Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1819 Toil and Hard Work
“Miss Du, I don’t care what your purpose is, but you shouldn’t have gotten involved, and you shouldn’t have provoked me.” Fang Zilan picked up the dagger, her eyes instantly revealing murderous intent. “I’m sorry.”

"Help!" Du Ruohan shouted, but in the next moment Fang Zilan held a dagger to her throat, and a bloody mark appeared on her neck instantly. "I told you, tonight no matter who it is, no one can save your life."

Before she could finish speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure in blue rushed in with the night breeze. "If I beg, Sister Lan, would you show mercy?"

"Ayu?" Fang Zilan stared blankly at the person who walked up to her, who was none other than Zhuge Yu.

"Please, Sister Lan, have mercy!" Zhuge Yu walked over and used his hand to block Fang Zilan's dagger, causing blood to gush out instantly.

Fang Zilan subconsciously sheathed her dagger. "Ayu, why are you doing this?"

Zhuge Yu remained silent, while Du Ruohan turned her head away, saying, "Lord Zhuge, I don't need you to save me."

Fang Zilan's mind raced, and she quickly recalled what Zhuge Yu had said to her about love when they were in the Western Region. She immediately guessed the reason and said directly, "Ayu, is Miss Du the woman you said you wronged?"

"I..." Zhuge Yu opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Du Ruohan said in disbelief, "Zhuge Yu, how could you casually tell others about our private matters? You are simply not a gentleman."

Zhuge Yu wanted to explain, but Fang Zilan said, "Miss Du, wasn't it you who let A-Yu choose whether or not to go to the capital?"

Seeing her expression of enjoying the show, Du Ruohan took a deep breath and said, "Madam, you pry into other people's private affairs like this. You've probably long forgotten the three obediences and four virtues that a woman in her boudoir should have."

"What is that?" Fang Zilan scoffed. "Miss Du, I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine. You can go to great lengths to find something on me, so why can't I find something on you?"

Du Ruohan's expression hardened, and Zhuge Yu realized what she meant. "What leverage?"

“Miss Du hasn’t received it yet.” Fang Zilan curled her lips with a half-smile. “However, I’m very curious why Miss Du would come to Zhongling Temple at this critical juncture. I don’t believe you have no ulterior motives.”

Du Ruohan remained silent. Zhuge Yu looked at her and couldn't help but ask, "Ruohan, if you have any difficulties, feel free to tell me. I'll do my best to help..."

"What does Lord Zhuge's power have to do with my Du family?" Du Ruohan interrupted Zhuge Yu, her tone tinged with self-mockery. "If the Crown Prince's wife is willing to spare my life, I will leave Zhongling Temple first thing tomorrow morning and pretend that nothing ever happened."

"Alright." Fang Zilan agreed readily. "For A-Yu's sake, I can spare your life."

"I said, there's no need..." Du Ruohan was interrupted by Fang Zilan before she could finish speaking. "Miss Du, it's understandable that you're so strong-willed, but being so stubborn and unyielding shows a lack of flexibility."

"Lord Zhuge and I are both unmarried, so naturally we must avoid suspicion," Du Ruohan said in a deep voice. "If we were in each other's shoes, would the Crown Prince's wife be able to accept it with a clear conscience?"

"Why not?" Fang Zilan said matter-of-factly. "When I saved His Highness Prince Yucheng during the day, I didn't see him willing to be smashed into mincemeat himself rather than push me away to avoid suspicion."

Du Ruohan was stunned for a moment, then heard Fang Zilan say to herself, "There is nothing more important in this world than life. If you lose your life, what use is a clean reputation?" "Sister Lan," Zhuge Yu couldn't help but call out, but Fang Zilan glanced at him. "What, do you think I shouldn't have said such harsh words to your sweetheart?"

"Don't try to provoke me..." A hint of panic flashed in Cheng Ziming's eyes, but he remained calm. "Your relationship with Wen Ran can't be faked. Did you want him dead from the very beginning?"

“I certainly don’t want to, but there are always others who do.” Fang Zilan paused deliberately. “Of course, it’s possible that the one who wants Wen Ran’s life isn’t human, but a ghost.”

She spoke slowly and deliberately, and Cheng Zhiming stared at her intently. "You mean, the Ghost Gate is so eager to sever ties with the Wen family?"

"Not only that," Fang Zilan said calmly, "Wen Ji is already dead."

"Who?" Cheng Zhimo was taken aback. Fang Zilan continued, "He not only wants to sever ties with the Wen family, he wants to sever ties with all obstacles. What is hidden in the shadows should not be seen. His secrets can only be taken to his grave, just like Prince Rong'an..."

She didn't finish her sentence, and Cheng Ziming felt a chill run down his spine. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I am the person who knows him best in the world." Fang Zilan said calmly, "You can tell me nothing, and even secretly manipulate things and laugh at me for wasting my efforts. I hope you and the people behind you can live until I completely expose you."

Her nonchalant demeanor made it seem like she was talking about the most ordinary little thing, but Cheng Zhiming's face turned pale, and his white beard and hair looked even more ashen. Could it be that he really could never win even once?

“But since we’ve met here, I might as well do Mr. Xie a favor.” Fang Zilan raised her hand. “General Meng, please tie up Cheng Zhiming and send him to the government office to be handed over to Mr. Xie.”

"You..." Cheng Zhiming gritted his teeth, but before Meng Tingyang could make a move, they heard a commotion downstairs, which seemed to be coming from the direction of them.

"Your Highness's wife!" Meng Tingyang couldn't help but call out. Fang Zilan casually pulled up a curtain and covered Awan's face without saying a word. Before Awan could struggle, she said, "Be good."

After she finished speaking, she turned to Fang Zitong and said, "Second Miss Fang, Hongbinlou is a property of the Fang family. It is not surprising that you would appear here on ordinary days."

Fang Zitong immediately realized what was happening, straightened her clothes, nodded to Fang Zilan, and left the room.

After she left, Fang Zilan looked at Wang Shen sitting on the ground and said, "Young Master Shen is a smart man. You should know better than anyone what should and shouldn't be said."

“I understand.” Wang Shen coughed a few times. “I haven’t seen or know anything today.”

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ziming quickly moved to the window, but then let out a scream. Fang Zilan calmly straightened her sleeves and said, "You don't need to jump down. I can break your legs for you."

As she spoke, she walked to Cheng Zhiming's side and looked out the window. She saw several carriages parked below, their styles quite expensive, indicating that the visitors were of extraordinary status.

"What, you know him?" Fang Zilan knocked on the window frame. Cheng Ziming, dragging his broken leg, moved a few steps away from her, looking like he didn't want to say anything more.