Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1776 Concealment
Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently, "Once Captain Ye and Elder Ye wake up, you won't be able to leave without me lifting a finger."

"Young Master Shen!" Among the people who had come with Wang Shen, one of the bolder ones stepped forward and advised, "As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback. Let's go!"

Wang Shen seemed unwilling, but dared not linger with Fang Zilan. He stomped his foot and led his men away.

"You just let them go so easily?" Meng Tingyang looked at Ye Yun and Old Master Ye, who showed no signs of waking up. Seeing that Fang Zilan didn't seem inclined to answer him, he pressed on, "What you gave me just now wasn't an antidote pill, was it?"

“It’s a sleeping potion,” Fang Zilan said matter-of-factly. “What else can we do? We can’t let you knock them out again, can we?”

Meng Tingyang was speechless for a while before finally saying, "Do you know Wang Shen?"

Although it was a question, he spoke with certainty. Seeing that Fang Zilan remained silent as if in agreement, he continued, "Are you worried about Wang Shen and want to protect him?"

“No,” Fang Zilan answered decisively. “If I’m worried about anything, I’m more worried about Wang Shen’s pregnant wife. I don’t care if he dies; I just want his wife to be healthy, happy, and live a long and worry-free life.”

"The way you're talking makes it sound like you have a close relationship with Wang Shen's wife," Meng Tingyang muttered. Fang Zilan nodded frankly, "A life-or-death friendship."

As she spoke, she glanced at Wen Ran, who was still unconscious and leaning against a tree, mostly sheltered by an umbrella, and Ye Yun and Old Master Ye lying to the side. "After you send them back to the Wen family, go and ask A-Wan to examine Wen Ran. At least save his life."

"Where are you going?" Meng Tingyang raised his hand to stop Fang Zilan. "How can I send them all back to the Wen family by myself?"

"You alone?" Fang Zilan raised an eyebrow with a half-smile. Meng Tingyang pursed his lips. "Even if I had a way to send them all back..."

“That’s enough.” Fang Zilan interrupted Meng Tingyang. “And that corpse, you take it back to the Wen family and hand it over to Xie Chen. As for where I’m going…”

She didn't continue, and Meng Tingyang assumed she wouldn't tell him, so he asked directly, "Are you going to avenge Fu Mingyue?"

“It’s not about revenge,” Fang Zilan shook her head. “I just want an explanation. For Wen Ran, and for myself.”

Finally, she added, "If anyone asks, just say you don't know."

"You trust me that much that you're willing to hand them all over to me?" Meng Tingyang looked at Fang Zilan's retreating figure and couldn't help but ask the question that had been hidden in his heart.

"It's not that I believe you." Fang Zilan stopped but didn't turn around. "I just know that sending them back to the Wen family has no bearing on you, nor on your young master. Why not go along with it and gain a favor?"

Meng Tingyang felt a lump in his throat. He wanted to say that he had come tonight only out of his own conscience, but he knew that Fang Zilan did not trust him at all because of Fu Mingyue's death.

Because at that moment, he truly had the opportunity to save Fu Mingyue.

But he hesitated. He was a retainer of the Prince of Zhongzheng's mansion, and now he was a confidant of Murong Qing. He knew better than anyone that the prince's thoughts were unpredictable, so he never did anything extra, for fear of arousing suspicion and losing his life.

A single thought can determine life or death, even for an outsider. He was a veteran of the battlefield and knew this all too well. Therefore, he wouldn't regret his hesitation, nor would he feel wronged by Fang Zilan's trust. He was simply curious: why did she remain so resolute, even though every step she took seemed fraught with difficulty?
Just now, he seemed to understand that Fang Zilan's persistence stemmed from caring.

No matter the circumstances, she still has people and things she cares about, and for that she even cares about fairness and justice in the capital. Because of this, she is destined to be trapped in the situation, facing difficulties at every turn. Fang Zilan opened her eyes, sat up, and looked at Wen Ya, "Mr. Wen, I didn't expect you to be so impatient, telling A-Wan so quickly."

“I also want to keep it from her.” Wen Ya stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, “But I’m afraid that if a few more days pass, my foolish disciple will pay with her life for you.”

"Master!" Awan couldn't save face and turned her head away.

"Would it cost her her life?" Fang Zilan stared thoughtfully at Awan. "Our little Awan hasn't been hiding in the pharmacy crying for days, has she? Her eyes still look a little swollen."

"No way!" Awan retorted hastily, but her hand instinctively went to her eyes. However, the next moment she caught the smile on Fang Zilan's lips and angrily scratched her, "Fine, you lied to me again!"

Seeing this, Wen Ya coughed lightly and reminded him, "Be careful, the walls may have ears."

Awan immediately fell silent, cautiously looked around, and whispered in Fang Zilan's ear, "There shouldn't be anyone outside, right?"

“No.” Fang Zilan shook her head. “If there were someone there, I wouldn’t have woken up at all.”

Awan pursed her lips, about to ask something else, but then covered her mouth with her hand, took a deep breath, and stood up. "I'll go make your medicine."

"Awan, aren't you going to ask?" Fang Zilan's expression was inscrutable. Awan twisted her fingers awkwardly and said, "Of course I want to ask, but I don't want to force you, and I feel you shouldn't say it. It's enough to see you alive and well in front of me now."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left. Fang Zilan watched her retreating figure and sighed softly, "Our little Awan has indeed grown up."

"Miss Fang, are you planning to rely on the Fang family?" Wen Ya's face showed a hint of inquiry, while Fang Zilan replied calmly, "Who knows? We'll just have to wait and see."

As if remembering something, she said seriously, "However, I will always keep my promise to you. As long as I live, Awan will be alright."

Wen Ya seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, moved a round stool to sit by the couch, and said in a deep voice, "Young Master suspects me."

"That's normal." Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently. "Over the years, have you ever seen him truly trust anyone?"

Wen Ya pursed his lips. "On the day the Di Rong delegation entered the capital, you sent me out of the capital. When I returned, you were already in the imperial prison."

“This can hardly be called suspicion.” Fang Zilan pondered for a moment and said, “He just doesn’t want me to have a capable doctor by my side who can control the Gu poison in my body. As for other doctors, he knows I can’t trust them and doesn’t dare to reveal that he has Gu poison in his body. He can only endure it so that his scheme can work.”

"You don't need to comfort me," Wen Ya said helplessly. "I know what kind of person he is."

"Is that so?" Fang Zilan remained noncommittal. "Speaking of which, I've always been curious whether his illness is real or not."

Wen Ya's expression turned cold. "You don't need to test me. There are some things I can say. There are some things I'd rather take to my grave than utter a single word."