Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1910 Glory
"Are you trying to put on a show like this in front of me? Do you have a death wish?" Fang Zilan looked around at everyone in the ancestral hall. "And all of you, how long do you plan to keep this up?"

"Miss Xiu has portrayed the Kunlun disciples so well, how could we dare not cooperate?" Lu Tian said, his smile widening. "Miss Xiu, why don't you guess how many of the people in this ancestral hall are actually true villagers of Peach Blossom Spring?"

"As expected, there are hardly any survivors left in Taoyuan Village." Fang Zilan's expression grew colder. "Tell me, what's the current situation in Shi County?"

"If Miss Xiu is so eager to know, why don't you go and see for yourself?" Lu Tian blinked innocently, and Fang Zilan suddenly chuckled, "You're sure I won't make a move against you before I know the situation in Shi County, aren't you?"

Lu Tian laughed too, "Miss Xiu, of course you can kill everyone here, and then what? The question you want to know will never be answered."

"Is that so?" Fang Zilan remained noncommittal. "You, you all, or rather, the Ghost Gate, are you really that afraid of me? To mobilize such a large force just to deal with me alone, I am truly flattered. It's just a pity..."

She changed the subject, and Lu Tian paused for a moment before blurting out, "What's the pity?"

“I am not alone.” Fang Zilan said calmly, “When it comes to natural disasters and man-made calamities, the imperial court always sends people to provide relief. The matter in Yuzhou cannot be kept secret for long.”

"The imperial court?" Lu Tian's expression hardened. "Zi Xiu, when did you become a lackey of the imperial court?"

"Whether it's the imperial court or the Ghost Gate," Fang Zilan casually tugged at Lu Tian's collar, "we're all dogs, what's the difference? As long as there's profit to be made, that's all that matters."

"You are Zi Xiu!" Lu Tian roared indignantly, "The number one Zi Xiu in the world..."

"So what?" Fang Zilan interrupted Lu Tian. "Once you've mastered both literary and martial arts, you can sell your skills to the emperor. If the offer is higher than the emperor's, I'm willing to risk my life for you."

She deliberately dragged out her words, but the murderous intent in her eyes gradually surfaced. "So, how about it? Want to consider offering a higher price?"

"Are you kidding me..." Lu Tian was about to struggle when Fang Zilan gripped his throat tightly, silencing him.

"Who's joking with you?" Fang Zilan slowly increased the pressure, watching Lu Tian's face turn red and his breath grow weaker and weaker. "It seems you can't even afford to buy your own life, so what face do you have to bargain with me?"

Lu Tian tried his best to grab Fang Zilan's arm with both hands, attempting to break free, but to no avail.

On the other side, Lu Tian's accomplice, who was standing behind Fang Zilan, seized the opportunity and was about to launch an attack, but she was prepared and threw a short dagger in the backhand, which pierced his chest.

"What are you all standing there for?" Fang Zilan said contemptuously. "Either come at me all at once, or wait for me to take your lives one by one. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Before she could finish speaking, someone rushed forward with a knife. She calmly tossed aside the barely alive Lu Tian, ​​and the man, unable to retract his blade in time, pierced Lu Tian's shoulder, eliciting a scream.

Mu Chuji's smile widened. "The wedding of the King and Queen of Miluo should be a grand event for the world. I will not be surprised no matter who comes to witness the ceremony."

"Is that so?" Zhuge Yu said meaningfully, "I thought that the King of Miluo had made preparations in advance, and that His Highness Prince Qi had done it intentionally."

Mu Chuji's smile froze for a moment, feigning ignorance, and asked, "What do you mean by that, Lord Zhuge?" "I might believe that the Prince of Zhongzheng is unaware," Zhuge Yu said, glancing at Murong Xun who was strolling towards them from a distance, his voice deepening, "But if His Highness Prince Qi claims ignorance, it seems rather..."

"Lord Zhuge." A voice interrupted Zhuge Yu's words. He turned around and saw Li Qiyou rushing over. Before he could stop in front of him, Li Qiyou questioned, "Did His Majesty really issue an edict to marry Miss Fang to Prince Zhongzheng?"

"Really?" Zhuge Yu composed himself, while Mu Churui smiled knowingly. He then ignored the two and turned to greet Murong Xun.

"Why does Your Majesty..." Li Qiyou frowned, but Zhuge Yu interrupted him, "Your Highness, we are in Miluo now, what is it you want to say..."

"Greetings, Lord Zhuge." Fang Zilan bowed slightly and interjected at just the right moment. "I am truly flattered that Lord Zhuge has come in person to deliver this imperial decree."

Zhuge Yu returned the greeting, exchanged a few polite words, and then said in a low voice, "Miss Fang, please let me speak with you in private."

Fang Zilan timed it perfectly. Since there was still some time before the palace banquet, she and Zhuge Yu went outside. Once they were all alone, she said, "Lord Zhuge, please feel free to speak your mind."

"The entire route from Dajing to Lincheng is garrisoned by Miluo soldiers." Zhuge Yu cut to the chase, and Fang Zilan was taken aback. "Does Lord Zhuge mean that the Miluo people want to take advantage of the wedding between the two countries, when Dajing is off guard..."

Zhuge Yu raised his hand to make a shushing gesture. Fang Zilan understood and didn't say anything more, but her expression turned cold.

“Miluo harbors wolfish ambitions, and Princess Dejia will likely face difficulties in the future. You…” Zhuge Yu paused, a hint of concern in his eyes, “After marrying into the Zhongzheng Prince’s Mansion, you must also be extremely careful.”

“Lord Zhuge, do you know who I am?” Fang Zilan lowered her eyes and said, “Even if I marry into the Zhongzheng Prince’s Mansion, Fang Zilan will still be Fang Zilan, and my body and mind will never be confined within the walls.”

“But…” Zhuge Yu opened his mouth, then sighed softly, “This is, after all, a marriage. Whether you have no choice in it or have ulterior motives, once you’re in it, you can no longer break free.”

Fang Zilan curved her lips into a smile, but there was a hint of bitterness in it. "Lord Zhuge, are you feeling sorry for me?"

"I don't know." Zhuge Yu clenched his fist, his hand hidden in his sleeve. "But, I'm sorry."

He finally uttered those three words. It wasn't as difficult as he had imagined, but after saying them, he felt no sense of relief. Instead, it was as if he had been burdened by another shackle, making it hard for him to breathe.

"I'm sorry, Lord Zhuge, I accept your apology." Fang Zilan stared intently at the person in front of him, his lips pressed tightly together, his struggle and sorrow clearly visible in his eyes.

“But A-Yu…” Fang Zilan started to speak but then stopped abruptly. After a long while, she said softly, “As A-Yu, Sister Lan does not want to hear him say those three words.”

Because once Zhuge Yu says sorry, all the affection between them—the bloody battles in the north, the strategic planning in the west, and the steadfast defense in the southeast—will vanish.

"Zhuge Yu is now the person in charge of the Zhuge family." Zhuge Yu hardened his heart and said coldly, "From now on, Miss Fang, please do not mention the name 'A-Yu'."

“Okay.” Fang Zilan replied without hesitation, “I was being presumptuous.”