Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1569 Ask for advice

Fang Zilan looked at Murong Qing steadily, and said word by word: "If you look at the Fang family like this today, how can we talk about the future? I'm afraid that our agreement is a joke."

"Fang Zilan, you don't have to provoke me." Murong Qing restrained his expression and said seriously: "Even if I look down on the Fang family in a thousand ways, as long as you are here, I will not sit idly by and allow the Fang family to be destroyed."

"Look down on them?" Fang Zilan repeated these three words and laughed to herself, "You don't think highly of the Fang family, so why do you think the Fang family will think highly of you?"

She paused, ignoring Murong Qing's surprise, and continued, "My father didn't want to make our marriage a reality, so he resigned from his post and left the capital..."

"So what?" Murong Qing interrupted Fang Zilan's next words, "You are my wife now."

"The prince's expression..." Hong Tai interrupted lazily, "It's really disgusting."

"This is my family affair, you are an outsider..." Murong Qing's voice became deeper. Fang Zilan sneered, "The prince really knows how to distinguish between relatives and strangers."

"I..." Murong Qing opened his mouth, but saw Fang Zilan turned and left. Hong Tai hurriedly followed, "Wait for me!"

Fang Zilan kept walking, Hongtai took a few quick steps and came close to her, "It's already this time today, even if we want to try Fang Lihui, we have to wait until tomorrow..."

"What do you want to say?" Fang Zilan slowed down her pace. Hong Tai didn't answer, but just reached out and held her wrist. "Does it hurt?"

Fang Zilan's injured hand was always clenched into a fist, and blood seeped out from between her fingers. It was shocking, but she was completely unaware.

If Hongtai hadn't mentioned it, she wouldn't have even remembered that she was injured.

"It's just a minor injury." Fang Zilan's voice was very soft. Hongtai shook his head and said helplessly: "This is how you plan to meet Mr. Fang and Miss Fang? You're not afraid of them feeling distressed..."

Fang Zilan was stunned. She didn't hear a word of what Hongtai said later, and she said nonchalantly: "Is anyone going to feel sorry for you?"

"Fang Zilan, Mo Han is not the only one who wants you to live well." Hongtai sighed, "I also hope you live well."

"Why?" Fang Zilan stopped and listened to Hongtai faintly say: "As long as you live well, Uncle Sun and the others will not die in vain."

Fang Zilan showed an expression that was indeed true, but Hongtai curled her lips, "That's what I originally wanted to say."

"Hongtai..." Fang Zilan gritted her teeth, and the smile on Hongtai's face became brighter, "Just think of it as being for me. You live, I live, you die, I die."

Fang Zilan smiled self-deprecatingly, "I don't even want to live for myself, why do you think I would be willing to live for you?"

"Not just for me." Hongtai smiled and said solemnly: "It is also for other living people, such as Mr. Fang Chongzheng, Miss Fang, and even the Queen who is far away in the capital..."

"That's enough." Fang Zilan shouted softly, stopping Hongtai's words, but he asked almost aggressively: "Fang Zilan, are you scared?"

Fang Zilan pursed her lips and realized that she could not refute Hongtai's words.

At some point, she put herself in the same situation as the original owner of this body - struggling and unable to find a way out.

Failure over time is the best breeding ground for fear. Even though she said she wanted justice, she knew in her heart that justice could not come just by wanting it.

Her efforts and selflessness may be seen as child's play in the eyes of those people. The high priest said calmly, "Fang Zilan, I will protect your life, and you protect the Yin-Yang family. How about that?"

Fang Zilan laughed dumbly, "What makes the High Priest think that I would be willing to protect the Yin-Yang family?"

"You are now the wife of Murong Qing, the loyal and upright prince of Miluo." The high priest said calmly, "Murong Qing has the prophecy of destiny, so the Miluo royal family is quite afraid of him. But if the Yin-Yang family is destroyed, who in the world will believe in the prophecy of destiny? His few values ​​will be gone with him. You will only have one way to go, and that is death."

Fang Zilan chuckled upon hearing this, "The high priest moved Murong Qing with these words?"

The high priest's expression froze, but he heard Fang Zilan mutter in a low voice, "They are just children after all, so easy to deceive."

"You..." The high priest pursed his lips tightly. Fang Zilan suppressed his smile and said seriously, "I have never believed that the value of a person is based on the so-called prophecy of destiny. If so, then people without the prophecy of destiny, the millions of people in the world, are not worthy of living?"

She paused, her expression turned colder, "The high priest's prophecy of destiny may be true. But it is also nothing more than a cover, pushing Murong Qing into a place of no return, and making him suffer pain that he shouldn't have. In this case, what's wrong with him resisting?"

The high priest was stunned and said in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Be it fate or destiny, if you don't fight for it, then what's the point?" Fang Zilan snorted coldly, "If the Yin-Yang family is destroyed and Murong Qing stops, then I will look down on him."

"You and Murong Qing..." The high priest seemed to be mumbling to himself, saying, "You are actually on the same path..."

"What did the high priest say?" Fang Zilan frowned. The high priest remained silent, but remembered the glance back under the palace wall that year.

The thin figure, half a person's height, staggered and fell again and again, but he stubbornly refused to allow anyone to come forward to help him. It was at that moment that she began to think about using him.

At that time in the Yin Yang Pavilion, Murong Qing had a stern face. After listening to her words, he agreed without any hesitation.

In the future, he will be the ruler of the world, the Yin-Yang School will be the state religion, and the high priest will be the state teacher. This cannot be changed for future generations.

He even swore a solemn oath with blood to comfort her, but at the end he said something shocking, "High Priest, take care of yourself. It would be a pity if the Yin-Yang family was destroyed before I fulfilled my promise."

She was young, but she was ambitious. She didn't know why, but she panicked at that moment and felt regretful for no reason.

At this moment, the panic in her heart was no less than that of the past, and even worse.

Murong Qing and Fang Zilan, if these two people can reach an agreement, the world will probably belong to them in the future.

Without the need for destiny's prophecy or the guidance of the oracle, this thought was clamoring wildly in her heart, causing her hand holding the dagger to loosen involuntarily.

With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground, and the high priest slowly said, "I don't care whether you are willing or not, this is a deal."

Fang Zilan let go of the high priest's hand and said nonchalantly, "High priest, aren't you afraid? You saved me, but I bite you back?"

"Fang Zilan, even I cannot completely control the poison in your body." The high priest lowered his eyes and said, "But if I do nothing today and let you leave the Yin Yang Pavilion, I can guarantee that you will not survive for more than three months."