Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1891 Asking God
"So what?" Hong Tai interrupted Fang Zilan. "You are Fang Zilan, and that is the only reason I and we are loyal. Whether it's Li Shengxuan or Ji Ningtian, they can never destroy you."

Fang Zilan took a deep breath. "Do you know why they all want to push this marriage together?"

Without waiting for Hong Tai's reply, she continued, "In Li Shengxuan's eyes, a daughter of the Fang family of Dajing, married to a woman from Miluo, will be caught in a dilemma, finding it difficult to establish herself. In Ji Ningtian's eyes, as their daughter, marrying an enemy they once hated and fought bloody battles against is an act of betrayal. From now on, my former subordinates will be disillusioned, and my words and actions will no longer have any influence..."

“That’s only in their eyes.” Hong Tai interrupted Fang Zilan. “In my eyes, you are fearless, decisive and brave, the most amazing woman in the world. I am willing to be loyal to you.”

As he spoke, he knelt on one knee, looked up at Fang Zilan, and said firmly, "As long as you give the order, I am willing to brave even mountains of knives and seas of fire."

Fang Zilan stared intently at the person before her. After a long while, she heard her own voice, filled with an indescribable sense of relief, "Why would I need you to brave mountains of knives and seas of fire?"

Hong Tai was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said with affection in his eyes, "I knew it, my little beauty can't bear to part with me."

“Compared to you, there’s someone I’m even more reluctant to part with.” Fang Zilan raised an eyebrow, and Hong Tai followed her gaze. “Is that… Prince Yu Cheng, Li Qiyou?”

"Yes." Fang Zilan's voice softened a bit. "This noble and precious prince is about to take over the fiefdom of Prince Rong'an."

"Such a huge mess..." Hong Tai chuckled, then frowned as if he had thought of something. "But why haven't I received any news?"

“Because apart from His Highness himself, no one else is willing to let him do this.” Fang Zilan reached out to Hong Tai and pulled him up from the ground.

"You're unwilling too?" Hong Tai hooked Fang Zilan's finger, a half-smile on his face. "If that's the case, I'll help you kill him, how about that?"

"I already said I couldn't bear to." Fang Zilan withdrew her hand, a wry smile on her face. "How could I possibly bear to watch him lose his life in vain?"

Hong Tai nodded knowingly and said, "I understand. You want me to protect this noble prince?"

Although it was a question, he said it so matter-of-factly that even Fang Zilan was momentarily stunned. "You...aren't you going to ask me why?"

“There’s nothing to ask.” Hong Tai reverted to his usual ruthless and unrestrained bandit demeanor. “If you want him to live, I will protect him. If you want him to die, I will kill him. It’s that simple.”

Fang Zilan found it extremely boring, but suddenly she saw Wei Mao walking towards her. His amused expression and amused eyes revealed, "Lord Fang's appearance is truly worthy of being called a great demon of all ages."

She retorted rather irritably, "Likewise, Lord Wei's attire suits you very well too."

Wei Mao reached out and smoothed the thin braids beside his ear. The red tassels tied at the end of the braids wrapped around his fingers, connecting with the vine tattoos on his fingertips, exuding an indescribable allure.

His long, dark blue theatrical costume trailed behind him as he strode nonchalantly up the palace steps to Fang Zilan's side. "I'll take that as a compliment from Lady Fang."

"Does Lord Fang not know if Lord Wei is praising him?" The seemingly indifferent tone, though gentle, was undoubtedly Zhuge Yu's.

He wore a loose-fitting sky-blue theatrical costume, which made him appear even thinner. A red rope was tied around his waist, and the woven belt hung down at an angle, the silver bells at the ends tinkling with his movements, adding a touch of boyishness to his otherwise aloof appearance. "Young Master Zhuge, good morning." Wei Mao paid no attention to Zhuge Yu's attitude, shifting his gaze to the person beside Zhuge Yu. "Lord Zhuge, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Zhuge Yu stepped aside, and only then did Fang Zilan see the person beside him. His delicate features were exactly like Zhuge Yu's, only with a more relaxed and gentle appearance. She figured it must be his older brother, Zhuge Ming.

Zhuge Ming bowed to the two men and said, "Greetings, Lord Fang and Lord Wei."

"Lord Zhuge, there's no need for such formality." Fang Zilan quickly waved her hand, but then saw Wei Mao reach out and support Zhuge Ming's arm. "Why are you being so polite?"

Zhuge Ming straightened up, straightened his sleeves, and said, "Lord Wei is joking." His distant and restrained attitude made Wei Mao release his hand, and without saying another word, he took the lead and walked upstairs.

Fang Zilan coughed lightly and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, why are all your costumes in shades of blue, while mine is the only one in bright red?"

Zhuge Yu's expression softened a bit. "What do you think, Sister Lan?"

Zhuge Ming, who was listening to their conversation, was slightly surprised. The title "Ayu" was usually reserved for elders and siblings in the family.

Even within the Zhuge family, only a handful of people could be addressed with this title. If anyone else did, A-Yu would surely be annoyed.

Moreover, since Shan'er passed away, no woman in the world has been able to call her A-Yu. But now, seeing the way the two of them are behaving, and how familiar they are with each other, could it be that A-Yu has developed feelings for Fang Zilan as a sibling?

He was lost in thought, but he concealed it well on his face, and they didn't notice him for a moment.

“I think…” Fang Zilan deliberately dragged out the last syllable, “Ayu, the bells on your body are quite nice.”

Everyone present was stunned. Zhuge Yu subconsciously tugged at the silver bells hanging from the knot. "Sister Lan, is this what you mean?" Before he could finish speaking, a series of crisp sounds rang out as they fell down the steps.

Fang Zilan quickly bent down and picked up the bell that had fallen on the steps, then tentatively asked, "Ayu, are all the knots on your belt slipknots?"

Before Zhuge Yu could answer, a voice interrupted, "It is indeed a slipknot."

The group turned to look at the speaker, Pei Xiaoze, who was walking down the steps. His lotus-green theatrical costume accentuated his gentle features, making him appear even more serene. Red tassels hung from his sleeves, subtly reflecting the red glow of the silver bells in his hands, creating a look that was both cool and beautiful.

Zhuge Yu took the bell from Pei Xiaozhe's hand. "Thank you, Lord Pei."

Zhuge Ming glanced at the loose red knot around Zhuge Yu's waist, then bowed to Pei Xiaozhe and said, "My younger brother was careless, please lend a helping hand, Lord Pei."

"Lord Zhuge, there's no need for such formalities." Pei Xiaozhe walked to Zhuge Yu's side, pulled on the knot at his waist, and with a few deft movements of his fingers, he had already restored the belt to its original state.

As Fang Zilan stared blankly as Pei Xiaozhe took the bell from her hand and wove it into the knot, she exclaimed, "Lord Pei is truly skillful."