Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1967 Defeat
“Miss Zixiu, I certainly wouldn’t dare to identify you, after all, everyone who saw your true face is dead.” The man waved his hand. “I just want to tell you that since we both have something on each other, why don’t we each take a step back?”

"What leverage?" Fang Zilan exerted a little force, and the plum blossom sword tore through the man's outer garment, leaving a bloody mark on his body.

“Miss Zixiu, you…” The man was about to say something, but Fang Zilan interrupted him, “You can spread these nonsense and see if anyone will believe them.”

She raised an eyebrow as she spoke, "I don't care, but I wonder if the Fang family of Dajing and the Zhongzheng Prince's Mansion of Miluo will let you off the hook?"

"Miss Zixiu, are you determined to make this a fight to the death?" The man looked displeased. Fang Zilan said calmly, "You are not the fish, and I am not the net, but if we fight, you will be the one who dies."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw a flash of silver light appear at the man's fingertips. She spun around to avoid it, and at the same time, flicked her sleeve to shake off the powder, knocking him down.

"Truly troublesome." Fang Zilan let out a long sigh of relief, using the plum blossom sword to support her body so that she could barely stand.

She paused for a while, then slowly walked deeper into the dark passage. Along the way, she encountered many servants carrying boxes, who all looked at her as if they had seen a ghost, and dropped their boxes and ran away.

Fang Zilan ignored them and simply followed the footprints they had left behind. However, the footprints soon disappeared. She could only rely on her intuition to keep going, and when she came to a fork in the road, she would randomly choose one to continue.

Whether it was good luck or because these forks in the road led in all directions and were not dead ends, she somehow managed to reach the exit, where she could faintly hear voices.

She gripped the plum blossom sword tightly, mustered her spirits, and climbed the steps, pushing aside the stone slab at the top. The room was pitch black; she squinted, and after her eyes adjusted, she suddenly felt that something looked familiar.

The interior layout and furnishings were exactly the same as what she had seen in the Wen family's side room before. Could it be that she had walked into the Wen family again?
A familiar voice quickly confirmed her guess. Awan said irritably, "Young Master Wen, I'm not staying up all night to listen to your rambling. If you say one more word, I won't treat you!"

Fang Zilan couldn't help but smile. It seemed that Wen Ran was still alive. With A Wan around, it wouldn't be difficult for him to keep his life.

Thinking of this, she staggered out, and as soon as she pushed open the door, she met Meng Tingyang waiting in the courtyard.

The rain outside had stopped. Meng Tingyang turned around when he heard the noise and saw Fang Zilan, who was soaking wet and leaning on her plum blossom sword. The two looked at each other, and before they could speak, the door to the other room opened.

"Zixiu?" Wen Ran looked at Fang Zilan in disbelief. Awan, who was following behind him, couldn't help but peek over when she heard his words, and she was also shocked. "How did you get yourself into this state?"

Fang Zilan coughed lightly and looked at Wen Ran, saying, "Seeing you so lively and healthy, and with Awan treating you, I can rest assured."

She turned to leave after saying that, but A-Wan rushed over and stopped her. "Where do you think you are going in this state? Are you afraid that those martial arts people outside won't come after you for your life?"

“Awan, I am Zixiu.” Fang Zilan closed her eyes. “Zixiu should not stay here, and she cannot stay.”

“It’s just a skin anyway, we can just change it…” Before Awan could finish speaking, Fang Zilan shook her head and whispered, “At this moment, the young master’s wife should not be here.”

“But you…” A-Wan opened her mouth, but Wen Ran beat her to it. He rushed over and grabbed Fang Zilan’s arm, asking, “Where is Mingyue now? Is she alright?” As if remembering something, he added, “Mingyue hurt me; she must have had her reasons. Please don’t make things difficult for her…”

"Wen Ran, she's not just trying to hurt you, she's trying to kill you." Fang Zilan was furious. If Wen Ran hadn't been so badly injured, she would have pushed him away.

“Mingyue wouldn’t kill me, she must have her reasons…” Wen Ran stubbornly tugged at Fang Zilan’s sleeve, taking a deep breath, “Have you ever considered that the person in the bridal sedan chair might not be Fu Mingyue at all?”

“Lan’er…” Zhen Mi’er looked reluctant, but Fang Zilan composed herself. “Sister Mi’er, thank you for your trouble.”

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand to hand the hairpin to Zhen Mi'er, but Xiao Xuan'er took it from her instead. "Miss, if you are unwilling, we will leave Miluo now..."

“Miss Xiao, you’re not that silly girl Mingxiang, what nonsense are you talking about?” Fang Zilan shook her head, helplessly saying, “Things have come to this, I have no choice but to marry. Otherwise, where will the Fang family stand? Where will the people of both countries stand?”

As she spoke, she turned to look at Xiao Xuan'er, "Ayu told me that the people of Miluo are restless."

“Yes.” Xiao Xuan’er nodded and said, “If it weren’t for Lord Zhuge leading an army of 100,000 to press on Lin City, this wedding might not have been able to proceed smoothly. According to our sisters’ investigation, the ruler of Miluo, Mu Churui, had no intention of marrying Princess Dejia.”

She deliberately lowered her voice and whispered in Fang Zilan's ear, "What Mu Churui wants is for Princess Dejia to be disgraced, so that he can have an excuse to raise an army to invade Dajing."

"So that's why he sent Prince Qi, Mu Chuji, to propose marriage?" Fang Zilan raised an eyebrow. Xiao Xuan'er replied, "That's right, but for some reason, Mu Chuji didn't harm Princess Dejia, especially since Dajing sent troops..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but Fang Zilan understood. "It seems that by a twist of fate, a disaster was averted."

“Lan’er, Miluo is not a blessed place, and the Zhongzheng Prince’s Mansion is in a precarious situation, which could collapse at any time.” Zhen Mi’er took the hairpin from Xiao Xuan’er’s hand. “Once you marry into it, it will be difficult to get out.”

"Get away?" Fang Zilan chuckled. "The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. When can I possibly get away?"

Zhen Mi'er and Xiao Xuan'er exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes. Once Fang Zilan made a decision, no one could ever change it, not in the past, and not now.

So they stopped trying to persuade her and instead completed the pre-wedding ceremony for Fang Zilan, watching helplessly as the wedding procession from the Prince Zhongzheng's residence led her away.

Miluo has many rules, and wedding ceremonies are even more elaborate. Although Fang Zilan had secretly hidden some food, she couldn't withstand the ordeal that had started the night before. So when she heard the master of ceremonies read the congratulatory speech, she felt dizzy and unsteady, and staggered.

However, no one around her was moved, and not a single person offered to help her. Fang Zilan sighed inwardly.

To end the long wedding ceremony, she pretended to faint and fell straight to the ground, causing everyone to gasp in surprise. They then hurriedly carried her into the bridal chamber.

As the surrounding noise subsided and the crowd dispersed, a cautious voice rang in Fang Zilan's ear, "Third Miss Fang?"