Fang Zilan was stunned. Li Qianning pushed her away and straightened her sleeves. "Before my brother took over the power, nothing your Majesty said counted. I won't believe a word."
She said, her expression a little sharper, "However, since Mrs. Shizi takes the initiative to show her kindness, it is not impossible for me to accept your affection. Tell me, what do you want?"
Fang Zilan looked at the person in front of her steadily, and after a while she said, "The prince and I can't stay in the country for more than two days. From now on, I will be loyal to the palace and please take more care of the queen."
"I thought Madam Prince wanted something." Li Qianning said quietly: "Even if you don't say anything about it, I will do it."
"I know." Fang Zilan nodded, "In order to take advantage of His Highness King Qi, the Queen will also do it. However, it is easy for a while, but not easy for a lifetime."
Li Qianning was slightly startled for a moment, "Mrs. Prince, do you want me to look after Prince Zhongzheng for the rest of my life?"
"Of course not." Fang Zilan shook her head and said, "I only want the Queen to remember what she said today. Otherwise, the day the Queen breaks her promise and becomes fat, that will be the day His Highness King Qi knows the truth."
Li Qianning's expression suddenly changed, "Fang Zilan, how dare you threaten me?"
"There is nothing in this world that I dare not do." Fang Zilan said and left swaggeringly.
Li Qianning looked at her back and felt that she was very strange, not at all like the frail Miss Fang San. But it's also inexplicably familiar, like... the Duke of Xianyue who once said everything...
As soon as this thought came up, she suppressed it. The Duke of Xian Yue, Zi Lan, had died a long time ago. The sick man in front of him, who had been seen by many imperial doctors and had only a few days to live, could be the same person.
Maybe he was so arrogant and rebellious because he knew he didn't have much time left. Forget it, a dying person, what's there to care about?
Thinking of this, Li Qianning breathed a long sigh of relief and walked back to the mourning hall.
Queen Mother Lin had finished offering incense and didn't know what to say to Murong Xun. Even though Li Qianning didn't listen, she knew she was just saying a few soft words for Mu Churui.
On the side, Mu Chuji lowered his attitude and chatted with Murong Qing, but the other party ignored him and looked very cold.
Fang Zilan, on the other hand, had also come over at some point. At this moment, she was pretending to be an obedient daughter-in-law with a low eyebrow.
Li Qianning became more and more bored. She accidentally bumped into the maid who came to deliver cakes to the mourning hall and knocked the dishes out of her hands.
Hearing the sound, everyone in the hall looked over. Li Qianning pursed her lips and apologized softly. But as a result, Lin and Mu Chuji couldn't stay much longer, so they quickly said goodbye and left.
Fang Zilan knelt on the ground and looked at Murong Qing. His face was unnaturally red, and he obviously had a fever again.
"Qing'er, you go and have a rest. I will keep watch tonight." Murong Xun held Murong Qing's shoulders, but heard him stubbornly say: "I want to keep watch for my mother and concubine, father..."
"Your Majesty, do what you can." Fang Zilan interrupted Murong Qing abruptly, "Tonight, I will keep vigil for the princess."
Murong Qing's expression froze, "You..."
"We are both juniors, why can't the Crown Prince guard me while I can't?" Fang Zilan looked serious, "Does the Crown Prince also think that I am not a loyal person to the palace?"
"That's not what I meant..." Murong Qing denied, his whole body shaking with fever.
"As long as I'm here, nothing will happen." Fang Zilan stood up and said with a salute, "Your Majesty, please send the prince back to his room."
Murong Xun was silent for a long time, and finally nodded, picked up Murong Qing, and walked out of the mourning hall.
Fang Zilan's legs were numb from kneeling, so she pulled up the futon and sat down. Fortunately, all the pretentious adults had been dismissed by Murong Xun and Murong Qing and his son. It was getting late, and few people came to express their condolences, so no one said that she had no rules.
However, after struggling for a day and not getting enough water or rice, Fang Zilan's belly was also pounding at this time. However, she was not allowed to eat for the first three days of mourning. She even wanted someone to bring her some food, but no one dared to respond. .
So she simply took advantage of the darkness to go to the kitchen and get some food and drink. When they returned to the mourning hall, they saw two more people outside the hall. The servants and maids stopped in front of them, all looking embarrassed.
"What's wrong?" Fang Zilan walked over carrying the food box. The servants and maids saw her coming, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, but when they saw the things in her hands, their faces became more embarrassed.
Fang Zilan was generous and raised her hand in a gesture of invitation, "His Royal Highness King Yucheng, Lord Zhuge, please."
With the host's permission, Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu entered the mourning hall. The maid standing closest to Fang Zilan couldn't help but whisper: "Madam, these two adults are after all..."
"Okay, you all can go down." Fang Zilan had no expression on her face, and the maid looked anxious, "Madam, how can you behave alone in a room with these two adults?"
Fang Zilan glanced at the maid, "What do you think I will do inside and outside the princess's mourning hall? If you think I am not decent, you might as well invite the prince and the prince to come over."
The maid immediately turned pale and said, "I dare not..."
"Just retreat if you don't dare." Fang Zilan's face showed a hint of impatience, and the servants and maids exchanged glances with each other before retreating.
"Miss Fang San is really becoming more and more powerful as the mistress of the house." Zhuge Yu finished putting the incense, walked out of the mourning hall, stood behind Fang Zilan, and said this without saying anything serious.
Fang Zilan carried the food box and sat on the steps outside the door without anyone noticing, "Ayu, please stop teasing me."
Hearing this, Zhuge Yu relaxed and sighed, "Sister Lan, I'm not making fun of you."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Li Qiyou slowly walking over and sitting next to Fang Zilan, "Princess Zhongzheng has passed away, please... Madam Crown Prince, express your condolences and submit to her."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Fang Zilan casually opened the food box and said fluently while eating: "It's just that the princess and I have only met each other a few times, so I'm not sad. It's more appropriate for Your Highness to say this to the prince and the prince."
"Sister Lan, are you serious about what you said?" The person who spoke was Zhuge Yu. He was sitting on the other side of Fang Zilan. He was about to pass the water to her, but he found that there was no soup in the food box, but a pot of wine.
Fang Zilan ignored Zhuge Yu's stunned look. She wiped the corners of her mouth, took out the wine from the food box, and took a few sips.
"Mrs. Crown Prince, you..." Li Qiyou was also stunned, but Fang Zilan didn't care, "Seriously, it really can't be true anymore."
Zhuge Yu's hands hidden in his sleeves clenched into fists, "Then what is Sister Lan doing outside the city today?"
"What to do?" Fang Zilan repeated the word and leaned on the steps.
Yes, if it was really irrelevant and not sad at all, what was she doing?
