Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1787 Restrictions
“You are not Wen Ji,” Fang Zilan said coldly. “Or rather, you are more than just Wen Ran’s follower, Wen Ji.”

"What do you mean by that, Miss Zixiu?" Wen Ji frowned, and Fang Zilan tightened her grip on the knife. "I thought your voice sounded familiar, but I've heard it more than just in the Wen family."

Wen Ji remained silent, so Fang Zilan continued, "You are from the Ghost Gate."

She spoke with such certainty that A-Wan exclaimed in surprise, "I remember now! When I was treating Young Master Wen, I vaguely heard someone call my name, A-Wan. In my haste, I thought it was just my imagination. Could it be you?"

"It's me." Wenji said quietly, "Little Awan, remember to make your story more convincing next time you impersonate the young master's wife, that old-fashioned, well-worn-out excuse. Otherwise, if you get exposed, even the young master might not be able to save you. Don't you agree, Zixiu?"

"You know me?" Fang Zilan became wary, and Wen Ji laughed self-deprecatingly, "In the Ghost Gate, who doesn't know Zixiu? It's just that Zixiu doesn't know me."

Fang Zilan remained unmoved and questioned, "Young Master, what is your intention in placing you by Wen Ran's side?"

“Zixiu, since you have already betrayed the Ghost Gate, why ask any more questions?” Wenji suddenly raised his hand and gripped the back of Fang Zilan’s knife. “Why don’t I send you off on your final journey?”

“I could guess even if you didn’t say it.” Fang Zilan’s face remained expressionless. A flash of silver light appeared at the tip of her other finger, and Wen Ji immediately stopped in his tracks, unable to move. “You…”

His lips moved with great difficulty, his whole body felt numb, but his mind was exceptionally clear.

Seeing this, Fang Zilan said calmly, "I advise you not to move around recklessly, lest you become unable to move at all later."

Wen Ji took a deep breath and listened as Fang Zilan continued, "I'm asking you, where is Wen Ran now?"

"You could have guessed it, couldn't you?" Wenji retorted, her voice sharp with annoyance. "But by the time you figure it out, you'll probably only be able to collect Wen Ran's corpse."

“The Wen family is the maternal family of the former Consort Shu. In the eyes of the world, they are the support of Prince Yu Ning, but he cannot accept them.” Fang Zilan moved her wrist slightly, and the knife left a bloody mark on Wen Ji’s neck. “Tell me, if not a single member of the Wen family survives, can you still live?”

“Young Master wouldn’t!” Wen Ji gritted his teeth. Fang Zilan curled her lips. “Only when Prince Yu Ning loses his support will the Li family not be wary of him. It will be easier for him to do whatever he wants.”

She paused for a moment, then said, "Since you want to be a pawn, then I'll grant your wish."

"Wen Ran is in Wang Shen's hands!" Wen Ji almost roared these words. "That fool Wang Shen thinks he can take over the Wen family, but little does he know that he is just a knife in the young master's hand."

"What do you mean?" Awan asked, completely bewildered.

Fang Zilan's face was ashen. She asked, word by word, "Young Master intends to use Wang Shen to deal with the Mo family?"

Wen Ji didn't speak, but smiled sinisterly, "Zi Xiu, have you ever thought about what will happen to those former officials if you guessed correctly? Is the Wen family the only thing the Prince of Yu Ning can rely on?"

After saying this, he used all his strength to smash into the knife in Fang Zilan's hand and committed suicide.

Warm blood fell onto Fang Zilan's hands, but she only felt a chill run through her body. How could she not know? The Hong family of Feiling Mountain was a prime example of Ji Ningtian's use and discard, and the Wen family and the Mo family might follow in his footsteps.

Wang Shen wasn't the only fool. As long as one has something they're attached to, they can only be a fool.

"Fang Zilan." Awan tugged at Fang Zilan's collar. "Are you going to rescue Young Master Wen?" Shangguan Min turned his head away without speaking. Fang Zilan reached out and patted his shoulder. "You're taller than me now, but you still act like a child. Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Let's go visit Old Cao together."

“Alright.” Shangguan Min followed behind her, chatting casually. “Lord Fang, when we entered Qiluo City, we found that several places in the city had been burned down. We heard that wounded soldiers tried to kill themselves with the Miluo people using sulfur and saltpeter, and accidentally started a fire…”

“It wasn’t an accident,” Fang Zilan interrupted him calmly. “It was my order. Better to die a glorious death than live a shameful life.”

Shangguan Min was stunned. "Lord Fang, you've been..."

He didn't continue, and Fang Zilan calmly hummed in agreement, "I never intended to live anyway."

"No wonder..." Shangguan Min finally understood why the people of the Northern Border were so worried. Vice General Li and Lord Qi had not only mustered troops overnight, but had also given him countless instructions before his departure. It turned out they already knew that Lord Fang was guarding Qiluo City with a death wish; if they arrived too late...

Fang Zilan turned around and looked at Shangguan Min, who was standing there in a daze, and frowned slightly, asking, "What's wrong with you?"

"Lord Fang!" Shangguan Min rushed to her and grabbed her sleeve tightly. "Thank goodness, thank goodness you're alright."

Fang Zilan was both annoyed and amused. "What did those people in the Northern Border teach you to become like this?"

"I..." Shangguan Min paused in her grip on her sleeve, then said with a look of disgust, "Let go."

Shangguan Min was still shaken and refused to let go. Fang Zilan frowned and suppressed her temper, saying patiently, "What's wrong with you, child? Why are you getting so worked up? You saw it yourself, I'm fine, let go now."

"Are you really alright?" Shangguan Min stared at her intently, her pleading look making even her anger seem weak. "Can't you tell whether I'm alright or not? What have you learned in all these years in the military? Don't you have even the most basic sense of judgment? You're not a child anymore, let go of me now."

Shangguan Min gave a soft "oh" and reluctantly released Fang Zilan's sleeve.

Fang Zilan straightened her sleeves, snorted coldly, and ignored him. Shangguan Min followed closely behind, afraid of really angering her, and immediately became much quieter and dared not say anything more.

When the two met Vice General Cao, A-Wan was removing the needles from him. She took out the last needle and breathed a sigh of relief, "You've come just in time. Vice General Cao will wake up in a little while."

"That's great." Shangguan Min's eyes sparkled, and Fang Zilan also breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I'll stay here for a while and leave when Lao Cao wakes up."

"You all do as you please, I need to go brew the medicine." Awan stood up and rubbed her arms. "When Vice General Cao wakes up, tell him not to move around too much, and to feed him water slowly so he doesn't choke and cause me trouble."

Fang Zilan nodded in agreement, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Not long after Awan left, Deputy General Cao slowly woke up. His voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak a complete sentence. Fang Zilan fed him some water to help him recover and calm down.

“Boss…” Deputy General Cao blinked, and Fang Zilan grasped his hand. “I’m here, Lao Cao, look who’s here?”

“Shangguan… Min?” Deputy General Cao uttered the name blankly, and Shangguan Min exclaimed excitedly, “It’s me.”