Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1454 Investment
"What is going on, Prince?" Although Fang Zilan had nothing nice to say, she still walked in, pulled over a cushion, and sat down next to Murong Qing.

Murong Qing knelt straight and looked Fang Zilan in the eye: "Sister, have you met my mother?"

Fang Zilan nodded, "I have seen it."

"My mother is in poor health, unable to bear children, and not old enough, so she is not the best candidate for the loyal princess." Murong Qing's expression was gloomy, "But my father likes her and will not marry anyone other than my mother."

Fang Zilan tilted her head slightly, "Prince, with the ancestral tablets in front of us, do you really want to say this about the prince and princess?"

Murong Qing ignored Fang Zilan's words and said to herself, "I think it's because of my mother's temperament, which is most compatible with my father's. She is upright and resolute, and is the most worthy person in this world to be called loyal and upright."

Fang Zilan said noncommittally, "The prince just told me an hour ago that being too strong can easily break. How come you suddenly changed your mind?"

"In my lifetime, I will never be like my father, sacrificing everything for the so-called loyalty." Murong Qing's voice was filled with gnashing teeth, "From now on, I will protect the Zhongzheng Palace."

Fang Zilan looked at the half-grown boy in front of her and suddenly wanted to tell him, can you please stop fighting so hard? The whole Zhongzheng Palace only hoped that he would be safe, nothing more...

But she found she couldn't say it at all.

Some people's lives are destined to be fought for.

Just like a few years ago, when she first came to this world, if someone told her not to fight hard and to let others manipulate her, she would definitely not accept it. In this situation, what position does she have to persuade Murong Qing to let go?

"But, I'm afraid..." Murong Qing's voice became much lower, almost inaudible, "I'm afraid, it's too late."

Fang Zilan blurted out: "What do you mean it's too late?"

"Mother, I can't bear it any longer." Murong Qing turned away and covered her face with her sleeves. "I'm afraid I won't even be able to see her for the last time."

"No." Fang Zilan stretched out her hand, but stopped in mid-air. The more she wavered, the more she had to remind herself not to be soft-hearted.

"The day after tomorrow... we will set off, what if..." Murong Qing sobbed and could not utter a complete sentence.

Fang Zilan's hand finally fell on Murong Qing's shoulder. "It won't happen. Next year, I will go back to Miluo with you to visit my relatives."

It's not that she didn't leave any room for maneuver, it's just that she didn't want to be used as a sword again. Murong Qing's words were nothing more than an attempt to delay time. Although it was a foregone conclusion that he would be held hostage in Dajing, the longer the night, the more dreams there are. Who knows what accidents will happen if they are delayed for a few days?
If she could not resist Murong Qing's pleading and spoke up for mercy, some people would inevitably think that she was being disloyal and only caring about her husband's family.

Regardless of how others view her, Fang Ziqin, who is far away in the imperial harem of the capital, is likely to be subject to a wave of rumors. Even the Fang family, who have already left the capital, may be accused of having ulterior motives.

Gossip can melt gold, and constant criticism can destroy a person. She has seen this happen too many times, and she must not let it happen to the Fang family.

But... Princess Chen, the loyal and upright one, looks like she doesn't have much time left. If it's as Murong Qing said...

Fang Zilan didn't dare to think further. Murong Qing turned around and grabbed her arm, "Sister, I'm really scared..."

He murmured and repeated these words, and Fang Zilan realized that his body temperature was much higher than usual, and he actually had a fever. I don't know if it was because of today's twists and turns, or because he cried so hard... "Sister..." Murong Qing burst into tears and held Fang Zilan's arm tightly. Before she could think about it, her body had already responded, "I'll take you back."

"Master Zhuge, my young lady..." Qiu Chan hesitated to speak, Zhuge Yu's expression was gloomy and unclear, "She broke her leg and needs to rest well."

"Broken your leg?" Qiu Chan gasped, "Doesn't that mean you won't be able to walk?"

"The specific situation can only be known after the imperial physician's diagnosis." Zhuge Yu tilted his head and restrained his expression, "Please don't worry too much, young lady."

Qiu Chan bit her lip and thanked Zhuge Yu, but she saw that he had no intention of leaving. "Master Zhuge, do you have anything else to say?"

"Nothing." Zhuge Yu shook his head. "I heard that Miss Fang has always been weak, so I want to wait until she wakes up and make sure she is fine before leaving."

"Master Zhuge is very thoughtful." Qiu Chan nodded and said, "I will go and ask the imperial physician to come over right away."

Zhuge Yu looked at Qiu Chan's back and thought to himself that Fang Zilan had found such an honest girl to follow her around from somewhere, and that she had watched her jump off the city wall without any suspicion at all.

"Mo Han..." Fang Zilan's mumbling brought Zhuge Yu back to his senses. He sat beside the couch and called out "Sister Lan" tentatively. However, the person on the couch did not respond, probably because she had not yet regained consciousness.

Zhuge Yu felt his heart beating very fast, and even had the urge to escape. He didn't know how he would face Fang Zilan once she woke up.

The whole thing happened too suddenly, and even he hadn't figured out the cause and effect, let alone the key points. If the murderer wanted to kill Mo Han, how did he know that Mo Han was performing in the New Year's drama for Xu Yi? Or did the murderer want Xu Yi's life and kill Mo Han by mistake...

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Although Xu Yi is the son of Xu You, he is mediocre and has not made any achievements. Even now as the head of the Ministry of Justice, he is unable to do his job well. Who would want his life?

Or did the murderer want to kill Xu Yi in order to deal with his father Xu Youtong, who was already the Minister of Revenue?
Too many possibilities are entangled together, like a tangled mess that cannot be cut or sorted out.

Zhuge Yu couldn't help but sigh and slowly closed his eyes. Compared with the situation, he was more worried about Fang Zilan waking up. If she woke up and asked about Mo Han...

No, not if. Given Fang Zilan's attitude towards Mo Han, she would definitely ask, but how should he answer?

Without knowing anything, no matter what he said, it would be pale and powerless. Even words like "my condolences" might be difficult for him to say.

It was because the person lying on the bed was the one who had seen the most life and death in the whole of Dajing, had held the most lives in his hands, but who held Mo Han at the top of his heart.

How could she accept that someone important to her lost his life without knowing why...

"No..." Fang Zilan seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. She curled up into a ball, the sweat on her face wet her hair, and she looked extremely painful.

"Sister Lan?" Zhuge Yu reached out and covered Fang Zilan's forehead, but unexpectedly she grabbed his wrist with her backhand. The force was so great that he couldn't help but hiss, "It's me, Zhuge Yu."

Perhaps Fang Zilan heard a familiar voice, or perhaps she felt at ease because she was holding something in her hands. In any case, she gradually loosened her grip. Seeing this, Zhuge Yu was about to pull his hand back, but she held it tightly again.

After several attempts, Zhuge Yu stopped struggling and let Fang Zilan hold his wrist. His breathing slowly stabilized.