Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1669 Cleaning up
Hong Tai smiled and said, "When Prince Zhongzheng was nine years old, he married his first wife, Miss Yun Shu from the Yun family of Xiwu City. At that time, Miss Yun Shu was sixteen years old. She was not only beautiful but also very talented. Her tutor was a retainer surnamed Zuo in the family."

Fang Zilan was taken aback when she heard that his surname was Zuo, but she didn't interrupt and let Hong Tai continue.

"I've heard that Mr. Zuo speaks highly of Miss Yun Shu, and their relationship is more than just that of teacher and student." Hong Tai paused. "Rumors have spread, and the absurd marriage to the young master has become the best outcome for Miss Yun Shu."

Fang Zilan was silent for a moment, then pressed on, "And then?"

“The young prince is well-behaved and treats Miss Yun Shu very well. Mr. Zuo, out of love for her, also became the young prince’s teacher.” As soon as Hong Tai finished speaking, Fang Zilan snorted coldly, “I heard that less than half a year after Miss Yun Shu married the young prince, she died at the hands of bandits near Xiwu City.”

“That’s right.” Hong Tai nodded, then said meaningfully, “Would you like to guess what has happened in these past few months?”

Upon hearing this, A-Wan pondered for a moment before saying, "Judging from what you're saying, Miss Yun Shu's death wasn't an accident, could it be..."

“There’s nothing to guess.” Fang Zilan interrupted Awan. “A selfish and opportunistic man and a woman who is devoted but misplaced in love—the former enjoys wealth and glory, while the latter is left with nothing but bones.”

After she finished speaking, she whipped her horse and rode past Hongtai and Awan, reaching the very front.

Hong Tai stared intently at Fang Zilan's retreating figure, spurring his horse to follow. "Since you knew all this, why did you choose to become a mere skeleton?"

"Boss, weren't you going to become that skeleton for me?" Fang Zilan didn't turn around, and Hong Tai's expression froze. "I..."

Fang Zilan reined in her horse and stopped. "Hong Tai, you don't owe me anything, and you don't need to risk your life for me. If I really am unlucky and become a skeleton, that's my business."

"Bad luck?" Awan repeated the word, still not quite processing the conversation between the two.

"What else could it be?" Fang Zilan turned around and said coldly, "Infatuation? Do I even possess something like that?"

“I don’t understand.” Hong Tai’s expression was cold and stern. “The Fang family has been abandoned, Murong Qing is manipulating you, Li Shengxuan is using you, Ji Ningtian wants you dead, you…”

"That's their opinion, what does it have to do with me?" Fang Zilan raised an eyebrow. "Boss, do you know why Zixiu is Zixiu?"

As she spoke, she raised the corners of her lips, "In Zixiu's eyes, abandoning a child is considered useless, and only others are considered useless. In other words, only she finds others useless and abandons them."

Her smile was cruel, and her words were equally ruthless: "Similarly, the word 'death' only applies to others. Only Zi Xiu can kill Buddhas and gods who stand in her way, and annihilate all people under heaven."

Hong Tai opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. A Wan pursed her lips, her heart trembling.

"I'm determined to burn this incense at Zhongling Temple. I don't respect gods or Buddhas, I only respect myself." As her words fell heavily, so did the smile on Fang Zilan's lips.

Like a blizzard passing by, in an instant, only a chilling killing intent remained, sending shivers down one's spine.

Wang Shen stared intently at the person before him, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Miss A-Lan, who exactly are you?"

Fang Zilan remained calm and answered without hesitation, "Someone who wants to do something for this plague." "Miss Alan wants to be a living bodhisattva?" Wang Shen pressed, and Fang Zilan chuckled, "A living bodhisattva? I'm not that arrogant. I know very well that even if I have extraordinary abilities, I can hardly accomplish anything on my own, which is why I'm asking for your help, Young Master Shen."

Wang Shen solemnly replied, "I will do my utmost."

After Fang Zilan returned to the clinic from the Wang family, she saw Xiao Huan chasing A Wan all over the courtyard, calling out as she ran, "Miss A Wan, just listen to me and drink this medicine."

"I won't drink!" When Awan saw Fang Zilan return, she quickly ran behind her and peeked out at Xiao Huan, saying, "I am a female doctor myself, how could I not know my own physical condition? I think Elder Yun is making a mountain out of a molehill."

Fang Zilan grabbed Awan's hand and felt its slippery, sweaty texture. Without thinking, she casually asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Awan said, trying to shake off her hand, but the other woman held it even tighter. "If it's nothing, why is Xiaohuan chasing you all over the yard? If you won't tell me, I'll ask Xiaohuan."

“Miss Alan, you’re finally back! Please help me persuade Miss Awan.” Xiao Huan looked at Fang Zilan as if she had found a savior. “Miss Awan has a fever. Master is afraid that she has also caught the plague, so he asked me to watch her drink the medicine, but she refuses. I really don’t know what to do.”

"Awan, you have a fever?" Fang Zilan then realized why Awan's palms were sweaty. She immediately reached out and touched Awan's forehead, which was indeed burning hot.

"I'm fine." Awan pushed her hand away. "I'm just tired these past two days. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"Awan, you are a healer. Only by saving your life can we save the lives of many others." Without further ado, Fang Zilan pulled Awan into the house. "I brought you here, and I must be responsible for your life."

Awan retorted fiercely, "It was my choice to come; it has nothing to do with you."

"Ah Wan, I know you're skilled and daring, but this is an epidemic, no small matter." Fang Zilan pressed her down on the round stool, her expression fierce but her eyes full of worry. "How confident are you that everything will be alright?"

“I…” Awan’s voice trailed off involuntarily, “I don’t know, I…”

"Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, we can't let our guard down." Fang Zilan picked up the medicine bowl from the table and squatted down in front of Awan. "Is this the medicine?"

"Yes." Awan nodded. "I'll do it myself. Stay away from me, I'm scared..."

"I'm not afraid. I won't let you bear all of this alone." Fang Zilan scooped up a spoonful of medicine and brought it to Awan's face. "I told you, I'll take responsibility for your life."

“But you also said that the plague is no small matter…” Awan was interrupted by Fang Zilan before she could finish speaking. “Precisely because the plague is no small matter, I must stay by your side and not leave you for a moment. If I get infected, you can help me get treatment.”

Hearing this, Awan became anxious, "What do you mean by 'what if'? Don't say such unlucky things!"

"Okay, I won't say anything." Fang Zilan brought the spoon to Awan's lips. "Here, drink your medicine."

Awan obediently finished her medicine, and Xiaohuan, who had been waiting beside her, finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Miss Alan, you really have a way."

Fang Zilan stood up, carrying the medicine bowl. "I'll take care of it. Xiao Huan, you need to be careful during this time. Even though you're wearing a silk handkerchief to cover your face, you still need to be extra careful."