Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1695 Fei Shen
Fang Zilan said indifferently, "I'm in a hurry, and I imagine you all are not free either."

The maid bit her lip. "Since there are two guests in this game, the one who bets the most chips will determine the betting method."

“Okay.” Fang Zilan naturally took over the conversation. “Then let’s roll the dice and see who goes up.”

The maid hesitated, then the boy from the south-facing private room came out again and stood in front of the gambling table. "My master has no objection. Bet on small."

“It seems I have no choice but to bet big.” Fang Zilan had no objections, and the maid then shook the dice.

In a short while, the dice stopped falling from the cup. The maid opened the cup, but inside was just a cloud of dust, and the shape of the dice could not be discerned at all.

"No more orders, the smallest I can get." Xiao Tong smiled at Fang Zilan across from him. "Thank you for your kind offer, sir."

"Kid, you dare to tamper with things in front of me? You've got some nerve." Fang Zilan curled her lips and brushed away the dust in the bowl, revealing three sixes printed on the bottom.

“Three sixes, it couldn’t be bigger.” Fang Zilan’s smile widened, while the little boy’s face turned pale, and he asked incredulously, “What…did you just do?”

Fang Zilan shrugged innocently. "What could I do in front of everyone?"

The child opened his mouth, but Fang Zilan calmly put away the token, her smile fading as she said in a deep voice, "What, you don't want to admit defeat?"

"This guest has won this round." The maid bowed to Fang Zilan. "According to the rules, both the man and the 100,000 taels belong to the guest."

"Wait a minute." The boy's face hardened. "The dice are ruined; how can this game count?"

Fang Zilan glanced at the private room to the south; it was completely silent, clearly condoning the child's misbehavior. Did these people really think they could take the half-piece of the token that commanded the Miluo Silver Armor Army from her?

"Whether it counts or not, is it up to you?" Fang Zilan sneered. "If your master really wants to beat me, why don't he come out and gamble with me himself?"

"You..." The child was about to argue again when Fang Zilan interrupted him, "You're just a cowardly turtle who doesn't dare to show his face. How dare you tell me that this game doesn't count?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at the maid and said, "I'll take the 100,000 taels."

Seeing this, the man beside him stepped back and soon returned with Wan Jun, saying, "He's here."

Fang Zilan didn't even glance at it, and casually reached for the silver notes on the gambling table, but was stopped by the boy, "Wait a minute..."

"Wait a minute?" Fang Zilan slapped the boy's hand away. She stood up gracefully and said, word by word, "I've been busy all day and I'm exhausted. I'm only entering the game now to save some energy."

She paused, then raised her voice and said, "I'm concerned about everyone's reputation. But if anyone is so ungrateful as to cause trouble for me, then don't blame me for overturning the table and smashing this gambling den."

Awan followed silently behind her master Wenya, biting her lip, still unable to believe what she had just witnessed.

Last night, her master told her to use Fang Zilan's medication as an excuse to cause a scene today, so that he could use the opportunity to dismiss everyone from the Imperial Hospital and secretly leave the palace. At first, she didn't understand what was going on, but after leaving the palace, she followed her master through many twists and turns into Hong'an Pavilion, and she had a rough idea of ​​what was going on. She figured that Ji Ningtian's health had deteriorated, and her master had no choice but to come.

However, she never expected to see Huangfu Lin in Hong'an Pavilion.

When she and her master arrived, Ji Ningtian was receiving guests, and Wu Qing asked them to wait a moment outside Hong'an Pavilion. Standing outside the door, she couldn't help but move closer, and then she heard a familiar voice coming from inside the pavilion.

Huangfu Lin stood before Ji Ningtian, his expression filled with fear. "Young Master, I truly did not know that Fang Zilan was Zixiu. If I had known, I would not have dared to make things difficult for her, let alone frame her..."

Ji Ningtian, his expression cold and his tone impatient, interrupted Huangfu Lin's incessant chatter, "Originally, I didn't intend for you to know Zixiu's identity. After all, she's the target of everyone's wrath, while you're someone I've been secretly planning. People from the same camp have a conflict of interest..."

He suddenly stopped, gave a soft hum, and then said, "But now that you know, you don't need me to teach you how to do it, right?"

"I know." Huangfu Lin nodded hastily, then hesitated before saying, "But Zi Xiu's current behavior, even within the same camp..."

He didn't continue, and Ji Ningtian's expression grew even colder. "What do you want to say?"

"Zi Xiu is the best sword in the world in your hands, Young Master, so I shouldn't say much," Huangfu Lin said cautiously. "However, she was willing to die and be disgraced for the people of the Northern Border..."

"Death and obliteration?" Ji Ningtian laughed as if he had heard something funny. "Her life can only be mine. Even if she dies and her name is erased, I still have to agree to it."

“But…” Huangfu Lin wanted to say something more, but saw Ji Ningtian’s eyes darken and his voice cold: “Huangfu Lin, when you made a contract with my Ghost Gate and asked the Ghost Gate members to disguise themselves as Jin assassins to assassinate Emperor Ning Shun in the Northern Territory, taking a desperate gamble to replace the Shangguan family, were you just as indecisive?”

"I..." Huangfu Lin was speechless for a moment, as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, and he could not say anything.

Ji Ningtian's expression was icy. "So, when Shangguan Jing was still alive, Guimen helped you arouse Emperor Ningshun's suspicion, and you couldn't replace him then. Now that Zixiu has helped you get rid of Shangguan Jing, you can't even handle a mere Wang Quanzhi, and you still dare to try to join forces with Wang Quanzhi to deal with Zixiu?"

“If you are incompetent, I can easily replace you with other hidden pieces. But Zi Xiu…” A gentle look flashed in Ji Ningtian’s eyes, “As long as I am alive, I will not allow anyone to touch her in the slightest. Do you understand?”

"Understood." Huangfu Lin replied, while keenly observing the change in Ji Ningtian's expression. This change suddenly reminded him of the widely circulated rumors in the martial arts world about the affair between the Ghost Gate Master and Zi Xiu.

To protect Fang Zilan, Ji Ningtian risked his life to secretly meet her in Hong'an Pavilion. If they were discovered, regardless of what would happen to him, Ji Ningtian, the former prince who was under strict guard, would be the first to die.

Judging from Ji Ningtian's reaction to the Northern Border case, the rumors are mostly true.

Once the contract he made with the Ghost Gate began, there was no turning back. However, if he could get leverage over Ji Ningtian, mutual restraint might not be the only way out.

A fierce glint flashed in Huangfu Lin's eyes, but he remained calm and took his leave. He had just reached the door when he bumped into Wen Ya and A Wan, who had been waiting outside.

Awan stared blankly at Huangfu Lin, but Wen Ya didn't react. He simply pulled her past Huangfu Lin and into Hong'an Pavilion.