Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1832 Peace of mind
“Sister…” Murong Qing began with difficulty, but Fang Zilan stopped him, “I’m sorry.”

Murong Qing seemed surprised that Fang Zilan would apologize. She stared at her blankly as she heard her say, "I promised your father that I would save your life. I broke my promise."

"You admit it?" Murong Qing frowned, but Fang Zilan didn't answer. Instead, she changed the subject, saying, "The young master's clothes are wet. I'll have General Meng come in and help you change..."

"Sister!" Murong Qing interrupted Fang Zilan, then coughed for a while longer.

Seeing this, Fang Zilan's hand on Murong Qing's back unconsciously clenched into a fist. "Your Highness, there's no need to say more. Just take care of yourself."

"I really..." Murong Qing said slowly, word by word, "Did it bother you?"

"No," Fang Zilan replied quickly. "It's just that I'm overthinking. We can talk about it when you're better."

"Fang Zilan," Murong Qing changed his form of address, "If I perish in the southeast, then the matter you've been investigating will be left unresolved, never to see the light of day again..."

Before he could finish speaking, he coughed again. Fang Zilan interjected, "I know. If you die, Miluo will definitely demand an explanation from Dajing. With external enemies at the forefront, no matter what I find out, the truth is no longer important."

Murong Qing raised her hand and grabbed Fang Zilan's wrist, squeezing it tightly. "Since you know, why did you admit it?"

"Did I say I was going to admit it?" Fang Zilan stared intently at Murong Qing. "Your Highness, didn't you say you wanted to be entangled with me forever? Now I owe you more than once or twice, and so do you."

Upon hearing this, Murong Qing suddenly laughed, "Fang Zilan, you owe me, and you have nowhere to escape."

"I won't run away." Fang Zilan didn't break free from Murong Qing's grasp. "Now, is the young master satisfied?"

Murong Qing stared at Fang Zilan for a long while, seemingly considering the truthfulness of her words, "I'm so sick that I look like this..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Fang Zilan understood immediately, "Of course we can't let the young master fall ill for no reason."

"That's good." Murong Qing breathed a sigh of relief. "Whether you're satisfied or not, let me see the results later."

Fang Zilan responded softly, then withdrew her hand, stood up, and called Meng Tingyang outside the door to help Murong Qing change her clothes. She then went to find Fang Chongzheng.

Fang Zitong had just come out of Fang Chongzheng's room when she bumped into Fang Zilan. She subconsciously frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Fang Zilan glanced at the medicine bowl in Fang Zitong's hand, and instead of answering, asked, "Is Father sick too?"

"You've been away from home for days, and now you suddenly remember to care about Father's condition?" Fang Zitong said sarcastically, her tone not friendly. Fang Zilan wasn't annoyed, "It was my oversight. Thank you for your hard work, Second Sister."

Rarely seeing her so meek and obedient, Fang Zitong lost the mood to tease her. She simply said, "When we were still in the capital, Father's health was not good. I thought that once we left the capital, he would be able to rest and recuperate properly. Who would have thought that he would be involved in the troubles in the southeast again?"

Fang Zilan remained silent. Fang Zitong glanced at her and offered her a way out, saying, "Father mentioned you earlier, after all, he hasn't seen you for quite some time."

“Then I’ll go see Father.” Fang Zilan descended the steps, and Fang Zitong nodded, still reminding her, “The Fang family has already done enough. Even if Father is willing, I don’t want to see him toil his whole life only to have to give up everything in the end. Do you understand?”

"What did Mr. Wen say?" Li Shengxuan's voice remained relatively calm, but the obvious worry in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. Fang Ziqin shook her head and said softly, "Mr. Wen hasn't come out since he went in."

Li Shengxuan's expression was inscrutable. After hesitating for only a moment, he walked towards the inner hall, but was stopped by the imperial physician beside him. "Your Majesty, I'm afraid the smell of blood inside is too strong..."

"Move aside." Li Shengxuan glanced sideways at the imperial physician who had spoken, causing him to shiver involuntarily. He cautiously said, "Your Majesty, this Miss Fang inside is, after all, the Empress's own sister. This... is truly inconvenient..."

He spoke haltingly, and Li Shengxuan understood. Fang Zilan was the daughter of the Prime Minister, a pure and innocent girl. Now that she was injured, she would naturally have a doctor to treat her. Even if he was the ruler of the world, he was still her brother-in-law. If word got out that he had barged in so rashly, her reputation would be ruined.

Seeing that Li Shengxuan had stopped, the imperial physician who had spoken quickly said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to share your burden and lend Mr. Wen a helping hand."

"Go ahead." Li Shengxuan waved his hand, and the imperial physician who spoke nodded in agreement. Another imperial physician beside him also went with him.

Fang Ziqin remained silent throughout, not because she was afraid of blood, but because the thought of the girl she had grown up in front of her lying lifeless inside caused her heart to ache uncontrollably.

Humans aren't plants or trees; how can they be without feelings? Even if we've been estranged for over a decade, seeing each other day and night will inevitably leave some affection between us, not to mention...

"Empress." Li Shengxuan spoke suddenly, pulling Fang Ziqin back to reality. She replied, "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

"The Empress was assassinated, and the Prime Minister's daughter was seriously injured. This is not a good omen." Li Shengxuan said with an air of authority, "You are here by my decree to go to Baiye Temple and invite Master Liaoyuan to perform a Buddhist ceremony for the palace."

Fang Ziqin was taken aback, but her expression remained unchanged. "Your Majesty, I will go now."

After she finished speaking, she walked out of the Phoenix Palace. Her capable female official, who was following her, quickened her pace and volunteered to go to her, saying, "This servant will go and deliver the decree on behalf of Your Highness."

"No need," Fang Ziqin said calmly. "Prepare the carriage; I will go myself."

When Fang Ziqin stood at the entrance of Baiye Temple, Qiu Shui had just come out of the Fang family. She heard people on the street talking about how dignified and luxurious the Empress's carriage was. After making some inquiries, she followed her to Baiye Temple.

Upon hearing of Fang Ziqin's arrival, the young monk at the temple gate went to inform Master Liaoyuan in advance. Therefore, when Qiushui arrived, the temple gate was wide open, and Master Liaoyuan personally came out of the temple to greet her. All the monks stood respectfully and solemnly beside the stone steps.

"Your Majesty." Qiu Shui quickly walked up behind Fang Ziqin, standing only two steps away from her.

Fang Ziqin glanced at him sideways, and Qiu Shui nodded almost imperceptibly, then lowered his eyes and looked as if nothing had happened.

Master Liaoyuan took in the subtle actions of the master and servant, but acted as if he hadn't seen anything. As always, he was humble and gentle, welcoming Fang Ziqin and her party into Baiye Temple.

After entering the temple, Fang Ziqin routinely conveyed Li Shengxuan's instructions.

Master Liaoyuan accepted the imperial decree and calmly invited Fang Ziqin to sit for a while and have a cup of tea before leaving.

Fang Ziqin sat opposite Master Yuan, quietly watching him calmly prepare tea, and her anxious heart inexplicably calmed down a bit.