan snorted coldly, interrupting Hongtai's words, "That was also tacitly approved by Fang Chongzheng."

Hongtai walked to Fang Zilan thoughtfully, "Don't tell me that you have never doubted Fang Chongzheng."

"Doubtful?" Fang Zilan repeated the word and suddenly smiled, "Someone has told me since I was a child that if the water is clear, there will be no fish. To put it bluntly, there is no good person in the world."

"That's too extreme." Hongtai shook his head as if he didn't agree. Fang Zilan looked at him sideways, "Who do you think is the good person?"

"What is good?" Hongtai asked without answering, "There are countless bad things in this world. You have seen it no less than I have. You know that right and wrong are not very clear between black and white, so why do you have to distinguish good from bad?"

Hearing this, Fang Zilan turned away and said in a low voice, "I want to go home."

Hongtai was stunned. For a moment, he didn't know where Fang Zilan meant home, so he could only murmur: "Okay, I'll accompany you home."

Fang Zilan seemed to be interested, and raised her eyebrows to look at Hongtai, "The Fang family doesn't want me anymore, where else can I go back?"

"You..." Hongtai subconsciously wanted to say Prince Zhongzheng's palace, but for some reason he swallowed it back and replaced it with, "The world is so big, I will accompany you wherever you want to go."

"Sounds good." Fang Zilan nodded, reached out and patted Hongtai on the shoulder, "Thanks."

"What do you mean?" Hongtai had a bad premonition in his heart, but he saw Fang Zilan's eyes looking past him and falling somewhere, "What should have come has come."

Her voice was very soft, but her expression was indescribably cold. Upon seeing this, Hongtai turned around suddenly and saw Murong Qing and Xia Houzhang walking slowly under the moonlight.

"Thank you, Mr. Xiahou, for helping to find my wife." Murong Qing said politely, and Xiahou Zhang said quietly: "Your Majesty, you are too polite. The southeastern land is constantly in turmoil, and it is really not suitable for the Crown Prince and his wife. It is best for you two to leave for the capital as soon as possible. ."

"When my husband and I will set off, I don't need to bother Sir Xiahou." Murong Qing's expression darkened a bit. , just to see the fate of the Fang family."

Wu Qing pursed her lips and finally set her sights on Wen Ya. "Mr. Wen, what is her injury like? Is it really not serious?"

Wen Ya clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, "Yes, it's really nothing serious, just superficial injuries."

Ji Ningtian listened without any reaction. He just waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

Wu Qing and Wen Ya walked a long way out of Hong'an Pavilion before whispering, "Mr. Wen, what you said is true..."

"Wu Qing." Wen Ya interrupted Wu Qing and said in a deep voice, "If everyone in the world thinks that A Wan and I are using witchcraft, do you think we will survive?"

Wu Qing's expression froze, and she subconsciously argued, "Young Master wouldn't..."

As soon as she said this, she regretted it. Wouldn't the young master abandon Wen Ya and A Wan? The corpses of the Ten Kings of Hell were found by the court not long ago, and they were abandoned, let alone others? But if she admitted that everyone was a pawn in the hands of the young master who could be abandoned at any time, she would be unable to stop the fear.

After all, she is also one of these chess pieces.

"It seems that you already know the answer." Wen Ya looked at Wu Qing, whose face turned pale. "In that case, please take care of yourself."

Cong Rong looked at the two people under the tree from afar. Although she couldn't hear what they said, she could sense from the depressing atmosphere that it was not a good thing. After all, it had come to this.

According to Ji Ningtian's personality, he would rather be feared by the world than admired by the world. But I wonder how far he is from being deserted by everyone?

At this time in Fengyi Palace, Fang Zilan looked at the broken porcelain pieces scattered on the ground, then looked at her right hand wrapped in gauze, and slowly closed her eyes.

She had already spilled three bowls of porridge. Even if Fang Ziqin let her do what she wanted, the current scene was enough to show that her right hand was broken and she would probably never be able to hold a sword again.

A Wan walked in, walked around the maid who was cleaning the floor, went to the bed, looked at Fang Zilan and said, "Don't be anxious, take your time."

"Awan." Fang Zilan opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her steadily, "Is it possible for me to still hold the sword?"

"Holding a pen is possible, but holding a sword..." Awan hesitated for a moment and whispered, "It should be impossible."

Fang Zilan took a deep breath and turned her head away as if she was upset. Seeing this, Awan quickly said, "It's hard to say. What if? Maybe if you take good care of yourself and recover quickly, you can..."

"Such words can't comfort me." Fang Zilan's voice was muffled. "So many years have passed. Although I dare not say that I am proficient in it, I can say that a long illness makes a doctor."

She raised her right hand and said, "This kind of injury can't be healed."

"Since you know, why are you asking me?" A Wan glared at Fang Zilan angrily, "You also said that you are not proficient in medicine, so you still hold out a glimmer of hope, right? As a doctor, do you think I should wipe out your hope?"

"I shouldn't have such hope." Fang Zilan moved her fingers wrapped in gauze, "It's better to wipe it out."

A Wan was choked by Fang Zilan and was speechless for a moment. The maids beside her retreated with great tact. Only Fang Ziqin, who was standing by the window, straightened her sleeves and said in a calm voice: "If there is no hope, why did you still hold on to come back when you were so seriously injured?"

Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, and then she said, "I promised someone, and I must keep my promise."

"Really?" Fang Ziqin looked at Fang Zilan steadily, as if she saw through her, causing her to confide, "I never thought I could come back alive. Before I lost consciousness, I was still thinking that I shouldn't have said those nonsense words about keeping my promise to you and keeping your eternal life. How could I come back in that state? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"But you still came back." Fang Ziqin said word by word, "You came back alive."

"Yes." Fang Zilan laughed at herself. Why? Perhaps it was the plum branch that fell from her chest before she nearly fell down, which reminded her that there were still many people waiting for her in the capital, and she couldn't stop there.

Now, she not only lives for herself, but also for the people she is connected to.