Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1803 Dongyin
"Lord Liu is sensible, very good." Murong Qing nodded in satisfaction. Lord Liu, however, seemed to remember something, straightened up and boldly said, "Young Master, today, apart from Fang Chongzheng, you will not be allowed to take anything else from my residence!"

Murong Qing laughed out loud, "Lord Liu, are you threatening me?"

Lord Liu hung his head, looking angry but unable to speak out. Only when the silver-armored soldiers brought Fang Chongzheng out did he raise his head and stare at him intently, as if trying to bore a hole through him.

Fang Chongzheng glanced at Lord Liu sitting on the ground, and before he could say anything, he heard him grit his teeth and say, "Fang Chongzheng, you may have escaped this time, but you may not be able to escape next time. They... I will not let you go!"

"Escape?" Fang Chongzheng narrowed his eyes. "I never thought of escaping."

“My father-in-law is a man of principle and courage. How can a two-faced scoundrel like Lord Liu be compared to him?” Murong Qing’s words were loaded with meaning, but Fang Chongzheng didn’t seem to care. He simply asked, “Did Lan’er send you?”

Murong Qing remained calm, "Although Madam is decisive, she is not a reckless person."

Fang Chongzheng's expression turned cold, and Murong Qing said to himself, "Miss Fang asked me to come, and it would be impolite of me to refuse."

"Your Highness..." Fang Chongzheng began to speak, but Murong Qing interrupted him, "These are all family matters, let's go back and talk about them later."

Fang Chongzheng didn't press the matter further and returned to the Fang family with Murong Qing. When Fang Zitong saw him return, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

"Father!" Fang Zitong went to greet him, carefully examining Fang Chongzheng as if afraid that he had been hurt.

Fang Chongzheng gently patted Fang Zitong's arm to reassure her, "I'm fine."

"That's good." Fang Zitong breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Murong Qing and said, "Young Master, thank you. But Miss Awan, she..."

"Miss Fang, please rest assured." Murong Qing interrupted Fang Zitong. "Since I have promised, I will keep my word."

Upon hearing this, Fang Chongzheng formed a plan in his mind and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Lan'er?"

"Unconscious." Fang Zitong's eyes reddened. "Mr. Wan said...it's not good."

Fang Chongzheng's expression hardened, and he strode towards the side room in the backyard, with Fang Zitong following closely behind, leaving Murong Qing and Meng Tingyang standing in the front hall.

"Young Master, shall we still go to the Xiahou family?" Meng Tingyang looked at Murong Qing with concern. After a day and a night of turmoil, his face was almost deathly pale, and he looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, drenched in cold sweat.

With no one else around, Murong Qing seemed unable to hold on any longer. She stumbled to the table, sat down with her arms around the corner, and leaned forward, saying, "Go, take some men to the Xiahou family and bring back Miss Awan and Miss Xiao."

“But Miss Awan is injured…” Meng Tingyang frowned, but Murong Qing impatiently interrupted him, “Even if we have to carry her, we have to carry her back.”

"Yes." Meng Tingyang bowed and heard Murong Qing say, "By the way, bring back the person who injured Miss Awan as well."

Meng Tingyang's lips moved, and Murong Qing seemed to guess what he was thinking. "If General Xiahou refuses to hand over the person, then ask her if the Xiahou family head wants Wu Ying to live."

"I understand." Meng Tingyang accepted the order and left. No sooner had he left than Wan Jun arrived in a hurry. Murong Qing didn't have time to stand up, nor did she have the energy to deal with Wan Jun. She said irritably, "Mr. Wan, are you here to laugh at me?"

"Your Highness is overthinking it." Wan Jun sat down next to Murong Qing and saw that he was gripping the corner of the table tightly with both hands, his knuckles white. "If you're not here to see a joke, then what brings Mr. Wan here?"

Wan Jun reached out and grasped Murong Qing's wrist. "I will treat the young master."

Murong Qing, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, fluffed up and broke free from Wan Jun's hand, saying, "No need."

"Lan'er's condition is still stable." Wan Jun said nonchalantly, still extending his hand to Murong Qing. "Your Highness wouldn't want Lan'er to see you like this when she wakes up, would you?"

Murong Qing remained unmoved, her lips pressed tightly together. Wan Jun continued, "Besides, Lan'er is in poor health and can't handle taking care of people. You two are both sickly and need medication constantly, so don't trouble each other."

Li Qiyou was stunned for a moment, and Fang Zilan continued to speak on her own, "Your Highness is a married man. If you elope with me, what will become of the two princesses?"

“I…” Li Qiyou opened his mouth, but before he could defend himself, Fang Zilan continued, “Today, Your Highness can disregard the two princesses for my sake. In the future, you can also abandon me for someone else.”

"I won't!" Li Qiyou pulled Fang Zilan into his arms without further ado. "Besides you, I won't..."

“Your Highness, you are the Jade Emperor of Dajing. And I am the third young lady of the Fang family of the Prime Minister’s residence.” Fang Zilan’s expression turned cold as she pushed Li Qiyou away. “People like us are destined to be unable to control our own lives from birth. Even if you are unwilling to bear the glory and reputation of the Li royal family, I cannot betray the Fang family.”

After she finished speaking, she straightened her sleeves and said resolutely, "Your Highness, please leave."

Li Qiyou still showed no intention of leaving, standing there silently. After a while, Fang Zilan lost her patience and dragged him to the door. But when she opened the door, she saw Murong Qing.

Fang Zilan wasn't surprised, after all, with her keen senses, she had just heard someone outside the door, which was why she didn't force Li Qiyou out.

But for some reason, the person outside the door showed no sign of leaving. So she disregarded her pride and decided to let everyone see that she and Li Qiyou did have an affair. She wanted to wait for the news to reach the Prince Zhongzheng's residence and see their reaction.

But she never expected that the person outside the door would be none other than Prince Murong Qing, who is now her nominal future husband.

Murong Qing's gaze swept back and forth between the two, finally settling on Li Qiyou. "Your Highness Prince Yucheng, why are you here in the middle of the night?"

"I invited Your Highness here," Fang Zilan said calmly. "What, does Your Highness find something wrong with it?"

“Miss Fang, we are engaged, please respect yourself.” Murong Qing spoke these words in a serious and measured manner, showing a maturity beyond his years.

Fang Zilan remained noncommittal, and changed the subject, saying, "I wonder what brings you here so late at night, Your Highness?"

"Father received news that the soldiers of Dajing are heading south, heading straight for Lincheng." Murong Qing stared at Fang Zilan and said in a deep voice, "Therefore, Father asked me to pass on a message to Miss Fang: the marriage is not what our two families wish for, but if this causes war to break out again, the Zhongzheng Prince's Mansion will not back down in the slightest."

"What did the young master say?" A look of surprise flashed in Fang Zilan's eyes. Murong Qing snorted coldly, "Third Miss Fang has used her supernatural abilities to manipulate the Li family uncle and nephew of Dajing, but now she dares not admit it?"