"Sister." Murong Qing turned around and called softly, causing Fang Zilan to stop involuntarily, but she still stood outside the ancestral hall with no intention of entering.
So Murong Qingqi spoke again: "Sister, please stay with me for a while, okay?"
For some reason, Fang Zilan always felt that there was unspeakable grievance in Murong Qing's voice, and her tiny cry sounded like she had just cried.
Seeing that Fang Zilan had no reaction, Murong Qing said cautiously: "Just for a moment, okay?"
Fang Zilan sighed and completely lost her temper. She often wonders, among Murong Qing's almost split personalities, which one is the real him?
"Which song is the prince singing?" Although Fang Zilan didn't have anything nice to say, she still walked in, pulled out a futon and sat next to Murong Qing.
Murong Qing knelt straight and looked at Fang Zilan at eye level: "Sister, have you seen my mother-in-law?"
Fang Zilan nodded, "I've seen it."
"My mother-in-law is in poor health, has difficulty in giving birth, and is not old enough. She is not the best candidate for a loyal princess." Murong Qing's expression was dark and unclear, "But my father likes me and I will not marry anyone who is not my mother-in-law."
Fang Zilan tilted her head slightly and said, "Your Majesty, the ancestral tablet is in front of you. Do you really want to say this to the prince and princess?"
Murong Qing ignored Fang Zilan's words and thought to himself: "I think it is the mother-in-law's temperament that is most compatible with my father. She is upright and strong. She is the person in this world who is most worthy of the word loyalty."
Fang Zilan said noncommittally: "An hour ago, the prince told me that he was too strong and easy to break, so why did he suddenly change his gender?"
"In this life, I will never be like my father, who sacrificed everything for the so-called loyalty." Murong Qing's voice was filled with gritted teeth, "I will protect the palace of Zhongzheng from now on."
Fang Zilan looked at the half-grown boy in front of her, and suddenly wanted to tell him, can you stop fighting so hard? Everyone in Prince Zhongzheng's palace only hopes for his well-being, nothing more...
But she found that she couldn't speak at all.
Some people's lives are destined to be fought for.
Just like a few years ago, when she first came to this world, if someone told her not to fight hard and just let others control her, she would never accept it. What position did she have to persuade Murong Qing to let go?
"But, I'm afraid..." Murong Qing's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "I'm afraid, it's too late."
Fang Zilan blurted out: "Why is it too late?"
"Mother, I can't stand it anymore." Murong Qing turned his back and covered his face with his sleeves, "I'm afraid that I won't even be able to see her for the last time."
"No." Fang Zilan stretched out her hand, but it stopped in mid-air. The more she was shaken, the more she had to remind herself not to be soft-hearted.
"The day after tomorrow... we have to set off, just in case..." Murong Qing choked and couldn't say a complete sentence.
Fang Zilan's hand finally fell on Murong Qing's shoulder, "Nothing will happen. Wait until next year, and I will go back to Miluo with you to visit the bride."
It's not that she doesn't leave any room, it's just that she doesn't want to be used as a swordsman anymore. Murong Qing's words were nothing more than an attempt to delay time. Although it was certain that he would be held hostage in Dajing, the nights were long and there were many dreams. Who knew what might happen if he was delayed for a few days?
If she couldn't resist Murong Qing's pleading and began to intercede, some people would inevitably think that her elbows were turned outward and she was devoted to her husband's family.
Regardless of what others think of her, Fang Ziqin, who is far away in the harem in the capital, is afraid that she will be subject to a wave of rumors. Even the Fang family who has left the capital may be accused of having ulterior motives.
People's mouths make gold, but accumulation destroys bones. She has seen this kind of thing too many times and will never let it happen to the Fang family.
But... Princess Zhongzheng, Chen, really looks like her time is running out. If it is as Murong Qing said...
Fang Zilan didn't dare to think about it anymore. Murong Qing turned around and grabbed her arm, "Sister, I'm really scared..."
He murmured and repeated these words, and Fang Zilan realized that his body temperature was much higher than usual, and he actually had a fever. I don’t know if it’s because of today’s twists and turns, or because I’m crying so hard…
"Sister..." Murong Qing burst into tears and held Fang Zilan's arm tightly. She didn't have to think about it, her body had already reacted first, "I'll take you back."
She couldn't help but drag Murong Qing up, walked to the door of the ancestral hall, called the attendants, and a group of people hurriedly sent him back to his room.
Only one maid was left to follow Fang Zilan, timidly saying: "Madam..."
Fang Zilan didn't react at all, and walked directly to the guest room in the house. Without waiting for the maid to catch up and say anything, she closed the door.
After Murong Xun and Mrs. Chen heard about it, they left Fang Zilan alone. As for Murong Qing, he was in a daze and was ill for two days. He was not awake until he set out to return to Dajing as hostage.
On the day of departure, Fang Zilan took Murong Qing to say goodbye to Murong Xun and Chen early in the morning. Murong Xun looked tired, as if he had not slept for a long time, and Chen was bedridden and had never even seen her.
Fang Zilan felt strange, but there were people outside the palace urging her, so she had no choice but to take the confused Murong Qing out of the palace.
Zhuge Yu was waiting in front of Prince Zhongzheng's carriage, and Fang Zilan saw him at a glance. She said that she had not seen him since that day when he escaped from the tiger's mouth.
If it's unintentional, it's more like intentional. However, what is supposed to come will eventually come, and none of them can avoid it.
"Mrs. Shizi." Zhuge Yu saluted. Fang Zilan handed Murong Qing to the attendant and returned the salute: "I wonder what the Lord Zhuge wants?"
"Nothing." Zhuge Yu was about to say something but stopped. Fang Zilan looked at him steadily, "Then what are you doing, Master Zhuge?"
Zhuge Yu hesitated for a moment, "Madam Shizi, do you know that King Yucheng..."
"Mrs. Crown Prince, you are now the bride of Miluo." The accompanying nun from the imperial palace walked over and stood between Fang Zilan and Zhuge Yu. "You must not have anything to do with the men next to you. Especially the men from Dajing. "
Fang Zilan's expression turned cold, "I'm talking to Lord Zhuge, how can you interrupt? If you don't understand the rules, go back to your mansion and learn from them."
"Mrs. Crown Prince, you..." Grandma's grandma glared angrily, and Fang Zilan glanced at her unceremoniously, "I can't tolerate sand in my eyes. If mama wants to follow me, she'd better keep her peace, otherwise..."
She paused deliberately, with a hint of horrifying murderous intent in her eyes. The grandma was so frightened that she took a step back. Zhuge Yu couldn't help but wanted to say something, but he heard Meng Tingyang's voice coming from far away, "Madam, it's almost time, it's time to set off."
"Okay." Fang Zilan straightened her sleeves, turned around and got on the carriage, leaving everyone looking at each other in confusion, and then dispersed.
