Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1886 Sober
"Wang Shen, I'm in a very bad mood right now." Fang Zilan casually twirled her sword, and the blood on the sword fell to the ground with the heavy rain, leaving no trace.

Wang Shen's eyes widened, seemingly not expecting Fang Zilan to be so ruthless. "Are you really Zixiu?"

“If you don’t want to say it, I’ll say it for you.” Fang Zilan didn’t answer, but said, “The five families of Lingnan have run into trouble, and even General Xiahou has been imprisoned, so you think your chance has come, am I right?”

"What opportunity?" Meng Tingyang couldn't help but ask from the side. Fang Zilan ignored him and stared at Wang Shen. "Power itself is a knife that kills without drawing blood. Is it worth it to give up a peaceful life, stain your hands with blood, and get yourself into the mud for it?"

"Which of those powerful families hasn't stained their hands with blood and mired in hardship?" Wang Shen suddenly laughed. "If the Five Families of Lingnan can do it, if the Xiahou family can do it, why can't my Wang family?"

He stepped forward, looking at Fang Zilan with an almost provocative expression, "If you had the chance, wouldn't you risk your life and fortune to take a gamble?"

Fang Zilan remained silent. She had also fought desperately to earn a place for herself in the chaos of the capital. What right did she have to criticize Wang Shen, who was desperate to become a superior person in the southeast?

"Do you know that if you make a move against Wen Ran now, and people find out, all your hard work will be for naught?" Fang Zilan heard her own voice, which was filled with disappointment and frustration.

“Who would know?” Wang Shen stepped forward again, meeting Fang Zilan’s sword. “If you are truly Zixiu, even if you spread this news, no one will believe you.”

"You think no one will believe a killer like me?" Fang Zilan tightened her grip on her sword. "Then do you think anyone will believe what you say?"

"What do you mean?" Wang Shen looked wary. Fang Zilan pursed her lips. "You want to kill Wen Ran, frame Commander Ye, and push the Xiahou family behind her into the abyss, is that right?"

"I..." Wang Shenfu began to speak, but Fang Zilan interrupted him, "But with the power and status of the Xiahou family in the southeast, it's impossible for one person or one family to swallow it all up. Who is your accomplice?"

"Couldn't swallow it?" Wang Shen repeated the three words and laughed, "Back then, the former Duke of Yue, Fang Zilan, was just an unknown person, but when she swallowed up the Shangguan family by herself, no one asked who her accomplices were."

"Who did you say?" Fang Zilan's voice trembled slightly, and for some reason she suddenly felt the rain falling on her body becoming increasingly cold and piercing.

“My savior, the late Duke of Yue—Fang Zilan.” Wang Shen spoke each word with conviction, but Fang Zilan involuntarily took a few steps back. She steadied herself and said, “You don’t need to bluff me.”

Wang Shen stared intently at Fang Zilan, as if trying to discern something from her. "Why do you think I'm bluffing you?"

“The late Duke of Yue was not without accomplices.” Fang Zilan slightly turned her head, avoiding Wang Shen’s gaze. “Her rise to the rank of duke was not solely due to her own efforts, but rather…”

She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence, and in that instant, she seemed to understand Fang Chongzheng's actions somewhat—

This is an unsolved case; even if it were brought to the capital and placed before Li Shengxuan, it would be impossible to cause a major upheaval. Because in this era, Li Shengxuan is the one who holds that power.

She rose to power by leveraging Li Shengxuan's influence. He gave her the opportunity, and she had the ability; neither was dispensable.

However, Li Shengxuan's attitude toward the current case remains unclear, so the undercurrents surging in the southeast have eventually converged into a whirlpool, dragging everyone down with them.

She always thought that what she had to do was not to be swept up in the whirlpool, but to destroy it.

But if she does that, the consequences are unpredictable. It might restore peace to the southeast, but more likely it will create even more turmoil.

Many people like Wang Shen will seize the opportunity and act accordingly, and a new round of bloodshed is just around the corner. After all, power is there, and there will always be those who pursue it relentlessly.

Ye Yun looked flustered and whispered something in Xiahou Yunzhao's ear. After hearing it, Xiahou Yunzhao's expression changed, and she turned around and went back to the Xiahou family.

Seeing this, Murong Qing took a few steps forward, and Ye Yun did not stop him, letting him enter the Xiahou family's gate.

Following closely behind Murong Qing, Meng Tingyang stood ready. "Your Highness, something seems to have happened to the Xiahou family."

"No matter how big the matter is, it's just that the head of the Xiahou family has died." Murong Qing said casually, not caring at all that he was standing on the bricks of the Xiahou family at this moment.

Meng Tingyang hesitated, and Xiao Xuan'er, who had followed him, pursed her lips, but in the end neither of them spoke. They simply followed Murong Qing into the backyard.

Murong Qing saw Xiahou Yunzhao standing in front of a side room from afar and asked sternly, "Where is Elder Ye?"

"Perhaps he went to the restroom," a servant replied, only to hear Xiahou Yunzhao roar, "Then hurry up and go find him!"

Murong Qing seemed thoughtful. "Do you think the Xiahou family head would be in that room?"

Meng Tingyang shook his head, while Murong Qing said with great interest, "It seems that it wasn't the Xiahou family head who died, but someone else."

“But who could make General Xiahou so nervous…” Meng Tingyang frowned, “could it be the Xiahou family head’s wife inside?”

Murong Qing glanced at Old Ye, who had just met Xiahou Yunzhao and then hurriedly ran into the side room, and said noncommittally, "Why don't we go and take a look?"

However, before Murong Qing and her group could get close, Wu Ying suddenly appeared and knelt down in front of Xiahou Yunzhao with a thud, "Sister, I really didn't know she was going to do that..."

Xiahou Yunzhao leaned down and pinched Wu Ying's chin, stopping her from speaking. "You'd better pray that Miss Awan is safe and sound, otherwise even if Mingxun protects you, I will not let you go."

Upon hearing this, Murong Qing quickly walked up to Xiahou Yunzhao and asked, "General Xiahou, what did you say happened to Miss Awan?"

Xiahou Yunzhao straightened up and after a while said "sorry" to Murong Qing.

Murong Qing tried to walk past Xiahou Yunzhao into the room, but she stopped him, saying, "Elder Ye is treating Miss Awan..."

"Treat her?" Murong Qing's face was ashen. "General Xiahou, what exactly happened to Miss Awan?"

Xiahou Yunzhao remained silent, but Wu Ying, kneeling on the ground, sobbed, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have come back..."

Ignoring Xiahou Yunzhao's presence, Murong Qing grabbed Wu Ying's wrist and demanded fiercely, "What exactly happened to Miss Awan?"

“That young lady…” Wu Ying trembled like a leaf, looking at Xiahou Yunzhao for help, and said, “Young Master, please have some self-respect.”

Seeing that none of the Xiahou family members were willing to reveal the truth, Xiao Xuan'er stepped forward and said, "General Xiahou, I once learned some medical skills from the master of Wanhua Manor. May I take a look at Miss Awan?"