Mu Churui's expression was terrifyingly gloomy, "Aji, what did you say?"
"Brother, the Queen Mother's decree..." As soon as Mu Chuji opened his mouth, Mu Churui stopped him, "Aji, you actually used the Queen Mother to suppress me in order to be loyal to the palace. It's really good!"
Mu Chuji had a stern look on his face, "Brother Emperor, it's time to stop." After he said that, his eyes fell on Li Qianning, "Sister-in-law, you..."
Li Qianning's eyes were as red as a bunny, and she was about to cry as if she had been greatly wronged. She looked pitiful and pitiful.
Seeing this, Mu Churui blocked Mu Chuji's sight, dragged Li Qianning forcefully, and strode down the tower. Only Mu Chuji stood there blankly, and after a while, he shouted sharply: "You guys, why don't you get out of here quickly!"
The archers on the tower put away their bows and arrows. Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu below the tower breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did they realize that Fang Zilan, who had just blocked them in front of them, had disappeared.
Looking back, Fang Zilan seemed to have completely ignored the changes on the tower. She leaned over and stretched out her hand towards Murong Qing, "Your Majesty, can you still leave?"
Murong Qing took a deep look at Fang Zilan and handed her hand over, "Thank you."
Fang Zilan pulled Murong Qing up from the ground. He staggered a few steps, leaned into her ear and whispered softly: "This time, I owe you what I owe you, and I will pay you back sooner or later."
Fang Zilan's face was still calm, and she nodded and said "Okay".
Zhuge Yu looked at Fang Zilan steadily, and he finally had a guess at the subtle sense of dissonance he had felt since just now.
What Fang Zilan did seemed to be to anger Mu Churui, but in fact it was all about delaying time. In other words, she had known for a long time that there would be such an edict to break the situation.
Based on this, even if Fang Zilan was not the one who set up the trap, he had some contact with Mu Chuji...
Thinking of this, Zhuge Yu took a deep breath and forced himself not to think about it any more. He didn't want to doubt Fang Zilan, let alone doubt her after she married into Prince Zhongzheng's palace in Miluo.
However, he had to doubt.
He had followed her through the east, west, north and south of the capital, and he knew her abilities and methods better than anyone else. If she really became the knife in Murong Qing's hand, the consequences would be incalculable.
"Lord Zhuge?" Li Qiyou's voice brought Zhuge Yu back from his thoughts. He lowered his eyes and said, "Since Crown Prince Zhongzheng and his wife have returned home for the funeral, let's stay a few more days before we leave."
Li Qiyou pursed his lips, looking worried, and then said after a while: "That's fine."
Fang Zilan had a clear view of the two people's reactions, but remained calm. She just returned to Prince Zhongzheng's palace with Murong Qing.
The royal palace had not yet had time to hang the white silk ribbon, but there was an outcry of grief from top to bottom. Murong Qing plopped down on his knees in front of the mansion, kowtowed heavily, and did not get up for a long time.
Fang Zilan stood behind Murong Qing, feeling sour in her heart. Speaking of which, she had only met Princess Zhongzheng Chen in person.
At the reception banquet for the first time in Miluo, the wedding dress and dows secretly sent to him after being married, the wedding ceremony with Murong Qing, the plea on the day he entered the palace, and the time when he was orphaned after returning from the palace...
A few visits, in a hurry, but now that Chen has passed away, she has become a fragrant soul in the coffin.
Sure enough, life is unpredictable. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be nurtured but cannot be kissed. Murong Qing, a half-year-old boy, was left alone to face the evil people in the world.
Fang Zilan shook her head, feeling a bit ridiculous about her sudden idea. As a person who predicts destiny, Murong Qing has known the dangers of people's hearts since he was a child. Why does it take him until today to see clearly?
However, what Mu Churui did...
She looked at Murong Qing, who stood up slowly, and sighed inwardly. After today, he and Mu Churui were sworn enemies, destined to fight to the death.
"Your Majesty, please." The guard guarding the gate of the palace made way for Murong Qing, but blocked Fang Zilan from outside.
"The king has an order that Miss Fang San of Dajing is not allowed to enter to pay homage." The guard's voice was like a bell, and Fang Zilan burst into laughter, waiting here with Mu Churui, ready to vent his anger on her.
Murong Qing, who had already stepped into the palace, suddenly turned his head and said angrily: "What did you say?"
"The Lord of the Kingdom has ordered that the Crown Prince and Miss Fang San should not embarrass themselves..." Before the guard could finish speaking, he saw Fang Zilan take two steps forward, "Am I embarrassing you? I think it's you who is embarrassing me. Pretty much."
As she spoke, she casually pulled out the guard's knife and put it on his neck, causing him to panic involuntarily, "Miss Fang San, what are you..."
"Miss Fang San?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows and repeated the title playfully, then her expression turned cold, "It's true that I am Miss Fang San from Dajing, but I am also the wife of the Crown Prince of Miluo Zhongzheng Palace, so I am half I'm from the Murong clan. It's only natural that I go in to see off the princess. If any of you dare to stop me, you might as well give it a try."
The guard opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. When the stalemate reached a stalemate, a voice came from the house, "I have long heard that Miss Fang San is weak and cannot take care of herself. When I saw her today, she screamed and killed. How awesome is that? Seeing is worth hearing a hundred times.”
Murong Qing's expression became serious. Before he could say anything, Fang Zilan said: "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about me. Go ahead and say goodbye to the princess. Don't let her wait for too long."
Upon hearing this, Murong Qing clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves into fists, nodded slightly, and walked into the palace without looking back.
At the same time, the person who spoke also came out and met Murong Qing. Before he could salute, he heard him say in a cold voice: "Master Jiang, there is no need to be polite."
Lord Jiang? Fang Zilan was stunned. This surname was rare in the Miluo court, and it was even rarer to appear in Prince Zhongzheng's palace, except for the Jiang family where Jiang Hanze was...
"Miss Fang San." Mr. Jiang looked Fang Zilan up and down, his eyes were not polite.
Fang Zilan responded with a glare, and she was not polite when she spoke, "Why is Mr. Jiang here alone, where is your son? As the prince's beloved disciple..."
"You..." Mr. Jiang's expression suddenly changed, but Fang Zilan didn't give him a chance to speak at all, "I forgot that your son, Jiang Hanze, did not overestimate his own capabilities and was killed by me, the Duke of Xianyue."
She deliberately procrastinated to make Mr. Jiang angry, "Oh, I understand. Mr. Xian Yue has the same name as me. Mr. Jiang is venting his anger on me? What a pity..."
"Miss Fang San!" Mr. Jiang was furious, and Fang Zilan curled her lips, "It's a pity that even if Mr. Jiang vents his anger on me, the son cannot come back to life. And even if the son goes underground, he doesn't know that he will be killed by the Duke of Xian Yue. How many times will you kill?"
