"Yes." Chu Bin said cautiously, and Fang Zilan said helplessly: "It's just suspicion. What are you doing looking like this?"
Chu Bin hesitated to speak, but Fang Zilan saw through his mind at a glance and said bluntly: "Also, what do you mean that the young master is carrying me behind his back? Even if he has raised hundreds of women, he has nothing to do with me."
"Lan Lan, you..." A look of disbelief flashed in Chu Bin's eyes. Fang Zilan held her chin in one hand and rubbed the hem of her clothes with the other, "From the moment I knew the truth, he and I have severed all ties."
Chu Bin sighed quietly, "Leave the young master aside, what about Cong Rong?"
Fang Zilan was silent. She suddenly remembered that when Ji Ningtian and Wu Qing got married, Cong Rong was not present when the class leader of the Qing Dynasty happily committed suicide on the stage. But when she came back, she was so frightened that she fainted before she could see anything clearly. In the past, her mood didn't seem quite right at the time, and because she was so flustered, no one had time to take a closer look.
Happy face...
When this name flashed through Fang Zilan's mind, she felt her heart aching. If Cong Rong was also Huan's daughter, then according to Huan Yan's last wish before her death, she would be free.
However, the word freedom is easier said than done. Who can truly break free from the shackles?
"Lan Lan, should we..." Chu Bin said, wiping his neck. There was no expression on Fang Zilan's face, "Cong Rong is indeed suspicious sometimes, but if there is no evidence, I don't want to touch her."
Don't want to? Chu Bin was stunned, "I would rather kill by mistake than let go. If Cong Rong is really the daughter of the Huan family of Gui Men, I'm afraid I will regret it too late."
Fang Zilan breathed a long sigh of relief and changed her voice: "Are you sure that the woman who committed suicide by poisoning was ordered by Murong Qing?"
Chu Bin pursed his lips and said yes.
"Have you reported it to Your Majesty?" Fang Zilan coughed a few times, Chu Bin poured a cup of tea and handed it to her hand, "Not yet."
"That's good." Fang Zilan took a sip of tea and calmed down, "I promised the loyal king Murong Xun that I would never let anything happen to Murong Qing easily."
"But..." Chu Bin seemed unwilling to accept it, "Are we just going to let Murong Qing go?"
"Of course not." Fang Zilan tapped on the wall, "The woman's body was wrapped in a straw mat and sent to Murong Qing's house."
Chu Bin's expression froze, "Lan Lan, I'm afraid this move will be difficult to conceal and will easily attract attention..."
"What I want is to attract attention." Fang Zilan snorted coldly, "Although I promised to protect Murong Qing's life, it is only this once. If he dares to take action next time, I will not show mercy."
"Are you going to warn Murong Qing?" Chu Bin frowned slightly, Fang Zilan nodded and said: "Yes, you first order someone to fetch the woman's body, prepare the carriage and horses, and I will arrive soon."
"Lan Lan, the wind and snow have not stopped outside, and you are recovering from a serious illness and are weak..." Before Chu Bin could finish his words, he was interrupted by Fang Zilan, "It's okay, just go out and take a few steps, so as not to lie down for a long time and damage your muscles and bones. They’re all soft.”
"I'll go with you." Chu Bin said, taking the cloak hanging on the side and putting it on Fang Zilan's shoulders.
"No need." Fang Zilan put down the tea cup and raised her hand to gather her cloak. "If you suspect Cong Rong, you might as well keep a close eye on her."
Chu Bin hesitated for a moment and finally compromised, "Okay, then I'll give it to you."
Fang Zilan looked at him quite amusedly, came close to him and teased: "I'm not a child anymore. I'm just going out. Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid that I will get lost?"
"I..." Chu Bin opened his mouth, his ears turning redder.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Fang Zilan shook her head helplessly, "You can give me away if you want, follow me if you want, it's up to you." After she said that, she walked out first, followed closely by Chu Bin. He followed quickly.
Unexpectedly, before the two of them took a few steps, they saw Cong Rong standing in the corridor from a distance, as if crying to Xiao Xuan'er.
The two of them stood calmly under the pillars, listening to Cong Rong sobbing and blaming herself: "Miss Xiao, it's all my fault. If I could have discovered Wu Jia's evil intentions in advance, Mr. Fang would not have suffered so much." Yes, it’s all my fault…”
"Miss Cong, your injury hasn't healed yet, so you really shouldn't be out in the wind." Xiao Xuan'er held her arm, "I'll take you back first. If you have any questions, I'll tell him directly after you recover. .”
Cong Rong cried even harder, "Wu Jia is right, I am just a dodder flower. I can do nothing but depend on others..."
Cuscuta flower? Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment when she heard this word, but she didn't think about it. When Xiao Xuan'er and Cong Rong drifted away, she and Chu Bin walked out.
However, she didn't notice that Cong Rong glanced in the direction of her as if inadvertently. There seemed to be thousands of thoughts in her eyes, and she still couldn't speak.
Even Fang Zilan didn't notice anything wrong with Cuscuta.
Cong Rong secretly sneered, it is true to be attached to others, but as time goes by, the life of the person being attached will be squeezed out, and the person will be entangled to death. This is the dodder flower.
It seems weak and useless, but in fact it is dangerous and unpredictable. Whether it's Fang Zilan or Ji Ningtian, one day, she will make them pay the price one by one.
Even if she is the only daughter of the Huan family from the previous dynasty, she should not be overshadowed and not mentioned. As long as she is still alive, her life will not be in vain. She will let their blood and tears be seen by the world.
Thinking of this, Cong Rong looked at the body that was wrapped in a straw mat and hurriedly carried out of the house, her eyes a little cold.
She would never lose her life in vain like Wu Jia. And Huanyan... He would risk everything for the so-called truth...
In the end, Fang Zilan still knew nothing, while Huanyan was just a ghost with no monument and no soul.
It's really not worth it.
"Miss Cong?" Xiao Xuan'er's voice brought Cong Rong back from her thoughts, and she responded timidly. Her face was full of tears, and she looked so pitiful that it was hard to bear to ask.
"That's..." Xiao Xuan'er followed Cong Rong's gaze and said softly: "Wu Jia will be sent out of the house today..."
"Miss Xiao, what did you say?" Cong Rong seemed not to hear clearly. Xiao Xuan'er lowered her eyes and said, "It's nothing." She calmed down and sent Cong Rong back to her room to rest.
When the people who were staring at Cong Rong saw this, they quickly reported to Chu Bin who was about to go out with Fang Zilan, and then disappeared into the darkness.
Fang Zilan looked at it but didn't say a word. She and Chu Bin had their own thoughts, and no one spoke on the way to Prince Zhongzheng's mansion.
"Master Fang, we're here." Hearing the sound, Fang Zilan got off the carriage and rushed in without waiting for the announcement from the gatekeeper of Prince Zhongzheng's Mansion.
The moment Murong Qing saw Fang Zilan, her face was full of disbelief, "How could you..."
"How can I still be alive?" Fang Zilan's lips curled up slightly and she said coolly: "Prince Zhongzheng, thanks to you, I am still alive. She is the one who died."
Before she could finish her words, Wu Jia's body was thrown to the ground with a bang, making Murong Qing unable to react for a long time.
