Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1729 Containment
“Even if you bury your head in the sand like an ostrich, it won’t help,” Fang Zilan said slowly. The person in front of her sobbed, “I’m not…”

Upon hearing this, Fang Zilan moved closer. "If not, then stand up. You are a daughter of the Dugu family; what kind of behavior is this?"

"What should a daughter of the Dugu family look like?" Miss Dugu looked up at Fang Zilan and asked, "Should she not cry or make a fuss, not lose her composure, and only stand dignifiedly in front of others?"

"Not exactly." Fang Zilan raised her hand and gently furrowed her brow, pondering how to speak to Miss Dugu, when she saw Miss Dugu extend her hand towards her.

"You..." Fang Zilan opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything. She just grabbed Miss Dugu's hand and pulled her up from the ground.

Perhaps because she had been squatting for too long, Miss Dugu swayed and had no choice but to lean on Fang Zilan to stand up straight. "Would you please trouble the young master's wife to accompany me for a stroll around this area?"

Fang Zilan nodded, not revealing Miss Dugu's reluctance to return, and helped her walk slowly down the street.

"I was reckless just now..." Miss Dugu pursed her lips. Fang Zilan did not respond, but only said, "There are more people on the street today, it looks more lively than before."

"With the Qixi Festival approaching, it will naturally be more lively than usual." Miss Dugu took over the conversation, and Fang Zilan realized that time flies and the Qixi Festival is almost here.

“At times like these, lovers are most suited to be together…” As soon as Miss Dugu opened her mouth, she realized that it was inappropriate. She was currently mired in the quagmire of divorce, and Fang Zilan was betrothed to the young Murong Qing. It was hard to say that they were in love.

Fang Zilan didn't care at all and asked in a calm voice, "Can you and Fu Congnan be considered lovers?"

Miss Dugu remained silent for a long time. Just when Fang Zilan thought she wouldn't answer, she heard her voice, "I thought we were lovers, but that was just my assumption."

Fang Zilan tightened her grip on Miss Dugu's hand as she listened to her continue, "Originally, none of my parents or brothers approved of him. It wasn't until that year when I encountered bandits outside Xiguan City and he risked his life to save me that my family finally relented and agreed to the marriage."

As she spoke, she laughed self-deprecatingly, "Looking back now, it's possible that he had planned this all along."

"Why?" Fang Zilan asked directly, causing Miss Dugu to pause in surprise. "The Crown Prince's wife also heard what he said..."

“I heard you.” Fang Zilan nodded, cutting off the rest of the sentence. “People change. A young man who was once kind and righteous may very well become a treacherous and vicious old man.”

Miss Dugu asked in a daze, "Madam, are you speaking up for him?"

“Of course not,” Fang Zilan said earnestly. “Back then, you felt the affection between us, and that’s why you were so devoted to him without hesitation. As for now, people’s hearts are fickle, so there’s nothing to regret. Why should one’s life be swayed by others?”

“This… I’m not entirely sure. I only heard that the Prince Zhongzheng’s mansion invited renowned doctors from all over the country, and even the priest of Miluo, and tried many methods to save Murong Xun’s life.” Zhou Lang said slowly, “Since then, Murong Xun has lived a secluded life and has stopped even attending the morning court.”

"Murong Xun is so ill, why would the new emperor of Miluo still let him lead the army?" Fang Zilan asked solemnly. Zhou Lang remained silent, but a deputy general beside him couldn't help but say, "Since Murong Xun is so ill, why don't we rob the Miluo people of their provisions halfway?"

Fang Zilan looked up and asked, "Deputy General Chen, you led the men to burn the grain supplies during that night raid. Are you sure you burned them all?"

"I can't guarantee it will all be burned," Deputy General Chen's voice lowered. "The situation was urgent that day, and I didn't see the end in order to escape. However, the wind was strong that night, and the fire spread quickly. Even if the people of Miluo managed to put it out quickly, I'm afraid there wouldn't be much left." Fang Zilan recalled that night; she had looked back when she left the camp, and the fire was enormous, impossible to put out. Thinking of this, she felt slightly relieved, but still did not agree to Deputy General Chen's idea of ​​seizing the grain supplies.

"Lord Fang, this is an opportunity not to be missed. If we can cut off the Miluo people's food and supplies, we will surely throw them into disarray." Deputy General Chen was still unwilling to give up and advised, "When the imperial reinforcements arrive, we will be able to drive the Miluo people back."

“If the secret grain transport is a trap, and Murong Xun did not suddenly suffer from his old illness…” Fang Zilan did not finish her sentence, and Deputy General Cao’s expression froze. “Then wouldn’t we be losing many brothers for nothing?”

"Send more people to investigate." Fang Zilan said, then looked at Deputy General Chen and said coldly, "No one is allowed to move without my order. Anyone who violates this rule will be punished according to military law."

"Yes." The unanimous reply from everyone made Fang Zilan's heart flutter wildly.

If the news is true, then Heaven has blessed Dajing, and this is a golden opportunity for them to turn the tide of the war.

But if the people of Miluo deliberately spread false information, it would result in losses and unnecessary depletion of resources, which she could not afford to wait.

They had vowed to defend Miluo City to the death for a month, but less than ten days had passed. For the first time, she felt that each day was an eternity.

"Report!" The messenger's booming voice broke the silence in the tent. "White banners have been hung in some tents of the Miluo army outside the city."

Fang Zilan blurted out instinctively, "What did you say?"

The messenger repeated, "White banners are hanging in the tents of the Miluo army outside the city. In addition, Jiang Hanze is mustering his troops."

"Could it be that Mu Chuji is dead?" Fang Zilan's eyelids twitched. Zhou Lang nodded. "It should be. According to the rules of Miluo, if an ordinary general were to die, a white banner wouldn't be hung. Besides, Jiang Hanze is mobilizing his troops at this time..."

Fang Zilan gritted her teeth and said, "He wants to avenge Mu Chuji."

“Lord Fang, if we confront the Miluo people head-on, we will not come out unscathed.” At this moment, Deputy General Chen stepped forward again. “I volunteer to go and seize the Miluo people’s grain supplies.”

On the other side, a deputy general also agreed, saying, "If we seize the Miluo people's grain supplies, we can not only cut off their supply lines, but also relieve our grain shortage."

The other deputy generals echoed, "Yes, the imperial supplies are on their way, but things have been very chaotic in the south lately. Who knows if they'll arrive on time?"

Fang Zilan raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet. She stared intently at Deputy General Chen, her expression serious: "I'll give you a thousand men. Go and seize the Miluo people's grain supplies. If you can't, burn them all."

"A thousand men?" Vice General Chen stared wide-eyed in disbelief, while the other vice generals whispered among themselves.

"Do you know that if this is a trap set by the Miluo people, neither you nor a thousand people will survive?" Fang Zilan's expression grew colder. Deputy General Chen pursed his lips. "Lord Fang, two thousand people, I only need two thousand people..."

“Fifteen hundred people,” Fang Zilan interrupted him coldly. “That’s the most I can give.”