Murong Qing stared at Fang Zilan who was very close, as if he wanted to imprint her face in his heart, "Sure enough, I didn't choose the wrong person."
He raised the corners of his lips, with a deep smile in his eyes, "Sister, no matter what you want to do, just go ahead and do it. I will be behind you and will never let you down."
Fang Zilan leaned forward slightly, casting a shadow over Murong Qing's head, "Murong Qing, I am the most vindictive person. Today, you took advantage of me as the person I love most. I will never trust you again in this life."
Murong Qing moved the wrist held by Fang Zilan, and closed the distance between the two of them, "Sister, it's okay if you don't believe me, as long as I believe in you."
Fang Zilan let go of her hand, but the next moment she was held by Murong Qing, "Sister, you don't have to rush to reject me, just in case you want to take advantage of me one day..."
"Prince, madam, princess..." The maid who came in a hurry to report interrupted Murong Qing's last words. However, when she saw the two people in the room, she stopped talking, lowered her head tremblingly, and stuttered. : "Slave, this slave didn't mean to..."
"What's wrong, Princess?" Fang Zilan stood up straight and looked at the maid who was shaking like a sieve of chaff, "Speak carefully."
"The princess woke up and ordered me to invite the madam over. She said she had something to say to the madam." The maid quickly explained her purpose. Fang Zilan nodded and said, "I understand, I will go with you."
After she said that, she didn't look at Murong Qing again and left with the maid without looking back.
When Princess Chen saw Fang Zilan's figure appearing in front of the door, she breathed a sigh of relief. Murong Xun held her shoulders with a worried look on his face, "Qing'er and Zilan have returned home, you don't have to worry anymore. .”
Mrs. Chen nodded and waved to Fang Zilan, "Zi Lan, good boy, come here."
Fang Zilan pursed her lips, hesitated a little, but still walked over, sat beside the bed, and held Chen's hand, "Princess."
"Thanks to you today." Chen's breath was unsteady, and he couldn't say a few words, so he had to pause for a while, "I heard that you were injured, and the high priest..."
Before she finished speaking, she coughed heavily. Murong Xun comforted her and comforted her in a gentle voice: "Zi Lan is now in good health in front of us. Just feel at ease. If you have anything to say..."
"If I don't say anything, I will have no chance in the future..." Ms. Chen looked anxious and her coughing became more severe. Murong Xun couldn't resist her, so he had to respond: "Okay, it's all up to you."
Fang Zilan's heart tightened. Looking at Chen's appearance and listening to her conversation with Murong Xun, I'm afraid she doesn't have many days left...
Mrs. Chen seemed to see what Fang Zilan was thinking, and patted her hand gently, "Zi Lan, while I can still hold on, I have something to say..."
"Princess, just say it." Fang Zilan held Chen's hand tightly, but saw her glance at Murong Xun. He was silent for a while, then stood up and walked out.
Fang Zilan looked back at the straight figure standing outside the screen, with mixed feelings in her heart. Mrs. Chen thought she had concerns and said softly: "Zi Lan, don't be afraid. The prince is actually a good person."
A good person? Fang Zilan didn't say anything, so Chen continued talking on her own, "The prince has told me that you stole the token and saved Qing'er. This is not something that an ordinary boudoir daughter can do."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, "Prince and Princess, do you doubt me?"
"I don't care who you are." Chen shook her head, "It's just that Qing'er... lives too hard..."
As she spoke, her eyes turned red and she coughed again. Fang Zilan calmed her down, "How you live is your own choice."
"I know, I know..." Mrs. Chen's lips moved and her voice weakened a little, "When the high priest divined and the destiny prophecy appeared, I was already pregnant..."
She paused for a moment, with tears in her eyes, "I originally hoped that if I gave birth to a girl, with the protection of Prince Zhongzheng, she would be able to live a peaceful life no matter what."
Fang Zilan bit her lip, as if she was out of control, and said word by word: "If we don't fight, where will we settle down? With the destiny prophecy, even a girl cannot escape death. Could it be that the princess thinks that the Miluo royal family is so kind and soft-hearted? generation?"
Mrs. Chen was stunned and stared at Fang Zilan for a long time. At the end, a smile appeared on her face, "That's great."
"What did the princess say?" Fang Zilan asked subconsciously, and Chen smiled happily, "With you by Qing'er's side, I don't have to worry. At least, you understand him."
"I..." Fang Zilan opened her mouth. Before she could argue, she heard Chen say: "Zilan, you know his helplessness and ambition. You don't regard him as a sick and weak child and show all kinds of pity to him. Nor do you treat him because of the prophecy of destiny. Serve him like a god and be obedient. In your eyes, he is just Murong Qing, that's enough."
"Princess..." Fang Zilan frowned, Chen held her hand tightly, "Zilan, listen to me, Qing'er... is a bit extreme, but I can see that he has feelings for you. Sincerely. From now on, if I am no longer here, please..."
Fang Zilan lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at Chen. She knew that she was asking for help, but this request was too heavy, and she did not dare to accept it, and she could not afford it.
"Please, stay with Qing'er and take care of him..." Chen said every word reluctantly. Fang Zilan couldn't bear it, but her mind was very clear - no matter what it was, she could never agree to it.
"I'm sorry, I can't promise the princess." Fang Zilan suddenly pulled out his hand, Chen's pupils opened slightly, "Zilan, you..."
"In that case, there is no need to force it." Murong Xun's voice suddenly sounded, and Fang Zilan stood up and bowed, "If you have no other instructions, Your Majesty, I will leave now."
After she finished speaking, she held the palace token in her palm and handed it to Murong Xun.
Murong Xun did not take it, but said meaningfully: "Yu Chan is a believer, do you want to break your promise?"
Fang Zilan's expression was stern, and then she realized that she was Miluo's God of War after all, and it would not be surprising for people who had fought against her to recognize her.
"Does the prince want to break the promise?" Fang Zilan heard her voice, calm and calm, but with hidden waves.
"I promise you, I will keep it forever." Murong Xun said with great certainty. Fang Zilan solemnly nodded and said, "Your Majesty is like this, and so am I."
As if a stone had fallen to the ground, Murong Xun breathed a long sigh of relief and took the palace token from Fang Zilan, "Thank you very much."
Fang Zilan didn't stay any longer and left. She didn't want to go back to her room or see Murong Qing, so she simply walked towards the back garden alone.
The sky is getting dark, and only the ancestral hall is lit. As she passed by, she saw a small figure inside from a distance, kneeling in front of the hall full of spiritual tablets. In the dim light of candles, she looked even more lonely and lonely.
