Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1790 Collusion
"The Wen family colluded with the Ghost Gate, and Wen Ran even used the guise of traveling the world as a merchant to have connections with Miluo." Liu Yong said, looking at Fang Zilan, "Princess Consort, even if someone from the Wen family can stand in court, what can they do besides confess their crimes?"

Fang Zilan remained silent, which emboldened Liu Yong even more. "I almost forgot, if we're talking about colluding with the Ghost Gate, your Fang family is involved too. Not to mention your connections with Miluo, the Fang family produced you, the wife of the heir."

"The matter of Miluo was originally related to Mr. Zuo. My wife made it very clear in court that day." A clear, cold voice came from below the hall. The crowd involuntarily made way for him to walk into the hall. It was Murong Qing.

He walked to Fang Zilan's side, raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder, "Lord Liu's words seem to be an attempt to damage the relationship between Miluo and Dajing, his intentions are despicable."

His words grew increasingly harsh, until the last sentence suffocated Liu Yong, yet he still dared to say boldly, "Your Highness, if we're talking about damaging relations between our two countries, you should lead the troops..."

"Lord Liu, my husband is currently a guest in the capital; even His Majesty has to show him some respect," Fang Zilan interrupted Liu Yong sharply. "Are you really going to utter such harsh words?"

"He's just a hostage, that's all you've got, Lady Heir." Liu Neng sneered, but Fang Zilan wasn't bothered at all. "Lord Liu, before the case is closed, anyone can overturn it. But if you insist on making things difficult for my husband, I'm afraid your Liu family might not live to see the truth come out."

Liu Neng opened his mouth, but gritted his teeth and didn't utter a word.

"Lord Liu just mentioned that the Wen family is colluding with the Ghost Gate," Xie Chen said, staring intently at Liu Yong. "Do you have any evidence?"

"Mr. Xie, everyone in the world knows that the Wen family produced a former imperial concubine. Don't you know that?" Liu Yong's words were laced with sarcasm. "The Ghost Gate has countless connections with the previous dynasty. Does the Wen family dare to say that it has nothing to do with it?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Zilan felt relieved. She knew Ji Ningtian well; if the world knew something that everyone suspected, he would never give anyone a handle to use against him.

“Lord Liu, this is merely your guess.” Xie Chen raised his voice, “Investigating cases requires solid evidence. If you have no proof, your claim is invalid.”

Liu Yong wanted to say something more, but Liu Neng interrupted him, saying, "If Mr. Xie wants evidence, why not ask General Xiahou directly? There is no one or nothing in the southeast that can escape the eyes of the Xiahou family. Or is Mr. Xie already made up his mind and is deliberately pretending to be ignorant?"

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Yunzhao curled her lips, "Why do you have to be so euphemistic? Everyone here knows what my relationship with Xie Chen is, but he doesn't know all the evidence I have."

"Is that so?" Liu Yong said sinisterly, "General Xiahou, you've put yourself in such a precarious position, do you really expect Mr. Xie to escape unscathed?"

“That’s not what I meant.” Xiahou Yunzhao and Xie Chen looked at each other. “Whether it’s the case in the southeast or the case of your five families in Lingnan, Xie Chen is more than capable. But if it involves the old affairs of the previous dynasty, then it can only be left to His Majesty to handle.”

Liu Yong stared at Xiahou Yunzhao, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. "Judging from General Xiahou's words, are you admitting that you have evidence to accuse the Wen family of colluding with the Ghost Gate?"

Fang Zilan nodded, and then saw Lin Jian kneel down in front of her. "I have something to ask of you, Lord Fang."

"Have you thought this through? I will only do one thing for you." Fang Zilan tightened her grip on the teacup, understanding dawning on her.

As expected, Lin Jian said, "Lord Fang, I beg you to avenge my dead brothers. No matter who is behind it, do not let them get away with it."

"I can't do this right now." Fang Zilan's voice lowered, and Lin Jian's heart sank as well. His expression darkened considerably, and he opened his mouth but said nothing. If even she was powerless to help, were his brothers destined to die with their eyes wide open in disbelief?

“However…” Fang Zilan slowly said, “Within ten years, I will definitely help you achieve your goal and give you an explanation.”

"Ten years?" Lin Jian repeated. Fang Zilan sighed softly and said, "Do you think ten years is too long?"

Lin Jian remained silent. Fang Zilan bit her lip. She originally wanted to say that she would live for many years, but then she thought that Lin Jian didn't know she didn't have many years left to live. Saying it would be asking for trouble. She might as well say ten or eight years.

Judging from Lin Jian's reaction now, ten years is indeed a long time. She should have said eight years earlier. Just as she was thinking this, she heard Lin Jian say, "It's not long. As long as I can get revenge, ten years is nothing."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zilan said calmly, "Let me make this clear from the start: ten years is neither long nor short, and anything can happen during that time. Perhaps the person behind this will die before I can take my revenge, or perhaps you will change your mind and let go of your grudges in a couple of years. But no matter what, your brothers will not return, and you cannot go back on your word. Are you sure you want me to avenge your dead brothers?"

After hearing her words, Lin Jian involuntarily lowered his head, and after a long while, he raised his head to look at her. "I don't know what will happen in the next ten years, but I know that I must avenge them."

Fang Zilan looked at him thoughtfully, noticing a hint of hesitation in his expression, and his voice softened slightly, "However, since anything can happen in ten years, what if something were to happen to you, Lord Fang..."

He didn't finish his sentence. Fang Zilan thought to herself that bad luck was really strange. Once you thought of it, someone else would come looking for it, even if you didn't look for it yourself. There was really no way to avoid it.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Lin Jian was afraid she would change her mind, and even more afraid that she would strangle him in a fit of displeasure. He quickly kowtowed and knelt upright, saying, "Lord Fang, you are my lord..."

“I accept your kowtow, and I agree to this matter.” Fang Zilan interrupted him, her eyes filled with deep malice. “Don’t worry, even if I die within ten years, I will crawl out of my coffin and get this done before going to hell.”

Lin Jian was stunned by her words and couldn't react. She herself was also taken aback. Going to hell?

In her dream, the person who applied medicine to her vaguely said, "Zixiu, if you go to the underworld, you will surely have to roll around in the eighteen levels of hell countless times. With your hands, they will probably be fried in oil."

She laughed indifferently at the time, but then she heard the man continue, "But don't be afraid. Now that I've become your accomplice, I'll definitely accompany you on this trip."

The children around them overheard this and came over, asking, "Where is Sister Xiu going? I want to go too..."

Memories flooded back, and Fang Zilan felt a headache as if her head was about to explode, causing her to curl up into a ball.

Seeing this, Lin Jian stood up, at a loss for what to do. "Lord Fang, what's wrong?"

“Go…” Fang Zilan struggled to utter a few fragmented words, “Go, to find, A, Wan.”