Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1701 Insights
When Awan heard they were going to Mushan Pass, she had a vague guess, and now it was finally confirmed. Sure enough, their trip to Mushan Pass was to pay tribute to Mo Han.

However, after Mo Han died, he was mistaken for Xu You's son, Xu Yi, and buried in the Xu family's ancestral tomb, not the Mo family's ancestral tomb in Mushan Pass. Will we really be able to see it on this trip?

"Sister, are you truly fighting for justice for Mo Han, or are you using this as an excuse to avoid seeing Mo Han?" Murong Qing's voice came from the carriage, still resounding even through the curtain, leaving Fang Zilan speechless for a long time.

"Who says I don't dare to see Mo Han?" After a long while, Fang Zilan finally heard her own voice, which was so heavy that it made it hard for her to breathe.

The tactic of provocation always works. Thinking this, Murong Qing also got off the carriage. "If you dare, why haven't you gone to see him even once in the past few months?"

"Whether I see him or not is my business, what's it to you?" Fang Zilan gritted her teeth and said, "Murong Qing, you..."

“It has nothing to do with me.” Murong Qing interrupted Fang Zilan’s next words, and said seriously, “But I know that if you can’t say goodbye properly, you will never let go.”

Fang Zilan stared blankly at Murong Qing, listening as he continued, "If you hadn't fought for me that day, and I hadn't returned to the Prince's Mansion to see my mother one last time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive now."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "And before that, if you hadn't let me see Mr. Zuo one last time... I wouldn't have hated him so fiercely."

The last half of his sentence seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing an indescribable ruthlessness, making even his pale and delicate face appear much more ferocious.

"Do I hate her?" Fang Zilan murmured to herself. If she had to say what she hated most, it would probably be herself, the one who couldn't protect Mo Han and get her away unscathed.

No matter what happened to the Duke of Yue, or Zi Xiu, she ultimately couldn't even protect her only remaining family member.

“Sister, if you are unwilling, I will go in your place…” Murong Qing was interrupted by Fang Zilan’s sharp voice before she could finish speaking, “You are not qualified.”

Her face was ashen, her lips pressed tightly together. "If I want to go, I'll go myself." With that, she took a horse from a servant and rode alone towards Mushan Pass.

Awan stomped her foot in frustration, but Murong Qing laughed, "Finally, I can repay her once."

"Your Highness, do you even know who Mo Han is?" A-Wan looked at Murong Qing and said angrily, "To put it bluntly, Your Highness, as an outsider, you shouldn't be interfering in this matter..."

“I know.” Murong Qing watched the figure disappear from sight. “I understand even more why they are so determined to kill Mo Han. Just like why they are so determined to force my mother to her death.”

"What do you mean?" Awan was completely confused. Murong Qing snorted coldly, "Since they have forced us to this point, then don't blame us for being impolite."

"You guys?" A-Wan felt a chill run down her spine. Could it be that Fang Zilan had really joined forces with Murong Qing? But Murong Qing was, after all, the loyal heir of Miluo...

"Let's go." Murong Qing returned to the carriage and ordered Meng Tingyang to spur the horse on. Finally, by evening the following day, they caught up with Fang Zilan. Outside Mushan Pass, Fang Zilan looked at the simple cemetery before her, with its large and small, dusty mounds of earth, and felt a mix of emotions. Was this where the Mo family was buried?
"The Mo family members are all buried beyond the Great Wall." Murong Qing's voice came from behind Fang Zilan. "They turned their backs to the pass and looked out to the sea, just to deter the pirates and protect the peace of the region."

"As far as I know, the Mo family is not remarkable," Fang Zilan said in a muffled voice. "Over the years, they have fought against the pirates, suffering repeated defeats, yet they have fought on despite each defeat."

“If it weren’t for a natural-born general like Xiahou Yunzhao, what good would land soldiers do against sea pirates?” Murong Qing said quietly. “You should know more about war than I do. Being able to fight again and again after repeated defeats is already quite remarkable.”

It is not only those who have achieved great merit and whose families are filled with glory that deserve praise. Beneath the surface of a prosperous and peaceful era, countless nameless and faceless people are buried. Without them, today's splendor would likely be much less dazzling.

Before Wen Ya could even open his mouth, Huan Yan interrupted him, "The nine-petaled flower was originally a method used by the previous dynasty's royal family to control the Huan family's daughters, no different from those low-class tricks used in brothels. Mr. Wen, am I right?"

Wen Ya remained silent, his smile fading, and said, word by word, "The so-called soul-separating effect of the nine-petaled flower is all thanks to the Su family and Mr. Wen. I just don't know if the descendants of the Su family still know this, and whether Mr. Wen dares to admit it?"

Among those present was a descendant of the Su family, who immediately jumped up and said, "Stop talking nonsense and ruining the reputation of my Su family!"

"Whether it's true or not, Lord Su Bo will know once he gets back." Before Huan Yan could finish speaking, the person who had spoken earlier panicked, "How do you recognize me..."

"Guards! Huan Yan, the leader of the Qingchao Troupe, has been using the forbidden Nine-Petal Flower to confuse people and plot wicked schemes. Arrest her!" Ji Ningtian finally spoke, and the guards standing outside the hall rushed forward.

A flash of silver light appeared, and Huan Yan drew a soft sword from her waist to protect herself. "Now that I'm here, I have no intention of going back. Ji Ningtian, if it weren't for the former Consort Shu's deception, how could you have survived to this day?"

She called him by his name, and her imposing aura made the guards dare not go up. They stopped in their tracks below the stage and watched helplessly as she removed the thin veil from her face.

The moment the veil slipped off, everyone gasped. Contrary to the rumors of her beauty, Huan Yan's face was slashed, and the scars on her face were indescribably hideous.

"Huan Yan, the former head of the Huan clan, was fortunate enough to be saved and given a name by Consort Qin Ji, the wife of the Prince of Pingnan. She has survived until now for only three things." Huan Yan said, pointing her soft sword directly at Ji Ningtian. "First, to kill the former Consort Shu and her son to avenge Consort Qin Ji; second, to proclaim to all the women of the Huan clan in the world that they should live for themselves from now on; third, to reveal the truth to the public, to appease the spirits of the dead and comfort the hearts of the living."

When she said her last two sentences, she looked at Fang Zilan's table. Fang Zilan felt her gaze and was somewhat stunned, unsure whether she was speaking to her or someone else.

"You're spreading rumors and misleading the public." Ji Ningtian said coldly, "If what you say is true, that Lady Qinji was harmed by my son and me, then why have Princess Wuqing and I lived in peace for so many years, and why are you marrying me today?"

“Ji Ningtian, you and I both know what you did to the princess. She won’t be fooled by you forever.” Huan Yan stared intently at Ji Ningtian, his pupils suddenly dizzy.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the steward shouted, "What are you standing there for? Quickly seize this witch!"

The guards stepped forward as if waking from a dream, only to see Huan Yan turn the soft sword in her hand around and place it against their necks. "Ji Ningtian, I am but a nobody, I cannot kill you, nor can I destroy you. But I am willing to give my life to make people today suspicious and wary of you."