Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1789 The Other Shore
“Murong Qing, many people in the southeast have seen your Silver Armor Army.” Fang Zilan stared intently at Murong Qing. “If that half of the token is still in my hands, then I am your accomplice.”

“That’s what I thought too.” Murong Qing met Fang Zilan’s gaze, “until I discovered that you took that half of the token only for power.”

"Power is inherently intertwined with risk," Fang Zilan said calmly. "Since I'm willing to share the risks with you, what's wrong with coveting this power?"

"You admit it so readily." Murong Qing sneered. "Unfortunately, the only person who can share the risks with me is the Crown Prince's wife. If you want to give up this identity, it means giving up this risk and power."

"Finding a substitute is nothing, what's the big deal about giving up?" Fang Zilan curled her lips. "The young master doesn't trust me anyway, so why bother with such high-sounding words?"

"How can you expect me to believe you?" Murong Qing's expression turned cold. "You insisted on staying in the southeast, yet you never told me the real reason."

"I..." Fang Zilan began to speak, but Murong Qing interrupted her, "Don't tell me it's for fairness and justice. The truth is something you yourself don't believe, so why tell me it to lie to me?"

“My father promised me.” Fang Zilan suddenly changed her tone, “If I really can’t make it and collapse in the long night, the Fang family will go to see me at dawn.”

Murong Qing was taken aback, and Fang Zilan continued speaking to herself, "So whether you believe it or not, I will do my best to fight back."

Murong Qing remained silent for a long while. Just when Fang Zilan thought he wouldn't pay attention to her, she heard his voice, "If I leave first, will you come to the capital to find me?"

Fang Zilan chuckled, "With the young master's abilities, are you afraid I'll go back on my word?"

"Fang Zilan, if you hadn't come to the capital to find me, or if you had lost your life in the southeast," Murong Qing said with a sinister expression, "I would have made everyone you care about wish they were dead."

"I believe you," Fang Zilan nodded slightly. "And please believe me too."

"Without the title of the Crown Prince's wife, how will you protect yourself?" Murong Qing stared intently at Fang Zilan, noticing that her smile had widened but there was no mirth in her eyes. "No one has ever asked Zixiu such a question before."

"No one ever knew that Zixiu would be so badly injured," Murong Qing said quietly. "I know very well how your body has been along the way."

"I know what I'm doing." Fang Zilan pursed her lips and said as if to make amends, "I've suffered much more serious injuries before, and I couldn't move for more than half a year, but now I'm sitting right in front of you, perfectly fine."

“That’s different.” Murong Qing’s voice softened a bit. “I didn’t know before, but I do now.”

Zhen Mi'er bit her red lips lightly, "Isn't she a provider?"

“Miss Zhen, you are mistaken.” The High Priest shook his head. “At most, she is a container for Gu poison, but a better container than the medicine puppet made by Mr. Wenya.”

A look of surprise flashed across Zhen Mi'er's face. "What did you say..."

"Miss Zhen should know better than I who her biological parents are," the High Priest said indifferently. "Therefore, her constitution is different from that of ordinary people, and her birth date and time are also very special, making her the most suitable vessel to contain this Gu poison."

Zhen Mi'er's hand, hidden in her sleeve, clenched into a fist. "So, from beginning to end, you never saw her as a living, breathing person, but rather..."

She couldn't bring herself to say it. The person who had once shared life and death with her was, in the eyes of this group, merely a vessel for poison. How could she possibly utter such words?
The High Priest raised an eyebrow. "If Miss Zhen thinks that she can't be considered a living person, then what about those who died to nourish the poison in her body, including Chu Bin?" "I heard from the Hong Clan that the Feiling Mountain bandits were ordered to transport a large number of human bones to Miluo." Zhen Mi'er stared intently at the High Priest, her gaze extremely fierce, as if she wanted to stare a hole through her.

"Yes." The high priest nodded slightly. "Without those human bones, my shallow Yin-Yang magic would not have been able to save her at all."

“Using human bones as a medium, how is that any different from evil magic? How can it be called Yin-Yang magic?” Zhen Mi’er said through gritted teeth, “If it were the Yin-Yang school a hundred years ago, they would have burned the high priest alive.”

“Miss Zhen is right.” The High Priest’s expression was calm, but his voice carried a hint of sorrow. “Unfortunately, the Yin-Yang School is no longer what it was a hundred years ago. Even if people call it evil magic, I have no choice but to do it.”

“You…” Zhen Mi’er’s expression froze, and she angrily said, “You are truly stubborn and incorrigible!”

The high priest picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp. “Miss Zhen, our paths are different, and we cannot work together.”

“I cannot agree with the High Priest’s teachings.” Zhen Mi’er stood up abruptly. “Tonight, I thank the High Priest for clearing up my doubts.”

She turned to leave after speaking, but the high priest said, "Miss Zhen, do you think her path is any different from mine?"

Zhen Mi'er stopped in her tracks. Seeing this, the High Priest continued speaking to himself, "The path of Asura is paved with blood. The path that she and I have walked is this one."

"So what?" Zhen Mi'er turned around, her expression sharp. "She and you are ultimately different."

"Different?" The high priest repeated the word, a smirk playing on his lips. "Miss Zhen, she is no longer the person you once knew. The current her is different..."

"I don't care who she is." Zhen Mi'er interrupted the high priest in a cold voice, "Since she has the courage to face everything again, what's wrong with me going all out with her?"

The high priest was stunned, watching helplessly as Zhen Mi'er's figure disappeared from sight until Yue Nu's voice rang in her ears, bringing her back to her senses.

"High Priest, should we..." Yue Nu placed her hand beside her neck, making a "kill" gesture.

"Let her be." The high priest shook his head, then suddenly remembered something and instructed, "Yuenü, go and take the wooden box under the incense table to Miss Zhen and ask her to pass it on."

Yue Nu asked in confusion, "High Priest... to whom does Miss Zhen want to give this?"

The high priest did not answer, his voice deepening, "Go quickly, lest anyone suspect anything."

Yue Nu responded and hurriedly caught up with Zhen Mi'er, saying, "Miss Zhen, please wait."

After hearing Yue Nu's purpose, Zhen Mi'er frowned, but still solemnly accepted the wooden box and returned to the Zhongzheng Prince's Mansion with a heavy heart.

As dawn broke, Fang Zilan drank the hangover soup, changed her clothes, and stood drowsily in the Princess's mourning hall. Xiao Xuan'er, watching her nodding and dozing off, unconsciously placed her hand on Fang Zilan's forehead, fearing she might fall.