Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1973 Hidden Needle
Fang Lihui entered the room, bowed to the two men, and then sat down in front of them with an unpretentious and unrestrained manner. "I apologize for disturbing Lord Fang's peace and quiet."

“Young Master Fang, there’s no need for such formalities. Please speak frankly.” Fang Zilan looked at Fang Lihui calmly, and he nodded and said, “Then I’ll get straight to the point. Miss Sassan will be setting off for Persia soon, and my cousin and I will also be returning to the capital. That’s why I came to inform you in advance, Lord Fang.”

Fang Zilan's face remained as indifferent as ever, but a chill ran through her heart. "How did Young Master Fang know that Warners was going back to Persia?"

“I just had tea with Miss Sassan, and she told me herself.” Fang Lihui’s lips curled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Fang Zilan tapped the table lightly with her fingers, her expression uncertain. "What a pity. It seems we were destined to be apart."

She stared intently at Fang Lihui and said in a deep voice, "Is this result satisfactory, Young Master Fang?"

"The year Murong Qing was born, the priest of Miluo was divining. What did the priest say back then..." Zhen Zhu suddenly stopped thinking and couldn't remember the words. She could only wave her hand and say, "I forgot the original words of the divination, but the general meaning was that a calamity star was about to be born among the Miluo nobles. This person would not only massacre the Miluo royal family, but also reshape the world."

"It's so vague, who knows if it's Murong Qing?" Fang Zilan obviously didn't believe it, but Zhen Zhu's expression became a little serious. "It just so happens that in that year, there were nine newborns among the nobles of Miluo, and all of them died except for Murong Qing. So the prophecy naturally fell on Murong Qing's head."

"I don't think it's a coincidence." Fang Zilan sneered. "Since the late Emperor of Miluo dared to poison Murong Qing, why wouldn't he dare to poison other noble children?"

"Well, Qianjinfang investigated for someone's sake, and only two deaths are confirmed not to be natural. There's no evidence for the others, so Qianjinfang can't speculate," Zhenzhu shrugged. "But this is the prophecy of the Miluo priest, who dares to underestimate it?"

"The priests of Miluo?" Fang Zilan said noncommittally, "A hundred years ago, when the Yin-Yang School still existed, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that a priest's prophecy in Miluo was a divine decree. But in the great war a hundred years ago, the Yin-Yang School was completely wiped out, and even the last high priest of the empire died for his cause. What priest's prophecy is there in the world now? It's just a trick used by the Miluo royal family to manipulate the people."

“Sister Xiu, you’re wrong.” Zhen Zhu bit her lip, her eyes filled with awe. “The last high priest of the empire, who was also the most powerful diviner of the Yin-Yang School in later legends, left behind a daughter.”

A look of shock flashed across Fang Zilan's face. Zhen Zhu slowly said, "Qianjinfang only learned of this information by accident. This woman was originally hidden in Yancheng Manor. Later, she was secretly invited into the palace by the Miluo Emperor and became the Miluo Priest. The current Miluo Priest is her descendant."

"Then how credible do you think the Miluo priests' prophecies are?" Fang Zilan's eyes were deep. Zhen Zhu didn't dare to look into her eyes and lowered her head to say, "Although the outside world says that the Miluo priests are getting worse with each generation, and the priests' prophecies have changed from once every ten years to once every thirty years, and there may be some deviations, none of them have come true."

Fang Zilan chuckled softly, "Every single one of these prophecies has come true? I can believe the claim that Murong Qing will massacre the Miluo royal family, but to reshape the world? I don't believe it. The world is vast, not just Miluo. What does this mean for my Great Jing? And what about the Western Regions and the Northern Barbarians?" "I don't know about that," Zhen Zhu said thoughtfully, resting her chin on her hand. "Let me think... Sister Mi'er told me before that the last priest prophesied that Miluo would be defeated within thirty years if it went to war. Since the prophecy, Miluo has been defeated by Baiyue and Great Jing. Even the internal wars among neighboring tribes were only prevented from spreading to their own territory because Great Jing had to mediate."

Fang Zilan asked curiously, "Since the priest's prophecy was so accurate, why did the people of Miluo not heed the advice and instead launch a major attack?"

“Brother Wan said there are always young people who are not afraid of death and want to see how high the sky is and how thick the earth is.” Zhen Zhu stretched and yawned. “That’s called not turning back until you hit a wall and not shedding tears until you see the coffin.”

Fang Zilan smiled and said with feigned regret, "It's a pity that the priest's prophecy this time didn't say that Miluo's army would definitely be defeated, otherwise I would have had a great opportunity to make a big deal out of it."

“How could there be no opportunity?” Zhen Zhu stood up, put her hands behind her back, and said with her head held high and a serious tone, “The people of Miluo are fighting fiercely among themselves, yet they still have the mind to send troops to invade. Aren’t they afraid of squandering all the wealth they have painstakingly accumulated?”

Fang Zilan coughed and said seriously, "Brother Wan doesn't speak with his hands behind his back."

Zhen Zhu quickly placed her hands in front of her and deliberately lowered her voice, "If anything happens to Mu Chuji in this battle, will the new emperor of Miluo, Mu Churui, let Murong Xun go? If someone uses the priest's prophecy to stir up trouble again, will the Miluo royal family allow Chen Shi and Murong Qing to become a threat? When people are pushed to the limit, what won't they do?"

"Brother Wan, do you mean to kill Mu Chuji, force Murong Xun to rebel, let the people of Miluo fight amongst themselves, and let Dajing reap the benefits?" Fang Zilan thought for a moment and said, "Killing Mu Chuji is something I can do, but forcing Murong Xun to rebel..."

She didn't continue, but Zhenzhu proudly interjected, "Our Qianjinfang can do that. Spreading rumors and bewitching people, we at Qianjinfang are experts. Don't worry, Sister Xiu, Sister Mi'er has already made arrangements. It's estimated that in a few days, the news that the priest's prophecy points to Murong Qing's bloody massacre of the Miluo royal family and the re-establishment of the world will spread throughout Miluo."

“That’s not enough.” Fang Zilan’s expression was inscrutable. “If Chen Shi and Murong Qing really die, do you think Murong Xun will still rebel? All the people he cares about are no longer in this world. Even if he kills everyone in the world, he can’t bring them back. At this time, unless he is blinded by hatred, he will not rebel.”

Zhen Zhu asked in confusion, "How could it not be enough? If it were me, I would only be thinking about revenge."

“Ordinary people might think so, but Murong Xun is the loyal and upright King of Miluo, a gentleman who would rather change his name and watch his disciples die than betray his country for the sake of loyalty. It’s unlikely that he would rebel over his wife’s death.” Fang Zilan twirled the teacup, a crack on the rim of which was particularly noticeable. She held the crack up to the light, as if talking to herself, “Mu Churui’s suspicion of Murong Xun is just like this crack.”

“Just a touch from someone.” She moved her fingers, and the teacup shattered without any force. “Tell me, if Mu Chu Rui finds out that Murong Xun killed Mu Chu Ji, what will he think?”