Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1726 Storms
"Most of the former henchmen of Prince Rong'an have been captured, and even if the remaining ones band together, they will hardly amount to anything." Fang Zilan casually picked up a teacup from the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and then said slowly, "Allies are completely different. Those who can ally with Prince Rong'an are naturally his equals."

After she finished speaking, she took a sip of tea and said softly, "Lord Mo, do you think they will let the Mo family go?"

As she spoke, a crisp sound followed as a teacup fell onto the table. Not too loud, not too soft, but clearly a tap.

"What do you know?" Mo Yang's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly. Fang Zilan curled her lips into a smile. "That's a question I should be asking Lord Mo. What does your Mo family know that makes you so afraid?"

Mo Yang's expression grew increasingly grim. "You're bluffing me?"

"Lingnan and Guimen are secretly communicating, while Guimen is secretly spying." Fang Zilan's fingers traced the rim of the teacup. "Lord Mo, you actually think I'm bluffing you?"

Mo Yang clenched his fist into a fist hidden in his sleeve, while Fang Zilan's smile widened. "I was able to protect the Fang family not only because of my own ability, but also because the Fang family has lived up to its reputation."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and said, "I have said everything I need to say. If Lord Mo still thinks he is qualified to join forces with me and the Fang family, he might as well show some sincerity. Otherwise, your Mo family will only be able to sacrifice yourselves to the flag."

"You..." Mo Yang opened his mouth, but Fang Zilan interrupted him, "However, the premise is that you can live to the time of the flag sacrifice. If someone can't hold back and makes a move, your Mo family won't even be able to perform the flag sacrifice."

Mo Yang's face turned from green to white, and in the end, he could only say through gritted teeth, "Thank you for your advice, Madam Heir."

After he left, A-Wan pouted, "He just left like that?"

"What can he do if he doesn't leave?" Fang Zilan's lips curled into a half-smile. "It's all in vain."

Awan frowned. "Are you really not afraid that the Mo family will be destroyed?"

"Total destruction?" Fang Zilan pondered the phrase carefully and said calmly, "That would require both to be solid rocks. The Mo family and the Fang family cannot be said to be destroyed together; it would be like throwing an egg against a rock."

"How come I never noticed before that you had such a mean face?" A-Wan clicked her tongue, and Fang Zilan chuckled, "Perhaps I hid it too well before."

"I don't think so." A-Wan shook her head. Fang Zilan looked at her and asked, "Then what does little A-Wan think?"

“Before, when you were in a high position, people would think twice before speaking to you. Regardless of whether they were sincere or not, at least they showed respect,” Awan said matter-of-factly. “But it’s different now. One or two people come up to you and try to take advantage of you. If you don’t say a few harsh words to them, they’ll probably start riding on your head.”

Fang Zilan's smile faded. "But now I am in a high position."

“It’s different.” Awan said seriously, “You are the Crown Prince’s wife. First you were the Crown Prince, then you were the wife. To put it bluntly, how others treat you is always due to the Crown Prince’s protection. But how others treated you before was entirely because you are Fang Zilan.”

Fang Zilan, a nobleman unparalleled in the entire capital.

“Awan, I’m still Fang Zilan.” Fang Zilan’s voice was muffled. Awan nodded gently. “I know, you’re still the Fang Zilan who can turn the world upside down with a flick of your wrist. I just…”

She paused, then whispered, "I feel stifled."

The doctor carefully considered his words, retaining the phrase "prepare for the worst," but it still angered Li Qiyou, who exclaimed, "Nonsense!"

The usually kind and gentle Prince Yu Cheng slammed down his teacup, glaring at him angrily. "You think you can fool me with these words if you can't cure the Crown Prince and his wife?" "Please calm down, Your Highness, we wouldn't dare..." Several doctors knelt down in unison. "It's just that the Crown Prince and his wife simply can't withstand it..."

"Can't withstand what?" A sharp voice rang out as A-Wan rushed in. "What storms hasn't Miss Fang seen? How could she be defeated here? If you can't even diagnose a patient, get out of my way!"

Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu both breathed a sigh of relief. The soldiers who had been chasing after Awan said sheepishly, "Your Highness, Lord Zhuge, this girl has the Empress's token. We really couldn't stop her..."

Li Qiyou raised his hand, signaling the soldiers and doctors to leave, leaving only Awan in the hall. "Miss Awan, how could you..."

He had barely opened his mouth when Awan interrupted him, saying, "I've been waiting here for two days; you've been far too slow."

She looked at him with disgust. Zhuge Yu coughed lightly, "The young master and his wife are seriously ill, so we had no choice..."

"I know, otherwise what would I be here for?" Awan said irritably, showing neither respect to Li Qiyou nor accepting Zhuge Yu's polite words.

Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu exchanged a glance. Before they could say anything, Awan said, "Gentlemen, it's not that I'm being presumptuous, but I'm afraid that if it's too late, even a celestial being would have difficulty saving Miss Fang."

Li Qiyou's expression changed, and he then noticed the bloodstains on Awan's travel-worn body. "Miss Awan, are you injured?"

"It's alright, I won't die." Awan said coldly. Zhuge Yu quickly led the way for her, "Miss Awan, please follow me."

Awan walked hurriedly. Zhuge Yu observed her expression and asked, "Miss Awan, since you are here on the Empress's orders, why is it you and not Mr. Wen?"

Upon hearing the name Mr. Wen, A-Wan visibly paused. "Mr. Wen is very busy and doesn't have time."

"Really?" Zhuge Yu pressed, but Awan's expression turned cold. "Thank you for your concern, Young Master Zhuge. Mr. Wen is still alive."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Yu pursed his lips. Judging from A-Wan's tone, even if Wen Ya were alive, he probably wouldn't be in good health.

He had some understanding of the situation in the capital. After the Fang family fled the capital, Empress Fang Ziqin was walking on thin ice. There were many calls in the court to depose her, but Li Shengxuan remained noncommittal.

At this critical juncture, Awan took the Empress's token and waited at the border of Dajing, then barged into the delegation returning from Miluo...

"Lord Zhuge, please wait." Awan's voice pulled Zhuge Yu back to his senses. "When I am examining and treating patients, I do not like anyone to be around. Please forgive me, sir."

“Miss Awan, you flatter me.” Zhuge Yu took a step back and bowed, saying, “Please, Miss.”

Awan didn't even glance at Zhuge Yu before pushing the door open, slamming it shut, and leaning against it to take a deep breath.

The room was filled with the strong smell of herbs, but Awan seemed to get a brief respite. She calmed herself down, walked to the bedside, and looked at Fang Zilan, who was pale and barely breathing.

"I've come." Awan looked down at the person on the bed. "Fang Zilan, I've traveled all this way through hardships, not to collect your corpse."