"Murong Qing..." As soon as the high priest opened his mouth, he fell silent, showing his obvious lack of confidence.
In fact, even if Fang Zilan didn't say it, she knew very well that Murong Qing was unreliable. At a young age, he is already as cruel and ruthless as Mu Churui. If he becomes the Lord of Miluo Kingdom in the future, he will probably be even worse.
But as a canary, her only bargaining chip is only enough for one bet. If the bet is wrong, the entire Yin Yang family will be destroyed.
Fang Zilan didn't speak, as if she was waiting for the next step, but she couldn't wait for a long time.
Just when she thought there was nothing more to say, she heard the voice of the high priest, trembling slightly, but extremely determined——
"There is no turning back. Since I have chosen Murong Qing, I will not regret it. However, he killed Zhiwei's life and destroyed the Tao family. I will settle this account with him one day."
"The high priest is really..." Fang Zilan curled her lips, shook her head and said, "She is very confident."
"I'm not confident, I just kept my trump card." The high priest looked calmly, "Fang Zilan, I will protect your life, and you will protect the safety of the Yin and Yang family, how about that?"
Fang Zilan laughed dumbly, "Why does the high priest think that I will be willing to protect the safety of the Yin and Yang family?"
"You are now the wife of Miluo Zhongzheng Prince Murong Qing." The high priest said quietly: "Murong Qing has a prophecy of destiny, so the Miluo royal family is quite afraid of him. But if the Yin and Yang family is destroyed, who in the world will believe it? Prophecy of destiny? His few values will be gone with him. You will only die."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan chuckled, "Did the high priest impress Murong Qing with these words?"
The high priest looked stern, but heard Fang Zilan mutter in a low voice, "He is a child after all, he is really easy to deceive."
"You..." The high priest pursed his lips tightly, Fang Zilan suppressed a smile and said seriously: "I never think that the value of a person is based on the so-called prophecy of destiny. If so, people who do not have the prophecy of destiny, Don’t all the millions of people in the world deserve to live?”
She paused, her expression a little colder, "The high priest's prediction of destiny may be true. But it is nothing more than a cover to push Murong Qing to a place of eternal damnation and suffer undue pain. Since So, if he wants to resist, what's wrong with him?"
The high priest was stunned and said in disbelief: "What did you say?"
"Whether it's destiny or fate, if you don't fight for it and just accept it, what's the point?" Fang Zilan snorted coldly, "If the Yin Yang family is destroyed and Murong Qing gives up, then I will look down on him."
"You and Murong Qing..." The high priest seemed to be muttering to himself, "We are actually traveling together..."
"What did the high priest say?" Fang Zilan frowned. The high priest remained silent, but he remembered the look back under the palace wall that year.
The thin figure of half a person's height staggered and fell again and again, but stubbornly refused to allow anyone to come forward to help her. It was at that moment that she had her thoughts and the idea of taking advantage of him.
In the Yin Yang Pavilion at that time, Murong Qing had a stern face. After listening to her words, he agreed without any hesitation——
In the future, he will be the lord of the world, the Yin and Yang family will be the state religion, and the high priest will be the state teacher. It cannot be changed for generations to come.
He even made a vow with his own blood for her peace of mind, but at the end he said something shocking, "The high priest can take care of himself. It would be a pity if the Yin Yang family was destroyed before I fulfilled my promise."
At such a young age, he can hardly conceal his ambition. For some reason, she panicked at that moment and felt regret for no reason.
At this moment, the panic in her heart was no less than before, even worse.
Murong Qing and Fang Zilan, if these two people reach an agreement, the world will belong to them in the future.
There was no need for destiny prophecy or oracle guidance, this idea was shouting crazily in her heart, causing her hand holding the dagger to loosen involuntarily.
With a "clang", the dagger fell to the ground, and the high priest slowly said: "I don't care whether you want it or not, this is a deal."
Fang Zilan let go of the high priest's hand and said casually: "The high priest is not afraid. You saved me, but I bit you back?"
"Fang Zilan, even I can't completely control the poison in your body." The high priest lowered his eyes and said: "But if I do nothing today and let you leave the Yin Yang Pavilion, I can guarantee that you will He won’t survive more than three months.”
Fang Zilan smiled, "Is the high priest trying to intimidate me?"
"Whether I am being alarmist or not, you should know better than anyone else." The high priest's expression was calm and calm, as if he was saying the most ordinary thing, "Things will inevitably turn against each other, and the poison in your body will help you as much as you can." How much it will ruin you. Your leg injury has been lingering for a long time and it is still not healed. Have you never had any doubts? "
Fang Zilan's smile froze on her face. Although it only lasted for a moment, the high priest still saw it and added, "If Madam Prince doesn't believe it, she can leave now. I will never stop her."
She changed her title and quietly distanced herself from the two of them. Fang Zilan understood in her heart, "In that case, I agree to the high priest. However, I have to add a condition."
*
When Fang Zilan walked out of Yin Yang Pavilion, Prince Zhongzheng's carriage was already waiting at the door. Meng Tingyang, who was pacing back and forth, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her and hurriedly greeted her, "Mrs. Crown Prince."
"Thank you, General Meng, I have nothing to do." Fang Zilan avoided it without leaving a trace, and the next moment, she saw a hand stretched out in front of her eyes.
The palms are white and slender, with distinct veins, spread out brightly, like a silent invitation, more like waiting for something.
Fang Zilan looked steadily at the owner of the hand. He was not as tall as her, and his delicate face was pale and haggard. There was no hint of impatience in his clear eyes, but only confirmation.
Seeing that Fang Zilan had no reaction and was still standing there, Yue Nu, who sent her out, couldn't help but ask, "If the prince doesn't recuperate in the palace, what are you doing?"
"Miss Lao Yuenu, I'm thinking of you." Murong Qing still kept his hand out, motionless, "I'm here to take Madam back home."
He spoke very familiarly and naturally, not like a couple who just got married yesterday, but like a loving couple who have been together for many years.
Fang Zilan bit her lip, then turned to Meng Tingyang and ordered: "The prince is weak and cannot bear the wind. Please ask General Meng to send him to the carriage first. I have something else to say to Miss Yuenu."
Meng Tingyang looked embarrassed. Before he could say anything, Murong Qing said: "Sister, you don't want to come with me?"
What he said not only turned a deaf ear to the other people present, as if Fang Zilan was the only one in his heart and eyes, but also revealed unspeakable grievances and resentments, as if he had been abandoned by Fang Zilan.
