Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1682 Looking Back
"Where did you come from? Don't you know the rules?" A sharp shout interrupted Fang Zilan's thoughts. She turned around and saw a guard clearing the way, speaking in a broken Beijing accent, looking impatient. "You dare block the way for the Di Rong delegation?"

Fang Zilan raised an eyebrow and glanced at him with amusement. Putting aside the fact that the Di Rong delegation had entered the capital ahead of schedule and the guards in the capital did not have time to disperse the crowd and clear the main road, it was truly unprecedented for a mere Di Rong delegation to dare to act so arrogantly in the capital city of Dajing and scold the people of Dajing for not knowing the rules.

"Why aren't you answering?" The guard raised his whip. "Are you mute?" He was about to strike when a stone struck him hard, knocking him off his horse.

"Who goes there?" The Di Rong delegation immediately became alert. The guards from the capital who were escorting the delegation were also startled. They had not heard the argument in front of them, but they saw the guard who was clearing the way fall off his horse, and there was a person who appeared out of nowhere blocking the way in front of him.

Upon seeing this, the guard commander rode over at full speed, and a loud voice was heard, "Zheng Yan, a general of the Duke of Yue's mansion, has arrived late to protect his master. I hope Lord Fang will forgive him."

The Duke of Yue's residence? The commander immediately dismounted and knelt down before even seeing clearly, "Your subject was unaware that the Duke of Yue was here. I have been very rude. Please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Upon hearing this, the members of the Di Rong delegation dismounted one after another. The guard who had fallen to the ground, dragging his injured leg, scrambled to his knees and begged Fang Zilan for forgiveness, "I didn't know you were the Duke of Yue, I deserve to die..."

"Get up, all of you." Fang Zilan snorted coldly. "I don't have the face to make the Di Rong delegation make way for me."

King Yama stood at the very back of the crowd, almost pressed against the wall, yet he didn't move an inch. Seeing Fang Zilan looking over, he straightened up and waved.

Fang Zilan pulled Mo Han along, forcing her way through the crowded throng to reach the Wheel King's side, exclaiming in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Mo Han was about to bow when King Yama stopped him, saying, "Young Master Mo, there's no need for such formalities. I've only come to see your sister."

Fang Zilan smiled. "How do you know I'll definitely go out today?"

“You may not want to, but with Awan here, she will definitely drag you out.” King Yama reached out to protect Fang Zilan behind him. “Let’s go, we can talk as we walk.”

The three walked down the street, where lanterns lit up the ground and fireworks filled the sky, a dazzling sight. It was truly a magnificent scene of bustling prosperity, with thousands of trees blooming in the east wind, and fragrant carriages and jeweled horses filling the road.

Fang Zilan saw a plum blossom lantern in the distance. The glass was fired into the shape of a plum branch, and when the candle was lit, it was dazzling and captivating.

She stopped in her tracks. King Yama followed her gaze and sighed almost imperceptibly, "It's a plum blossom lantern."

Mo Han looked at King Yama and asked, "What did my benefactor say?"

"It's nothing." King Yama looked at Fang Zilan, who frowned slightly. "This lamp... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

King Yama said quietly, "You said you liked it before, and the young master once gave you a cup."

"And then?" Fang Zilan asked casually. King Yama said in a low voice, "Then you accidentally broke that lamp. The young master had someone repair it for a long time. It was finally repaired, but on the day it was returned to him, it broke into pieces again."

"Why?" Fang Zilan turned her head to look over. Under the lamplight, King Yama's expression was inscrutable, but his facial features appeared even more profound.

He said, word by word, "That day was the day you fell into the water and almost lost your life."

"Is that so?" Fang Zilan's face remained expressionless, but in her heart she thought, "As expected, when a person dies, their life is extinguished." Now, she was no longer a beautiful lamp to be admired by others.

Fang Zilan leaned against a tree trunk, looking at the bandits who had surrounded her so tightly that she felt dizzy. Having lost too much blood, she wouldn't last much longer.

She gripped the plum-shaped sword tightly, her bloodthirsty eyes and cruel appearance making the surrounding bandits hesitate to step forward. They looked at each other, each seeing hesitation on the other's face.

"Now! She's dying!" someone suddenly shouted, adding, "Don't let her die! Capture her alive!"

As soon as the voice fell, the bandits from all directions seemed to be greatly encouraged and rushed towards Fang Zilan.

Fang Zilan used the sound to pinpoint its location and charged towards the source of the sound with all her might.

She knew very well that this was her only slim chance of survival.

If she couldn't find the owner of the voice before she collapsed, she might lose her life today.

Fortunately, she was quick enough. In the blink of an eye, her right hand, holding the plum blossom sword, landed steadily on the neck of the person who had spoken. With a forceful movement of her left hand, she disarmed him from holding the knife. The knife clattered to the ground and was kicked away by her.

Seeing this, the surrounding bandits stopped their attack and stood still, not daring to move. Judging from their reaction, she was right; this person was their leader.

"Lord Fang is indeed formidable." The bandit leader sneered. "To be so severely injured and still not at a disadvantage, I'm just unlucky to have fallen into your hands today."

"You're about to die, and you still have so much nonsense to say." Fang Zilan spat out a mouthful of blood and ruthlessly dislocated his left hand. "You still dare to play tricks on me? You're really tired of living."

As she spoke, the bandit leader's left hand drooped limply, and the powder he had been holding spilled onto the ground.

Fang Zilan carried the bandit leader and retreated until she was several meters away from the powder before stopping.

She coughed a few times, her tone laced with sarcasm, "You really are worthy of being Lucia's lover; even your poison-using tricks are exactly the same."

"Kill me if you want, what are you doing, Tilucesaya!" The bandit leader was clearly enraged. He struggled to resist, but Fang Zilan grabbed his neck and deftly dislocated his jaw. "Don't bite your tongue to commit suicide. You're useful, why would I let you die?"

"You..." The bandit leader stared in horror at the ruthless woman before him, a woman who seemed like a demon from hell. Her smile, tinged with blood, was sinister and sent chills down one's spine. His voice trembled involuntarily. "Why don't you kill her now?"

"Kill me?" Fang Zilan tapped his shoulder with her plum blossom sword, pointing the tip at the bandits who dared not step forward. Each time she pointed at someone, that person would suddenly take a step back, until the plum blossom sword shifted slightly and cut the skin of the bandit leader's neck, leaving a bloody mark.

The bandit leader dared not move an inch, fearing that if the sword at his neck had deflected even slightly more, it would have taken his life.

Fang Zilan stopped what she was doing, and the plum sword was still resting properly on his neck.

Her lazy voice came from behind him, "Let's not even talk about whether your rabble can kill me. General Dugu has already led his troops into the woods. None of you will escape."

(End of this chapter)