Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1775 Rejection
Murong Qing said thoughtfully, "Could it be that in the secret letter that my sister sent to the capital, she wrote that we two have been ill for a long time and are unable to reach the capital in a short time, and asked His Majesty of the Great Capital to forgive us?"

"What secret letter?" Awan was stunned. Murong Qing glanced at her with feigned surprise. "Miss Awan, don't you know? On the very day you and your sister returned from the government office, she wrote a letter and sent it to the capital."

He paused, observing Awan's reaction as he said, "If it's not a plea for forgiveness, then what is it, an interrogation?"

Awan remained expressionless, but her grip on the medicine pouch tightened. Murong Qing then said to himself, "Indeed, I was poisoned and my sister was injured. So many things happened during Mr. Xie's trial; he should be held accountable."

“The Crown Prince’s wife is always reasonable and wouldn’t make things difficult for Mr. Xie over such a trivial matter.” A-Wan managed to squeeze out these words dryly. Murong Qing laughed upon hearing them. “Since when has life and death been considered trivial? Miss A-Wan, aren’t you belittling your own path?”

“I didn’t,” Awan retorted immediately. “What I meant was…”

She realized her mistake as soon as she spoke and changed her tone, saying, "Your Highness, are you trying to trick me into revealing information?"

Murong Qing remained silent, seemingly in agreement. Awan then continued to ask, "What happened in the government office that day? You don't actually know?"

"I am not as powerful as Miss Awan thinks." Murong Qing still had a smile on her face, but it did not reach her eyes. "I am just quick-witted and better at guessing things than others."

Awan remained silent, while Murong Qing continued, "Have you and your sister considered that Mr. Xie's case has been under investigation for so long with no progress and so many people arrested? Will His Majesty the Great Jing, far away in the capital, just stand by and do nothing?"

“You shouldn’t have said these things to me, Your Highness.” A-Wan took another step back, tripped over the threshold, but was already standing outside the door. “I am different from you and Your Highness’s wife; I can’t think about such things.”

“Miss Awan, now that I’ve told you, I want you to tell your sister.” Murong Qing didn’t step forward again, but just smiled and said, “You’re a smart person, you know what to do.”

Awan's face was ashen. "I don't understand what the young master means," she said, and then turned and left.

“Miss Awan, you are already trapped in this.” Murong Qing’s voice came from behind Awan. “No matter how hard I try to clear you of this, you will never be able to, just like the Fang family, who cannot escape it at all.”

Awan paused, but did not stop. She knew, of course, that she couldn't escape, but just as the Fang family hadn't fled, she wouldn't either.

Fang Zilan only has one life, and even if blood is used to pay for all the debts, it will not be enough to settle all the accounts. As for the debts she owes, she will repay them herself, and there is no need to hold anyone else accountable.

"What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?" Fang Zilan's voice was close to her ear. She raised her hand and gently tapped Awan's forehead. "I saw you come out of the Prince's courtyard. Did he say something to you again?"

"It's nothing." Awan shook her head. "You two young couple are really interesting. You want to know something, but instead of asking each other, you always come to me."

Fang Zilan chuckled, "What did the young master ask you? Tell me."

"I'm not going to be your messenger." Awan glared at Fang Zilan. "If you want to know, you should ask the young master yourself." "Is that so..." Fang Zilan hesitated for a moment, "Then I don't want to know."

Awan was helpless, but couldn't help her curiosity, "I saw the yamen runners come to the door again this morning, why didn't you go with them to the court?"

Wang Shen had the man escorted into the clinic's woodshed, followed by Fang Zilan, Yun Qinghan, and the man whose purse had been stolen. Once everyone was present, Wang Shen ordered the woodshed door closed and everyone to stand guard outside.

For a moment, only Wang Shen, Fang Zilan, Yun Qinghan, and the man whose purse had been stolen remained in the woodshed. The man was clearly flustered, "What are you doing? I already said I didn't steal the purse!"

The man whose purse was stolen crossed his arms, looking displeased. "You think you can just say it's gone and then it's gone?"

"That's enough." Fang Zilan leaned against the door, saying lazily, "Now that there's no one else around, Young Master Shen, your men don't need to put on an act anymore, right?"

Upon hearing this, the man whose purse had been stolen changed his expression and said guiltily, "What did you say? I..."

"Ah Si, that's enough." Wang Shen's casual remark was enough to silence the man named Ah Si, who obediently stood to the side with his hands at his sides.

Yun Qinghan stared blankly at the scene, and just as she was about to ask a question, she saw the man's expression become excited, "Fine, you all conspired to set me up. Release me now, or I'll definitely go to the authorities and report you!"

“You want to go to the yamen? Sure, I’ll go with you.” Wang Shen smiled. “Let’s go to the yamen and sort things out properly, see what crime it is to riot and what crime it is to steal property.”
"This is all a frame-up! I did nothing!" The man said, about to rush forward, when a sword was suddenly held against his neck. Fang Zilan stood in front of him and said calmly, "You say we framed you? Do you have any evidence?"

The man opened his mouth, about to point out Ah Si, when Fang Zilan spoke first: "Ah Si won't help you, you have no evidence. On the contrary, you gathered a crowd to cause trouble and steal property, and everyone outside the clinic is a witness."

"You..." The man's face was full of panic. Wang Shen said sternly, "What exactly are your intentions in saying that just now?"

The man cried out in protest, "What ulterior motive could I possibly have? Don't wrong me!"

"Injustice?" Fang Zilan drew her plum blossom sword and brandished it in front of him. "I don't have much patience. Tonight's disturbance, to put it bluntly, was either instigated by you or someone behind you. Either way, the motive is simple: you're jealous of our clinic's success or you want to drag everyone down with you. Such actions are mostly driven by jealous colleagues. There aren't that many clinics here; checking them one by one wouldn't be too much trouble."

"Why bother investigating?" Yun Qinghan interjected. "I checked when I asked for help a few days ago. Every clinic was affected, and more or less, people had contracted the disease. As long as they are not on Young Master Shen's list, we don't need to worry about their lives. They will die of the disease sooner or later."

“Miss Yun is right.” Wang Shen’s expression softened slightly, and he gave a cold laugh. “There is no such thing as everyone dying together. It will only be people like you who are ignorant of your own limitations who die.”

"Since Young Master Shen and Qinghan have both said so, then you may leave." Fang Zilan casually sheathed her plum blossom sword. "Farewell forever."

After she finished speaking, she opened the door to the woodshed, only to see the man suddenly kneel down in front of them. "Young Master Shen, Miss Yun, do you really have a way to cure the plague?"