Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1443 Surrender
Everyone fell silent and looked towards the source of the sound. Fang Zilan bowed and greeted Xu Yi, the eldest son of Xu Youtong's family across from them.

Mo Han, who was following Xu Yi with his head down, was stunned when he heard the voice and looked over subconsciously. The person in front of him was extremely thin, with a faint blush on her pale cheeks, and she looked very delicate and shy. Although she looked 80% like his sister Lan, her words and deeds were different. It seemed that he was indeed overthinking.

His sister Lan is no longer with us.

Fang Zilan observed Mo Han's reaction calmly. In order to make everyone believe it, she did not even tell Mo Han and A Wan about the prisoner replacement. Even Xiao Xuan'er was forced to reveal her true colors after she arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion and was forced into a corner by all kinds of tests.

But even so, she never really told Xiao Xuan'er what was going on behind the scenes. They just knew each other tacitly that the third young lady in the prime minister's mansion was Fang Zilan, the Duke of Yue.

"It's so rare to see Miss Fang San." Xu Yi returned the greeting. Fang Zilan half covered her face with a round fan and chuckled, "Mr. Xu, you're joking. I'm weak and can't stand the wind. I don't like to walk around, but this flower show is organized by Madam Wang. How dare I not give her face?"

Xu Yi sneered in his heart. Mrs. Wang Quanrui held a flower show every year. She was not seen in previous years, but she was very attentive this year. How could someone change so much? It was because she didn't receive invitations in previous years. This year, everyone wanted to watch the fun, so they invited her to come. Give Mrs. Wang face? Does she know her own weight? Does she really think she is a noble lady?

As expected, someone immediately sneered, "When it comes to joking, who can compare to Miss Fang?" The person spoke in a loud voice, walking towards this side as he spoke.

Fang Zilan looked up and felt that he looked familiar. After a little thought, she remembered that he was Wang Xianhui, the son of Wang Quanrui. This flower show was organized by his mother, so he was half the host and naturally acted arrogantly.

"Young Master Wang, I am unworthy of your kindness." Fang Zilan was very polite and courteous, but Wang Xianhui's face suddenly darkened, "Young Master Wang? Miss Fang is really too ignorant."

Fang Zilan sneered secretly. She deliberately revealed her flaws, and the little fool fell into the trap. When she performed in the New Year's community play before, Wang Xianhui played the role of a demon with her. At that time, she knew that Wang Xianhui had an official position, but Wei Mao had ridiculed him for being unworthy of the position. Who would have thought that he would still care about it today. It seems that he is still a small official with a big temper.

However, she pretended to be frightened and said carefully: "Did I... say something wrong to make Prince Wang so angry?"

"You!" Wang Xianhui's punch was like hitting cotton, but the girl opposite saw him glaring at her, and her eyes turned red with fear. She looked innocent and pitiful, as if she was bullied by him.

Seeing this, Xu Yi hurriedly tried to smooth things over, saying, "Don't be afraid, Miss Fang San. It's just that Lord Wang already holds an official position, so the title of Young Master is inappropriate."

Fang Zilan immediately understood and said, "So that's how it is. I didn't know that Young Master Wang is actually Lord Wang."

Actually? Wang Xianhui was furious and took a step forward. However, before he could say anything, Fang Zilan was frightened by his aggressive look and staggered. She rolled her eyes and fainted.

"I..." Murong Qing took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "When my mother passed away, you supported me, and I am very grateful. This time, it's my turn to support you."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zilan said, "Stop the car."

Meng Tingyang, who was driving, reined in his horse and said, "My Lord, Madam, do you have any instructions?"

Fang Zilan stood up, opened the curtain, and jumped out of the carriage. Meng Tingyang wanted to help her, but she pushed him away. He could only watch her stagger two steps and barely stabilize her body.

"Madam, what are you doing..." Before Meng Tingyang could say anything, he was interrupted by Fang Zilan. However, she was not talking to him, but to Murong Qing in the carriage, "I don't need anyone to support me." Every word she spoke was arrogant and cold, as if she wanted to shut up everyone else's words.

Awan, who was riding in the carriage behind, heard it and jumped off the carriage. She frowned and asked, "Why are you so angry?"

Fang Zilan did not respond to Awan's words, and said to herself: "If I can fight for justice, it will be the best tribute to Mo Han."

Hearing this, Awan reacted suddenly, as if her guess was confirmed, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When she first heard that they were going to Mushan Pass, she had a vague guess in her mind, and now it was finally confirmed. As expected, their trip to Mushan Pass was to pay tribute to Mo Han.

However, after Mo Han's death, he was regarded as Xu Yi, the son of Xu You, and was buried in the Xu family's ancestral tomb instead of the Mo family's ancestral tomb in Mushan Pass. Can I really see it on this trip?

"Sister, are you fighting for justice for Mo Han, or are you using this as an excuse not to see Mo Han?" Murong Qing's voice came from the carriage, and it was still loud through the curtains of the carriage, making Fang Zilan speechless for a long time. Word.

"Who said I don't dare to see Mo Han?" It took a long time before Fang Zilan heard her own voice. It was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

Provoking someone is always effective. Murong Qing thought so and got off the carriage. "If he dared, why haven't you gone to see him once in the past few months?"

"Whether I see you or not is my business, what does it have to do with you?" Fang Zilan gritted her teeth and said, "Murong Qing, you..."

"It really has nothing to do with me." Murong Qing intercepted Fang Zilan's last words and said seriously: "But I know that if I can't say goodbye properly, you will never let go."

Fang Zilan stared at Murong Qing blankly, and listened to him continue, "If you hadn't fought for me that day, and I hadn't returned to the palace to see my mother for the last time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive today."

He paused as he spoke, "And before, if you hadn't let me see Mr. Zuo for the last time... I wouldn't have hated him so much."

The last half of the sentence seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing an indescribable viciousness, and even his pale and delicate face looked much more hideous.

"Hate?" Fang Zilan whispered to herself. If she said hate, the one she hated most was probably herself, who couldn't protect Mo Han and escape.

No matter what happened to Duke Xianyue or Zixiu, in the end, she couldn't even protect her only relative.

"Sister, if you don't want to, I will go for you..." Before Murong Qing could finish her words, Fang Zilan sternly stopped her, "You are not qualified."

Her face was as cold as snow, and her lips were tightly pursed. "If I want to go, I'll go by myself."