Awan's expression froze, and she stamped her feet angrily, "Could it be that..."
She didn't continue, but Zhuge Yu understood clearly in his mind, was Mo Han going to lose his life in vain and still be named Xu Yi? In order to whitewash peace, what is the reason for not being able to be yourself until death?
But if the truth is made public, how much trouble will it cause? Zhuge Yu didn't dare to think...
"Mo Han..." Fang Zilan's eyelids moved, as if she was about to wake up.
A flash of panic flashed in Awan's eyes, and she looked at Zhuge Yu as if asking for help, but saw his pupils jump suddenly, "Sister Lan?"
When he called out this title, Awan felt a little calmer in his heart. Since he already knew Fang Zilan's true identity, he had to bear the consequences of this bad news with her.
As if aware of what A Wan was thinking, Zhuge Yu's eyes turned to her. She coughed twice unnaturally and looked at each other in confusion. After waiting for a while, Fang Zilan still didn't wake up.
"Um..." Awan finally remembered her duty as a medical woman and said to Zhuge Yu: "Master Zhuge, please give way so that I can take Miss Fang San's pulse."
Zhuge Yu quickly took out his hand and stood up, and Awan sat beside the bed. Unexpectedly, before her hand could touch Fang Zilan's pulse, she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes extremely empty.
"Are you awake?" Awan's hand stopped in mid-air and he had no time to retract it. The next moment, he was tightly grasped by Fang Zilan, and he sat up. "Where is Mohan? I just saw him..."
She suddenly stopped mid-sentence, tears bursting from her eyes, and she choked with sobs for a while before asking again, "Where is Mohan?"
"Miss Fang San, please be patient." Zhuge Yu couldn't help but spoke, but he hesitated, "Master Mo Han..."
"I'm going to find Mo Han." Fang Zilan lifted the brocade quilt covering her body and was about to get off the bed when she felt a heartbreaking pain in her legs. She couldn't use any strength and fell back onto the bed. .
"You hurt your leg, it's better not to move around." Awan tried to hold Fang Zilan's shoulders, but she pushed him away, "I want to go find Mo Han."
She seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. She repeated it over and over again almost stubbornly, as if she could only say this sentence. Awan was frightened by her expression and silently stepped aside.
Zhuge Yu stood up and stood in front of Fang Zilan, who was dragging his injured leg to move, "Sister Lan, Mo Han is dead."
Telling the truth was not as difficult as imagined, but for some reason, after Zhuge Yu finished saying this, he felt more and more stuffy in his chest, as if he was drowning, so suffocated that he could hardly breathe.
Fang Zilan staggered back two steps, her injured leg hit the edge of the bed, and before she could cry out in pain, she fell onto the bed.
"I want to take Mo Han home." Fang Zilan gritted her teeth and climbed up from the bed. Zhuge Yu walked up to her, looked down at her and said: "Sister Lan, the situation is still unclear, you can't..."
"If I can't bring Mo Han back..." Fang Zilan stared at Zhuge Yu angrily and said sternly: "Then he will be buried in the Xu family's ancestral grave in the name of Xu Yi?"
Zhuge Yu was stunned. He knew that what Fang Zilan said was very likely to come true, but he still argued weakly: "If the matter ends here, it will just be that Xu Yi was murdered by a traitor. Otherwise, the New Year's social drama will be wrong. , in an attempt to disrupt the great capital of Zuo..."
"What are those things?" Fang Zilan interrupted Zhuge Yu's words with contempt, and said in a deep voice: "Master Zhuge, don't you really think that a New Year's social drama can protect the longevity of the capital? What if that's the case? , everyone wears costumes and masks, dances, and plays, so why should civil servants work so hard and generals fight bloody battles?"
Every word she said was so serious that it sounded like a slap in Zhuge Yu's ears, and in the ears of those outside the door, it felt like indescribable guilt.
Li Shengxuan stood alone outside the door, his face looking as depressed as ever. Mo Han's death was clearly not his fault, but he felt inexplicably guilty.
He immediately sent people to investigate why the props used in the New Year's social opera were replaced with real arrows, but nothing was found. Several heads of the Ministry of Etiquette who were in charge of the props had already committed suicide out of fear before his people went there.
Wang Quanrui wrote an apology letter overnight and sent it to the palace. It should have been on the desk in the imperial study room by now, but he had no desire to read it. After the storm subsided, he went straight to Fengyi Palace.
Just because he knew that the man in red who fell off the stage was not Xu Yi, but Fang Zilan's cousin Mo Han. Also, Fang Zilan jumped from the tower in desperation and injured her leg.
However, he did not dare to tell Fang Zilan that this was an unsolved case that was extremely difficult to verify, so he had no reason to go in to visit her and only dared to stand outside and take a sneak peek.
"If I can't bring Mo Han back..." Fang Zilan stared at Zhuge Yu angrily and said sternly: "Then he will be buried in the Xu family's ancestral grave in the name of Xu Yi?"
Zhuge Yu was stunned. He knew that what Fang Zilan said was very likely to come true, but he still argued weakly: "If the matter ends here, it will just be that Xu Yi was murdered by a traitor. Otherwise, the New Year's social drama will be wrong. , in an attempt to disrupt the great capital of Zuo..."
"What are those things?" Fang Zilan interrupted Zhuge Yu's words with contempt, and said in a deep voice: "Master Zhuge, don't you really think that a New Year's social drama can protect the longevity of the capital? What if that's the case? , everyone wears costumes and masks, dances, and plays, so why should civil servants work so hard and generals fight bloody battles?"
Every word she said was so serious that it sounded like a slap in Zhuge Yu's ears, and in the ears of those outside the door, it felt like indescribable guilt.
Li Shengxuan stood alone outside the door, his face looking as depressed as ever. Mo Han's death was clearly not his fault, but he felt inexplicably guilty.
He immediately sent people to investigate why the props used in the New Year's social opera were replaced with real arrows, but nothing was found. Several heads of the Ministry of Etiquette who were in charge of the props had already committed suicide out of fear before his people went there.
Wang Quanrui wrote an apology letter overnight and sent it to the palace. It should have been on the desk in the imperial study room by now, but he had no desire to read it. After the storm subsided, he went straight to Fengyi Palace.
Just because he knew that the man in red who fell off the stage was not Xu Yi, but Fang Zilan's cousin Mo Han. Also, Fang Zilan jumped from the tower in desperation and injured her leg.
However, he did not dare to tell Fang Zilan that this was an unsolved case that was extremely difficult to verify, so he had no reason to go in to visit her and only dared to stand outside and take a sneak peek. Wang Quanrui wrote an apology letter overnight and sent it to the palace. It should be on the desk in the imperial study at this time.
