Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1741 Connivance
"Lord Fang, Sister Awan asked me to bring you medicine." Ashi said, obediently placing the medicine on the table.

Fang Zilan frowned slightly, "Where is A-Wan?"

"I've sorted out all the household accounts from last year. Sister Wan and Sister Xiao were checking them, so they sent me here," A-Shi explained. Fang Zilan was taken aback. "You sorted out the accounts for last year so quickly?"

Ashi nodded shyly, and Fang Zilan sighed, "It's such a pity that someone with your talent is staying in my household."

Ever since A-Shi was bought and brought back to her manor, regaining his freedom, she had been thinking about what to do with the child. A-Shi originally planned to become a guard or something, since he had some martial arts skills to rely on.

She had also discovered him in the brothel that day. After bringing him back, she didn't ask him much before he confessed on his own. His father was a martial arts apprentice who became a thug to make a living. When he was collecting debts, he pushed the debtor too far, but the other party was more skilled and he lost his life for no reason. His mother had a hard time raising two children, so she sold him.

After learning about it, she did consider instructing Ah Shi in martial arts, but then she thought that his thin body was not very suitable, and since most martial arts are physical activities, it would be better to let him learn something else.

Just as she was hesitating, Xiao Xuan'er discovered that A was incredibly sensitive to numbers and could learn to read and check accounts very quickly. So she let him share the job of managing the accounts, which also saved Mo Han the trouble of not being able to find a suitable accountant.

A few days ago, Xiao Xuan'er discovered some problems with the household's accounts from last year, so A-Shi volunteered to take on the task of sorting out last year's accounts.

When she heard about it, she took a look at the ledgers herself. They were piled up like a small mountain, and it would take at least half a month to finish reviewing them. But Ah Shi managed to sort them out in just a few days. It was no exaggeration to say that she was amazing. Thinking this, she praised her a few more times.

Ah blushed involuntarily, "It's all thanks to Sister Xiao and Sister Awan for teaching me so well."

"As for managing the accounts, let's not even talk about your sister Xiao. Let's talk about A-Wan. I know her skill level; she's about the same as me, she can't teach you anything." Before Fang Zilan could finish speaking, A-Wan's voice rang out: "You're already talking bad about me when I'm not around!"

Fang Zilan smiled and said, "What's wrong with telling the truth?"

When the group looked closely, Fang Zilan was already standing gracefully under the tree in the courtyard. The newcomer clutched his chest and fell in front of her, spitting out a curse, "Only women like you would resort to such despicable tactics."

"Looks like you're not convinced?" Fang Zilan walked up to him, looking down at him. "What's wrong with women? Why are you looking down on women like this? Weren't you born of a woman?"

"You..." He coughed suddenly, and Fang Zilan pointed her plum blossom sword directly at his brow. "If you're not satisfied, we can fight again."

“No need.” He straightened up, using his sword for support. “Even if the methods were despicable, a win is a win. Besides, your swordsmanship is indeed superior to mine, and I am completely convinced.”

"Since you're willing to admit defeat, you'll have to obey my orders from now on," Fang Zilan said, sheathing her sword behind her back.

He nodded and said, "Okay." Then he raised his hand, drew his sword, and thrust it straight at himself, as if he wanted to die.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zilan was prepared and used her plum blossom sword to deflect his sword, so that he only wounded himself and did not lose his life.

"You're quite the loyal servant, willing to die for your master." Fang Zilan raised an eyebrow. "It's a pity whether your loyalty is worthwhile."

Her words clearly enraged him. "I won't allow you to talk about Lord Lu Tang!" "My mouth is my own, what can you do about it?" Fang Zilan's lips curled slightly, a hint of disdain flashing across her face.

Suddenly, Qi Yuming spoke up: "Lord Fang, Lord Lu Tang has passed away."

"What did you say?" Fang Zilan turned to look at Qi Yuming. His robes were covered in blood and dust, but his clear eyes could not be hidden. "Lord Lu Tang was already seriously injured after being flogged, and he died during his exile due to excessive grief."

Fang Zilan paused for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Fine, since the person is dead, there's nothing more to say. Go, and don't let me see you again."

"Nothing more to say?" His expression was unfriendly, and he sneered, "Lord Lu Tang had a lifetime of integrity, yet he was framed and died unjustly during his exile. If I cannot avenge him, how can I repay the kindness he showed me?"

"Innocence?" Fang Zilan looked at the person in front of her with amusement. "Your so-called innocence is just taking advantage of your powerful family to disregard human life?"

"You're spouting nonsense!" He was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and lost his balance, falling to one knee on the ground.

Fang Zilan sheathed her sword and said in a deep voice, "No matter the reason, you shouldn't put your life and fortune on one person. I let you go because I saw that your skills were good, but don't be ungrateful."

He scoffed dismissively, "I think you're only letting me go because you feel guilty for taking Lord Lu Tang's life, right?"

"Feeling guilty?" Fang Zilan smiled with interest, her gaze falling on him. "Have you ever heard the phrase 'reaping what you sow'?"

"What do you mean?" He stared blankly at Fang Zilan, whose smile widened. "I gave you a chance, but you refused. Just like your Lord Lu Tang, what else can you call it but reaping what you sow?"

As soon as Fang Zilan finished speaking, she raised her sword and brought it down. A flash of silver light appeared, and the person in front of her fell lifelessly to the ground. The overflowing blood stained the snow beneath her, creating an indescribably desolate and cold beauty under the moonlight.

"Fang Zilan!" Awan rushed to her side, took her arm, and asked anxiously, "How are you?"

"It's alright, I can hold on." She patted Awan's hand reassuringly, then slowly walked over to Qi Yuming, Shangguan Min, and Deputy General Cao. "How are you all?"

"Boss, I'm fine." Deputy General Cao struggled to his feet, shaking off the dust that had settled on his clothes. "They're just minor injuries, nothing serious."

"With me here, don't be reckless next time." Fang Zilan said, patting Deputy General Cao on the shoulder. "Your skills are meant for conquering battlefields. It's not worth risking them to fight assassins."

After she finished speaking, she turned to Qi Yuming and Shangguan Min, "You two should also avoid this kind of person next time you see them, and don't confront them directly."

"Lord Fang is right." Qi Yuming straightened up by leaning against the door frame and smiled slightly. "However, if I hadn't held Lord Fang up for a while, I'm afraid Lord Fang might not have been able to leave this room."

"Lord Qi is right." Fang Zilan nodded frankly. "I owe you a favor. Tell me, how do you want me to repay you?"