King Chakravartin pursed his lips and whispered, "Before you took on that mission, you went to Miluo."
Fang Zilan was stunned and asked subconsciously: "What should I do in Miluo?"
"I don't know." King Chakravartin's voice was very soft, "I only know that you were in pain at the time, and you said you were going to Miluo to find a solution."
"Didn't I go to Jiangnan..." Fang Zilan couldn't react. She remembered that she had told Zhen Mi'er that before the mission, she would confront the Ten Palaces of Hell about the annihilation of the Hidden Sword Villa and Wanhua Villa.
"You received the plum branch sent to you by the young master in Jiangnan, and hurried back to the capital." King Chakravartin recalled: "I was outside at the time, and I rushed back after hearing about it, but it was still a step too late. "
He paused and sighed: "You had already left when I came back. Later, someone inside the door said that I had seen you in the Southern Territory, so I rushed to the Southern Territory and saw you in Qiluo City. You said you wanted to go Miluo, if I asked you what you were going to do, you wouldn’t tell me, and you wouldn’t let me follow you.”
Fang Zilan was silent for a while, then said: "What happened next?"
"I saw that you were in a bad state, and I didn't dare to push you too hard, so I came back to find Mr. Wen." King Chakravartin lowered his eyes and said, "Mr. Wen immediately panicked after hearing this. But at that time, he had just entered Tai Hospital not long ago. The affairs of the day were complicated and I had no time to do anything, so I asked me to let Awan take a look at you no matter what, at least to save your life."
"Save my life?" Fang Zilan repeated blankly, with a vague idea in her mind - when she went to Miluo before, she should have gone to see the high priest of Miluo.
What is the purpose? Remove the poison? No, if you want to get rid of the poison, you don't need to see the high priest Miluo, just ask Wen Ya.
Speaking of which, in ancient times, Fang Zilan did her last task after returning from Miluo, and she was replaced under the skin.
Could it be said that in ancient times, Fang Zilan was not asking about removing the poison, but about changing lives?
She was suddenly startled. It turned out that when she first arrived in this place, there was a voice that told her everything, but that voice never appeared again.
Could it be that her time travel was not an accident, but a long-planned plan by Fang Zilan in ancient times?
But what happened? Why did Fang Zilan in ancient times have to find someone else to live for her?
"Lan Lan?" King Chakravartin held Fang Zilan's shoulders, "Stay calm and don't think too much. Your illness is not fully cured yet, so you really shouldn't worry too much."
"I..." Fang Zilan felt cold all over. She thought that after being a chess piece for so long, even though she couldn't do it without going against her true intentions, at least her life was still in her hands and she could have the final say.
But now someone told her that maybe even her life was just a pre-planned link in the game. She who traveled through time was originally the pawn of the original owner...
She shook off Chakravartin's hand and stumbled forward. Chakravartin quickly followed, wanting to say something but not knowing how.
After the two walked some distance away, Fang Zilan stumbled and fell to the ground. Chakravartin wanted to help her, but she stopped him, "I'm fine."
The cold snow water beneath him soaked his clothes, sending him a chill. Fang Zilan suddenly felt a little more awake. No matter what, she was the one alive now. This was an indisputable fact.
Since everyone wants her to be a chess piece, she should do it for them. Even though she is a chess piece, she is unique and irreplaceable, the most powerful one.
She stood up with her hands on the ground and breathed a long sigh of relief, "I understand, thank you."
"You..." Chakravartin King looked at the person in front of him steadily until her figure disappeared from sight, and his expression became more complicated.
I don't know since when, he can no longer see through the people he grew up with.
*
After New Year's Eve, Fang Zilan stayed at the house for a few days, and on the fourth day of the lunar month, she was invited to the Zhuge family's banquet.
When Zhuge Yu first came to the official department, he was very popular, so there were many old and new faces at the table, and almost all civil and military officials in the court were here. Fang Zilan didn't say a few words to him before he was called away.
"Happy New Year, Mr. Fang." Zhuge Ming bowed his hands and said, "A Yu has been a little busy recently. I hope Mr. Fang won't be surprised."
"Happy New Year, Mr. Zhuge." Fang Zilan smiled slightly, "I came here today just to see A Yu, to say hello to Mr. Zhuge, and then go back."
Seeing her haggard face, Zhuge Ming said clearly in his mind: "Master Fang has just recovered from a serious illness, so it is indeed not advisable to work too hard. It's just that my grandfather is not in good health, and today I specifically asked no one to come to pay my respects and disturb him."
"In that case, Master Zhuge, please go and do your own business." Fang Zilan said lightly: "I will have a few cups of tea at my house and leave later."
"Okay." Zhuge Ming nodded and said, "Master Fang, please help yourself."
After watching Zhuge Ming leave, Fang Zilan greeted everyone who came to greet them one by one, drank less than half a cup of tea, and then left.
After she returned home, she saw Awan, Shangguanmin and Cong Rong gathered together, discussing what kind of pastries to use for tomorrow's banquet.
"Haven't the pastries been ordered a long time ago?" Fang Zilan walked to the two of them, "To match the tea and wine, I ordered five items. Isn't that enough?"
"The chef who made one of the pastries is sick." Awan frowned, "The presentation doesn't look good without one of the pastries, so I had to choose again."
"Miss Xiao and Mr. Mo have said different things, but the workmanship is too complicated, and even the chefs in our house can't do it." Cong Rong said worriedly: "Mr. Shangguan went out with Miss Xiao to hire a pastry chef, and Mr. Mo is in the kitchen. Discuss with the chef at our house. Awan and I can't help much, so we can only try here to see if we can find a suitable pastry substitute."
Fang Zilan looked at the row of dishes on the table and said in surprise: "So many of them are not suitable?"
Cong Rong nodded, and Awan said with a bitter look on her face, "I still feel like there's something missing."
"Just tell Mo Han and Miss Xiao, that's it." Fang Zilan put her hand on her forehead, "It's just a banquet, there's no need to work so hard."
"I know." Awan said, taking her hand and feeling her pulse, "In this situation, you should go and rest. You will have to sit in the hall for most of the day tomorrow and won't be able to rest for a moment."
"Yes." Fang Zilan turned around and went back to the house. After taking the medicine, she went to bed early.
She woke up very early the next day. After watching Shangguan Min's morning class as usual, she went back to her room to rest for a while, changed her clothes, and then went directly to the front hall.
The maids and servants in the pavilion came and went, wiping the table and utensils again and again. Fang Zilan was a little dizzy, but she couldn't stop. Fortunately, the banquet started early, and soon the kitchen began to pass out the dishes, and the guests arrived one after another.
Almost everyone who received the invitation arrived, and people from all the houses were present. In addition to the adults meeting in official circles, many women and children also arrived.
The male and female guests sat at separate tables, and the whole house pointed at Fang Zilan's facade. She had to greet her at both sides of the table. It would be bad if she neglected either side, so she had to run to both sides.
