Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1665 Please
“Yes, it was.” Fang Zilan said directly without any hesitation: “When I was the Duke of the Northern Kingdom, the deal with His Majesty was already made.”

“In that case, how about I discuss a new deal with you?” Li Shengxuan’s expression became slightly more serious. Fang Zilan was silent for a moment. “If it were the old Zixiu, she might have agreed. But Fang Zilan in front of Your Majesty will not agree.”

Li Shengxuan's gaze darkened. "Are you going to refuse me without even asking what kind of deal I'm talking about?"

“There’s no need to ask.” Fang Zilan said firmly. “The Zixiu of the past never cared about her life, whether it was someone else’s or her own. So as long as the conditions were agreed upon, she would complete the mission at all costs. But the Fang Zilan in front of His Majesty not only values ​​her own life, but also has things that she values ​​even more than her life. I can no longer negotiate with His Majesty like this.”

"Alright then." Li Shengxuan sighed softly, his expression softening. "It's getting late, you may leave."

"Yes." Fang Zilan responded and withdrew. Li Shengxuan watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but wonder what she meant by valuing something more than her own life.

At first, when she was young, she followed her mother to light the eternal lamp in the temple. An old monk asked her mother, "Madam Qin, do you have a wish when you light the lamp?"

The mother did not answer, but took out a yellowed piece of paper from her purse and handed it to the old monk with great care, saying, "This is his only wish in this life, and it is also my wish. Please, Master."

She tiptoed closer and watched as the old monk unfolded the paper. She only recognized the first two characters, so she hesitated before reading them aloud, "Mountains and rivers?"

"Yonggu." Her mother patted her head and said softly, "Lan'er, study hard and don't touch swords or knives, lest you bring disaster upon yourself."

Suddenly, the dream shifted. In the dim candlelight, a woman held her hand, and she timidly asked, "Aunt Zhen, where is this?"

The woman she called Aunt Zhen stared at her intently, making her feel intimidated. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke, "Does Xiao Lan like my Tian'er?"

She didn't answer, and the woman continued speaking to herself, "Xiao Lan, Tian'er is your only destiny. Tian'er's empress can only be you, do you understand? In this life, you can only love him and protect him, do you understand?"

As the woman spoke, her expression was almost frantic. She seemed afraid and tried to shake off the woman's hand, but she was too small and not strong enough. Instead, the woman held on even tighter. She shouted "No!" but no one paid any attention to her.

Then the dream shifted again, and she found herself in the misty rain of Jiangnan, surrounded by apricot blossoms. She held up an oil-paper umbrella and addressed the group of shivering children huddled together beside her: "From this day forward, I, Zixiu, will protect you. If anyone harms you in the slightest, I will repay them tenfold."

"Sister Xiu!" The child's cries continued, but the scene had already changed.

She frowned, took out a packet of golden plum blossoms from her bosom, and casually tossed it over, saying, "Take it and play with it yourself, don't bother me."

Another lazy voice rang out, "How can you coax a child like that?"

"I saved you all out of kindness. If I get tired of you one day, I might just kill you all." She raised an eyebrow, her expression nonchalant and indifferent.

"Kill me if you want, anyway, you saved my life. Every extra day I've lived these past few years is a bonus." The man seemed to be holding a medicine bottle and untied her clothes without saying a word. "I'm applying the medicine."

She looked up, but couldn't make out the speaker's face no matter what she did. She could only hear the voice muttering, "How could that brat raised by the Xiahou family be so ruthless? He almost got the bone."

"So what if I'm ruthless? They're all still dead, aren't they?" She said, a hint of regret in her voice. "It's a pity Xiahou Yan didn't come. I was hoping to see what the Xiahou family's sharpest blade looked like." "Even if he came, he would have died by your sword. It's better not to come." The speaker was rather irritable. She pressed on, "Why must it be him who dies?"

"Isn't killing just about ruthlessness?" The speaker's voice lowered a few decibels. "Zi Xiu, I've never seen anyone more reckless than you. Do you want to destroy yourself?"

She didn't reply, but changed the subject, "Make me three more golden plum blossoms. I'll come and collect them after I kill those three."

"Zixiu, that's the Xiahou family. If you offend them, you won't get away with it." The speaker seemed anxious, but she didn't care at all. "If the young master gives the order, I will do it. That's the rule."

"What if your young master were to take your life one day?" The speaker's tone of exasperation made her laugh.

Finally, she said casually, "If he really wants it, then give it to him."

The dream swirled and spun, until she pointed at a memorial tablet and stared intently at Ji Ningtian. "Are you still going to lie in front of Aunt Zhen?"

“Lan’er, I have never lied to you, why do you…” Ji Ningtian’s words of argument were interrupted by her, “If you want to marry Princess Rong’an, then kill me.”

"Lan'er, who else can I marry besides you?" Ji Ningtian stepped forward, drew her plum blossom sword and held it to his neck, his voice sincere and earnest. "If you don't believe me, you might as well kill me."

……

She traveled through one dream after another, observing them coldly again and again, until she finally realized something was wrong.

She had no recollection of the events in Jiangnan or the Xiahou family, and even her memories of her life with her mother and the past of the Prime Minister's residence were only vague outlines.

She initially thought it was because she had fallen into the water and had a skin graft, but this dream told her that it might not be that simple. She had been here for a long time, and her deeply ingrained memories were all related to the Ghost Gate; she remembered everything there clearly.

But then she thought again, and that didn't seem right. Even if it was the Ghost Gate, she didn't remember it completely; her clearest memories were only of the last few years. Before that, it was as if shrouded in fog and snow, a vast expanse of white that she couldn't see clearly.

If it wasn't a side effect of the poison, then someone must have given her a drug to erase her memories. Once this sudden thought popped into her head, she couldn't suppress it. She went through the timeline, thinking about all the drugs she had ever used.

If it is the latter, given that she has Gu poison in her body, even if the people of the Ghost Gate wanted to erase her memory, they probably wouldn't dare to use any strong medicine. It would have to be done gradually over many years without her realizing it.

The only one capable of doing this is either Wen Ya or A Wan. However, A Wan has only been by her side for the past two years, and before that, the medicine she used was all provided by Wen Ya.

The last medicine Wen Ya gave her was the life-saving medicine in that celadon bottle. This assassin, who lived on the edge of a knife, had used that life-saving medicine quite often.

Could this be the drug that erases memories?
Fang Zilan was lost in thought, almost unable to distinguish between dream and reality. Until she heard a voice say, "I don't care what you said to Vice General Cao and the others..."

(End of this chapter)