Zhen Mier's voice trembled slightly, "What do you mean... is it related to the poison on her body?"
"The poison on her body is the most domineering and arrogant thing in the world, so she needs to be supported." The high priest adjusted his sleeves slowly, and Zhen Mi'er bit her red lips, "Isn't she the provider?"
"Miss Zhen's words are wrong." The high priest shook his head, "At most, she is just a container for poison. It is just a better container than the medicine puppet made by Mr. Wen Ya."
A look of surprise flashed across Zhen Mier's face, "What did you say..."
"Miss Zhen should know better than me who her biological parents are." The high priest said with an indifferent expression, "Therefore, her natural constitution is different from ordinary people, and her birth date is also very special. She is the most suitable container to contain this poison."
Zhen Mier's hands hidden in her sleeves clenched into fists, "It turns out that from the beginning to the end, you have never regarded her as a living person, but..."
She couldn't explain, but in the eyes of this group of people, the people who had been dependent on her for life and death were just containers for poison. How could she repeat such words?
The high priest raised his eyebrows, "If Miss Zhen thinks that she is not a living person like this, what do those people who died to feed the poison in her body, including Chu Bin, count?"
"I heard from the Hong family that the Feiling Mountain bandits were ordered to transport a large number of human bones to Miluo." Zhen Mier stared at the high priest closely, with a fierce gaze, as if he wanted to stare a hole in her.
"Yes." The high priest nodded slightly, "Without those human bones, I wouldn't be able to protect her with my shallow Yin-Yang spell."
"Using human bones as a guide is different from evil magic. How can it be called a Yin-Yang spell?" Zhen Mi'er gritted her teeth and said: "If it were the Yin-Yang family a hundred years ago, the high priest would have been burned alive."
"Miss Zhen is right." The high priest looked calm, but there was a bit of sadness in his voice. "Unfortunately, today's Yin and Yang family is no longer the prosperous scene it was a hundred years ago. Even if I am called a witchcraft monster, I still don't care. It has to be done.”
"You..." Zhen Mi'er's expression froze, and she waved her sleeves and said angrily: "You are really stubborn!"
The high priest picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, "Miss Zhen, you and I have different ways and we don't want to work together."
"I don't agree with what the high priest said." Zhen Mier stood up suddenly, "Thank you to the high priest for clearing up the confusion tonight."
After saying that, she turned to leave, but heard the high priest say: "Miss Zhen, do you think her way is any different from mine?"
Zhen Mier stopped, and when she saw this, the high priest continued talking to himself, "The path of Shura is paved with blood, and what she and I have followed is this path."
"So what?" Zhen Mier turned around with a sharp expression, "She is different from you after all."
"Different?" The high priest repeated the word and curled his lips, "Miss Zhen, she is no longer the person you knew back then. She has changed now..."
"I don't care who she is." Zhen Mier interrupted the high priest's words with a cold voice, "Since she has the courage to face everything again, then what's the harm in me working with her to fight with all our strength?
The high priest was stunned and watched as Zhen Mier's figure disappeared from sight. It was not until Yue Nu's voice rang in her ears that she came back to her senses.
"High Priest, do you want..." Yue Nu put her hand on her neck and made a "killing" gesture.
"Let her go." The high priest shook his head, and suddenly thought of something, and ordered: "Yue Nu, go and bring the wooden box under the incense table to Miss Zhen and ask her to hand it over."
Yue Nu asked doubtfully, "Who does the high priest... want Miss Zhen to transfer to?"
The high priest didn't answer, and his voice became a little darker, "Go quickly, don't make people suspicious."
Yue Nu left in response and hurriedly caught up with Zhen Mier, "Miss Zhen, please stay."
After Zhen Mier heard Yue Nu's intention, she couldn't help but frowned, but she still took the wooden box solemnly and returned to Prince Zhongzheng's Mansion with a heavy heart.
At this time, the sky was slightly bright. Fang Zilan drank the hangover soup, changed her clothes, and stayed in the princess's mourning hall in a daze. Xiao Xuan'er watched her nodding and dozing off, and put her hand on her forehead. Lest she fall over.
The moment she saw Zhen Mi'er, Xiao Xuan'er's hanging heart fell back to its original place, and she breathed a long sigh of relief. Before she could speak, she saw her walking in quickly, "Everyone in Prince Zhongzheng's palace didn't say anything, right?" ?”
"Don't worry, Miss." Xiao Xuan'er said, looking at the wooden box in Zhen Mi'er's hand, "That is..."
Zhen Mi'er sighed softly, stretched out her hand and shook Fang Zilan, "Lan'er, wake up."
Fang Zilan reluctantly opened her eyes, almost thinking she was dazzled. It wasn't until Zhen Mier's cold hand held hers that she sobered up a little, "Sister Mier, Miss Xiao..."
Memories were like a revolving lantern, taking turns in her mind, overlapping and intertwined. In the end, there was only a blurry shadow, and nothing was clear.
Only Xiao Xuan'er's words, "Have you made up your mind to see the high priest?", like a thunder, made Fang Zilan wake up suddenly, "Sister Mi'er, have you gone to see the high priest?"
Zhen Mi'er lowered her eyes and said nothing, then stuffed the wooden box into Fang Zilan's hand. The cool, sharp-edged wooden box touched the warm skin, making people's hearts sink.
"What is this?" Fang Zilan lowered her head and glanced at the wooden box in her hand, and then looked at Zhen Mi'er, trying to get the answer from her mouth, but the only answer she received was endless silence.
Fang Zilan's fingertips trembled, but she still slowly opened the wooden box. Inside was a human bone with a small word - "LAN" printed on it.
As if she couldn't control it anymore, Fang Zilan cried "Wow", "I'm sorry..."
She opened her mouth, her voice weak.
Xiao Xuan'er looked worried, but after Zhen Mi'er's signal, she didn't ask anything.
Fang Zilan hugged the wooden box tightly. She remembered that it was when Chu Bin was very young. He was an unruly child who was never willing to obey his so-called father's orders and made it his life's mission to protect her.
So, Chu Xiang tattooed Chu Bin. At that time, the child was unwilling to accept the humiliation, but now it became the only regret he left for her.
"Lan'er..." Zhen Mi'er's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. She watched Fang Zilan cry out of breath, but she couldn't say any words of comfort.
All this was too cruel for Fang Zilan. Even if she comes back and faces all this again, it will be enough to scar her body until she is beyond redemption.
And as bystanders or even walkers, they are not only unable to empathize, but what they do is so limited. However, she couldn't express such weak words.
