Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1543 Destruction

Li Qiyou seemed to be a little drunk, and whispered softly: "You have a clear conscience, it is the Li family who let you down."

As soon as he said this, Zhuge Yu's expression changed slightly, "Prince, you..."

"Really?" Fang Zilan interrupted Zhuge Yu and looked at Li Qiyou steadily and said, "What if I feel guilty?"

Li Qiyou was stunned, "Fang Zilan, do you really think so?"

It was rare for him to address Fang Zilan by her full name, which startled her. The smile on her face froze for a moment, and then she changed the subject, "Your Highness, you seemed depressed all the way to Miluo. Is there anything on your mind?"

Hearing this, Li Qiyou coughed unnaturally and said, "I just can't bear to leave Xiao Ning..."

"You're lying." Fang Zilan bluntly exposed Li Qiyou, "If my guess is correct, the prince must have another purpose for this trip."

Li Qiyou pursed his lips and remained silent as if he agreed, so Fang Zilan continued to talk to herself, "Your Highness, what you want to do may not be easy. While there is still time and room for maneuver, you may as well consider it again..."

"It's okay to do something knowing it's impossible. Even if there's no result, at least there's no regret." Li Qiyou said every word seriously, "Even if you find out that there are many things in the world that you can't do, that's a matter for the future. At least now, there's still room for you to try."

Fang Zilan laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up and lay down on the steps without any image. Zhuge Yu covered his face with his sleeves, but couldn't hide his laughter.

After a long while, Fang Zilan finally stopped laughing, "My Lord, do you remember everything I said so clearly?"

"It makes sense, I remember it clearly." Li Qiyou looked calm and as if it was a matter of course. Zhuge Yu couldn't help but tease him, "Your Highness, you didn't secretly write it down with a pen and paper, did you?"

Fang Zilan was amused again and said frivolously, "That's great. If the prince writes down everything I say, you can help me publish a collection of quotations in the future, and we can split the profits 50-50."

Li Qiyou helplessly looked at the two people who were talking about this and that. Without the mutual testing that they had in the North, it was a more relaxed atmosphere that he had never seen before, which made him raise his eyebrows and curl his lips, sweeping away the gloom.

"Speaking of which, it was better to be in the North." Fang Zilan folded her hands, supported the back of her head, and lay down on the steps. "My life has been thrown away on the battlefield. I don't have so many concerns. You guys don't want me to die."

"Who said you can't bear to leave?" Zhuge Yu raised his eyebrows. Li Qiyou deliberately dragged his voice and echoed: "Have you forgotten that in Fenghe Valley..."

"You two are such a bummer." Fang Zilan said with a sigh, "To this day, you still refuse to say a single nice word to comfort me, not even a lie against your will."

"What's the point of teasing you?" Zhuge Yu took the wine pot from Li Qiyou's hand, "Why not get drunk with you until dawn, that would be a blessing."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and drank, which was very different from the usually gentle and kind Second Master Zhuge.

"If your grandfather saw you like this, he would probably want to get rid of me as soon as possible." Fang Zilan shook her head. She sounded scared but there was no fear on her face.

Zhuge Yu casually placed the wine pot on the steps and said, "Don't you know why my grandfather doesn't like us to associate with each other?"

"How could I not know?" Fang Zilan shrugged nonchalantly. "I think your grandfather played a big role in sending me to Miluo and marrying me into the Zhongzheng Palace."

"What did you say?" Li Qiyou beside him looked stunned. Zhuge Yu's eyes also flashed with a complicated look. On the contrary, Fang Zilan was calm and composed. "It's fine if the prince doesn't know, but how come you, Ayu, don't know either?"

"I..." Zhuge Yu avoided Fang Zilan's gaze and suddenly recalled the quarrel he had with his grandfather before Miluo.

"Just because she is from the Ghost Gate, Grandfather will do whatever it takes to destroy everything she has in Dajing and send her to Miluo? That's Murong Qing. If the Zhongzheng Palace plots to seize power and usurp the throne in the future, wouldn't her sword fall into the hands of the enemy and give Miluo the opportunity to harm Dajing?"

"Murong Qing's father is Zhongzheng Wang Murong Xun. Everyone in the world will rebel, but he won't." "Grandfather! You are worried that Miluo will make a comeback one day, but you also hope that Zhongzheng Wangfu will not rebel or regret. Isn't this contradictory?"

Fang Zilan slowly retracted her hand, and suddenly remembered what the person who applied medicine to her in her dream once said - life is hard, and if she could die, it would be a relief.

At that time, she scoffed and said that if she had known this, she would not have saved her. How did that person answer her?

"It is the nature of people to be greedy for life and afraid of death. No matter how difficult it is, they will survive with five parts desire, three parts unwillingness and one part fear. Year after year, month after month, day by day, it is nothing more than this."

So she asked again, "Where's the remaining point?"

"Gu Yong. It's worth remembering just a little bit of honey-like time."

If this is true, her honey-like time in this life will probably last longer.

She wiped her eyes and chased out without hesitation. Awan followed her, and they followed Xiahou Yunzhao and Xie Chen to Linjia Village.

The entire village was burned to the ground by a fire, leaving the mountains covered with scorched earth and the fields desolate.

Xiahou Yunzhao walked to a tree that was mostly burned except for its roots. He slowly knelt down and held a handful of scorched earth with a pure white silk handkerchief. He wrapped it carefully and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Yan'er, Aunt Zhao..." she said and paused suddenly, "No, it's mother. Mother is here to take you home." She stood up and put the silk handkerchief back into her arms with great care.

In fact, she knew from the day Ayan left that she couldn't keep Yan'er.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the day Yan'er left home. She tried to dissuade her a few times as usual. Knowing that it was of no use, she casually told her to pay attention to her safety and inform her family in time if anything happened.

As if it was some omen, Yan'er, who originally would only call her Aunt Zhao, seemed to be confused in front of her, and half-jokingly and half-seriously called her "Mother".

At that moment, she suddenly felt that a place in her heart was lit up. She had no children, but Yan'er was the orphan girl she took a liking to and wanted to take back to Xiahou's family to raise. Unfortunately, Yan'er had been sensitive and cautious since she was a child, and she had always been willing to call her Aunt Zhao.

Why on earth do you call her mother? She couldn't remember clearly, but she clearly remembered how well-behaved Yan'er was when she first saw her.

Now that I think about it, maybe I was wrong from the beginning.

She thought she could protect Yan'er from the wind and rain, but she forgot that the Xiahou family was already in the dark wind and rain, how could they avoid it?

After all, Yan'er was harmed.

Xie Chen stood not far behind Xiahou Yunzhao and did not step forward. It was not that he didn't know what she was thinking. On the contrary, he knew it better than anyone else.

"Master Xie..." Fang Zilan just started, but was interrupted by Xie Chen, "My Xiahou family is used to it when a white-haired person sends a black-haired person. Master Fang doesn't have to worry."

He looked steadily at Xiahou Yunzhao's back and whispered: "Zhaozhao, she will be fine soon."

Fang Zilan was silent, her heart aching. Fang Chongzheng once told her that since ancient times, no warrior would end well. Only now did she really understand the meaning behind this sentence.

The so-called warriors are those who either die on the battlefield and are wrapped in horse leather, or they die alone in pain, with their hands stained with blood. How can God make them feel better?

Xiahou Yunzhao walked to Xie Chen's side, suppressed all his emotions, and returned to his usual cold and stern appearance, "Xie Chen, let's go home."