Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1483 Willing
"Today, you are a variable." Fang Zilan said directly. A Wan's face froze and she said unnaturally: "Isn't the head of the Wu family a variable?"

"Not really." Fang Zilan said calmly, "The head of the Wu family is weak-willed. He doesn't have the courage to use Wu Ying to drag the Xiahou family into the water, nor does he have the ruthlessness to abandon his family and cut off his arm to survive. He is destined to be one of the dogs biting each other. Dugu Linxiu, on the other hand, seems to want to use the power of the five Lingnan families to crush the Xiahou family to death."

"How could this be?" A Wan was stunned. "Isn't Dugu Linxiu afraid that the Xiahou family will turn the tables and harm the Dugu family behind her?"

"From what I've seen from Dugu Linxiu's words and actions, she seems to be ready to break off all ties with the Dugu family." Fang Zilan's expression was gloomy. "If that time really comes, she has nothing to lose, so she won't care about the life and death of the Xiahou family."

"If what you said is true, then Dugu Linxiu will become someone else's knife, right?" Awan said anxiously, "You should know better than me how many people want the Xiahou family dead. Once they succeed, the southeast..."

"Your Majesty is behind the Xiahou family." Fang Zilan interrupted Awan, her voice a little colder, "As long as Your Majesty doesn't want to, no one can kill the Xiahou family."

"Fang Zilan, do you believe this?" Awan clenched her fists. "His Majesty never stood behind someone, he stood behind the Duke of Yue in Dajing. When you were the Duke of Yue, he also stood behind you, but what happened to your family and what your current situation is, have you forgotten it?"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, but Fang Zilan just listened quietly, and waited until she finished before speaking, "If the Xiahou family has a clear conscience, what can a court trial do to them?"

"There are not many people in the world who have a clear conscience, but there are also many people who died unjustly." A Wan looked at the person in front of her steadily and asked, "Or have you only thought about your own justice from the beginning, and never considered others?"

"If you put yourself in your shoes, you can help others." Fang Zilan said lightly, "How can I care about others when I can't even get it myself?"

Awan wanted to say something else, but Fang Zilan sighed, "Awan, I'm not a savior. I want justice, but I just want the dead to rest in peace."

"Are the living worse than the dead?" Awan was indignant. Fang Zilan pursed her lips and said, "I can only promise to do my best. No one can guarantee more."

"I understand." A Wan took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind. "Since you can get here on your own, and you said I'm a variable, then I'll give it a try - to what extent I can change with my power."

"Awan..." Fang Zilan felt uneasy, but Awan didn't give her a chance to speak and just pulled her back.

Fang Zilan looked at Awan's back, felt the warmth of her palm, and gradually calmed down. She didn't say anything. At least, she didn't let go of her hand.

However, was poisoning and killing Dugu Linxiu's daughter the only thing that Ji Ningtian asked Awan to do without telling her?

She didn't want to think about it, and she didn't dare to ask. Back then, Guimen Zixiu was often helpless, let alone Awan?
"What are you thinking about? Why are you so absent-minded?" Awan turned around and waved at Fang Zilan. She shook her head and said, "Nothing."

A Wan didn't ask any more questions, she just raised her hand and pointed to a place not far away, "Look, your young master is here to look for you."

Fang Zilan looked over and saw Murong Qing walking towards them in the twilight. Meng Tingyang followed closely behind him, muttering to him to walk slower.

"Sister, I finally found you." Murong Qing walked up to Fang Zilan and stood in front of her. Seeing that she was safe and sound, he seemed relieved.

Fang Zilan took a quick look and saw that Murong Qing's face was pale, his breathing was unstable, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. She couldn't help but frowned slightly, "Your Highness is so anxious, what happened?" Fang Zilan bowed and suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked, "Your Excellency came from the capital, I wonder where..."

She didn't say anything else. Zhuge Yu understood in his heart, "Everything is fine. Your Majesty is blessed with great fortune. The capital is stable and no one dares to stir up trouble."

"That's good." Fang Zilan nodded slightly, as if relieved.

"Miss Xiu, don't worry. Just put yourself first and don't work too hard." Zhuge Yu tried to comfort her, and Awan echoed him, "Master Zhuge is right. I think Miss Xiu should relax. Everything will be fine..."

Fang Zilan smiled helplessly, chatted with Zhuge Yu and Awan for a few words, then packed up and went to the village chief's house.

Xia'er was silent all the way. Awan noticed that she was different and exclaimed, "You have a fever?"

"What's going on?" Fang Zilan stopped and picked up Xia'er, who was following closely. Only then did she realize that her body was burning hot. She couldn't help but frowned, "Why is it so sudden?"

"It's not sudden. I told you before that she..." Awan suddenly stopped talking. Fang Zilan reacted, "You mean, she had an attack?"

The two of them understood each other tacitly, and neither of them mentioned the word poison, but they knew better than anyone that once the poison took effect, life would be worse than death.

"Xia'er is still young and much more fragile than an adult, so the attack came quickly." Awan's voice became more anxious. "How far is the village chief's house?"

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"We're almost there." Fang Zilan hugged Xia'er tightly in her arms and quickened her pace.

When they arrived at the village chief's house, Fang Zilan didn't have time to clean up, so she put Xia'er on the bed. Awan gave her acupuncture to temporarily suppress the poison in her body.

Fang Zilan handed a silk handkerchief to Awan. After she took it, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "I can't go on like this. Sooner or later, I won't be able to control myself..."

"Is there any way?" Fang Zilan's voice was low, and A Wan was subconsciously stunned. "What do you mean, what method?"

"A way to make Xia'er less painful." Fang Zilan's eyes fell on Xia'er lying on the couch. Her cheeks were flushed and wrinkled, and she was babbling incoherently, revealing unspeakable pain.

"You..." Awan seemed to have lost all her strength. Her hands loosened and the handkerchief fell to the ground, covered with dust. She looked indescribably dejected.

"Awan, we can't save them..." Fang Zilan just opened her mouth, but Awan interrupted her, "So what if we can't save them? Fang Zilan, this is not the first day you've known me. Although I don't have your omnipotent means and abilities, as long as someone needs it, I will do my best to save them. Until the last moment, I won't allow anyone to touch my patients. Not even you."

"Awan..." Fang Zilan stretched out her hand, but was pushed away by Awan, "Fang Zilan, don't make me hate you, and don't..." make me hate myself.