Fang Zilan lowered his head, his eyes turning red, "Is Mo Han...here?"
"Here." Murong Qing nodded slightly and pointed at the lonely grave in a remote place, "That's it."
"Who sent Mo Han back?" Fang Zilan was stunned, then subconsciously blurted out, "How could he..."
"Don't you want to see him?" Murong Qing blocked Fang Zilan's last words, her voice was stiff, and her eyes were unusually gray, as if covered with a layer of fog.
Fang Zilan opened her mouth slightly, took a deep breath, and then walked over without looking back. Only when she got closer did she realize that there was a tombstone with no words on it.
"Mo Han?" Fang Zilan called out uncertainly, and gently touched the tombstone with her fingers, as if she were touching some treasure.
After many days, she still remembered that day in the social opera, Mo Han fell like a kite from the high platform, he said——
Sorry, I can't accompany you anymore.
Suddenly, as if a big hand had grabbed his heart, Fang Zilan felt her chest hurt so much that it was about to burst.
So she couldn't help but leaned down and leaned against the tombstone, trying to calm down, but her face burst into tears and she couldn't help crying.
"I'm sorry..." The words that had been held in her heart for countless days and nights were finally spoken out at this moment. Amidst the crying and gasping, they were extremely weak and dissipated in the wind.
But she could never wait for a reply.
Murong Qing stood not far away, watching Fang Zilan hugging the tombstone and curling up into a ball regardless of his manners. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he looked more fragile than he had ever seen before.
Finally, he looks like a person with fireworks.
For some reason, he sighed in his heart, and then realized that he was actually afraid of Fang Zilan, who was so cold-hearted and ruthless.
It seems to be an empty shell, indifferent to everything, with only a breath in the chest. If it is scattered, the person will be gone.
Thinking of this, Murong Qingwu smiled to himself. He had seen off several pillowcases, and this was the first time he had been so reluctant.
Maybe it's because Fang Zilan is valuable, or maybe it's because she killed everyone but ended up with a shabby appearance, which is too similar to Prince Zhongzheng's palace. Or maybe, she is the only lady who can give herself a piece of candy as a token...
In short, he risked his life for her.
Privately deploying the Silver Armored Army, besieging the General's Mansion, sneaking away from Mushan Pass, if someone catches him in any of them, he can be grabbed and dragged to Prince Zhongzheng's Mansion to die.
But, before that, he wanted to see her live.
Until it was getting dark and Fang Zilan almost passed out from crying, Murong Qing also stood with his legs numb, but he still stood there without moving.
Only Awan walked forward nervously and held Fang Zilan's shoulders, "Master Mo Han will not feel comfortable if he sees you like this."
"Is it okay for him to be alone... lying on the ground...?" Fang Zilan said intermittently out of breath.
Awan's heart sank, and she shouted in a low voice: "Fang Zilan, please stop crying. If you keep doing this, are you going to accompany him?"
"Not for the time being." Fang Zilan frowned tightly and covered her heart with one hand, "But Awan, I can't stop it."
"Murong Qing, that little bastard!" Awan couldn't help but curse, and held Fang Zilan's hand a little harder, but then heard her say: "It's not his fault, I... came here myself."
"But..." Awan frowned and finally asked the doubts in his heart, "How did you know that the person buried here must be Mr. Mo Han? At the New Year's social opera..."
She paused as she spoke, then her voice gradually became softer, "Master Mo Han should be buried in the Xu family..."
"Who are you?" An unhappy voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Awan's words.
The man came quickly, but when he saw Awan, he suddenly stopped and said in shock: "It's you? Why are you here..."
"Mo Yang?" Awan was stunned for a moment and said uncertainly: "Are you Young Master Mo Han's third brother?"
Mo Yang's expression turned cold, and he clearly recognized A Wan, and said coldly: "What are you doing here? And who is she?"
His eyes fell on Fang Zilan. The woman's back looked familiar, resembling the decisive and decisive Duke of Xian Yue at that time, but everyone knew that she was dead.
If it weren't for her, Mo Han wouldn't have died...
"I want to come and see Mo Han." Fang Zilan breathed a long sigh of relief and spoke slowly, "That's all."
Mo Yang took a breath of air, understood instantly, and said in disbelief: "Are you... Fang Zilan?"
Fang Zilan turned around and looked over, her eyes red and swollen, and she responded softly: "It's me."
As if he couldn't hold on any longer, Mo Yang rushed over, pushed A Wan away, and grabbed Fang Zilan's shirt tightly, "Why are you still alive? Mo Han is dead, do you know..."
"I know." Fang Zilan intercepted Mo Yang's words, "I hurt him. If you hate him, just take my life."
Mo Yang raised his fist, but never brought it down. The pain in Fang Zilan's eyes was too real for him to make a move.
After a while, Mo Yang let go of his hand, Fang Zilan staggered a step, and managed to stand up straight with Awan's help, "Aren't you going to kill me?"
"Mo Han cares about you." Mo Yang clenched his hands into fists, "If I kill you, he will be sad."
"The dead will not be sad." Fang Zilan replied almost numbly, which naturally annoyed Mo Yang, "Get out, I don't want to see you again."
"Since I'm still alive." Fang Zilan said decisively, "Then I have to do something for Mo Han."
Before she finished speaking, Mo Yang instinctively felt the danger and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Justice to the world." Fang Zilan lowered her head and looked at the wordless tombstone, as if looking at Mo Han through it, "No one else knows what King Rongan did, but I don't know it yet?"
Mo Yang gritted his teeth and said: "The Duke of Xian Yue is already dead, and Mo Han has also lost his life. You can never get the whole Mo family involved again!"
"What I want to do is not up to you." Fang Zilan squinted her eyes with a very calm expression, "If the truth cannot be revealed, Mo Han will die in vain. I don't care what the cost is, even if it means standing up as the Duke of Xian Yue and stirring up trouble. If the capital is turned upside down, I also want this justice."
She used the most understated tone and said the most desperate words, which made Mo Yang speechless for a long time. For a while, he only managed to squeeze out one sentence, "Are you crazy?"
"Crazy?" Fang Zilan sneered, "As long as Mo Han can live, let alone being crazy, it doesn't matter if I die thousands of times and never be reincarnated. But if Mo Han dies, I will kill all the people in the world. It’s not interesting to be buried with him.”
She pursed her lips, her expression dark and unclear, "What's more, what he wants to do is to make a living for millions of people, so I have to fight for a way for those millions of people to live for him."
