Amidst the bitter aroma of herbs in the room, Fang Zilan frowned slightly and struggled to open her eyes. She was so shocked by the sight in front of her that she was speechless.
On the dome, countless gems are decorated, imitating the stars in the night sky, gathering thousands of brilliance, which is indescribably shocking.
"You're awake." A woman in black sacrificial clothes was sitting not far away against the light. Fang Zilan couldn't see her face clearly. He could only vaguely identify her by her voice and back. She should be the high priest of Miluo whom he had met not long ago.
"This is Yin Yang Pavilion..." Fang Zilan sat upright tremblingly, "Why am I here?"
"You are too seriously injured. I would not have brought you here unless I had to." The high priest said quietly while selecting medicinal materials: "After all, you are now the wife of the Crown Prince Zhongzheng. I am getting closer to you. risky."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan was stunned and asked subconsciously: "High Priest, have we met before?"
"I have seen it." The high priest said without hesitation: "However, what I have seen is the previous owner of your body."
"What did you say?" Fang Zilan's voice trembled violently, and the high priest looked back, "You have met Princess Erya of Di Rong before. She can see it, why can't I?"
Her eyes are deep, like a whirlpool, drawing people deep into it and unable to extricate themselves.
Fang Zilan looked at the high priest steadily and said calmly, "Sure enough, the poison on my body is related to both the Wu Clan and the Yin Yang Family."
"As expected of the Duke of Xian Yue in Dajing." The high priest curled his lips and chuckled: "I don't know where Fang Zilan attracted your soul, and actually changed his life chart."
"You... know everything?" Fang Zilan felt a chill running down her spine. The high priest in front of her did not wear a veil. She had willow eyebrows and cherry lips, and a fair and delicate face. He looked thin and frail, but he had a sense of old age. Like a pond full of dead leaves in late autumn, lifeless.
"I taught her the art of summoning spirits." The high priest recalled the past and said with emotion: "Back then, Fang Zilan used threats and inducements, knelt down and begged. What kind of methods have not been used? It is rare for me to be soft-hearted, so I taught her Got her..."
Fang Zilan said in disbelief: "You mean, you are the one who brought me here through time..."
"Time travel?" The high priest repeated the word, nodded and said, "Yes, this term is quite appropriate."
"Why..." Fang Zilan clutched the quilt tightly, suppressing her emotions, trying to maintain her last sanity, "Why did she use spiritualism? Why did you help her?"
"Why?" The high priest looked at Fang Zilan, as if he was asking her, but it was more like asking the former Fang Zilan through her.
"I asked her this before." The high priest withdrew his gaze and took the honeysuckle on the side. "She told me that she was probably scared."
"Afraid?" Fang Zilan muttered this word in a low voice. It was a little unbelievable that Zixiu, the best killer in the world and the third lady of the Fang family of the Prime Minister's Mansion, could actually say fear.
"She didn't dare to die because she was afraid that she would have no face to face the person who lost her life for her. But she also didn't dare to kill her enemy because she couldn't bear to do it." The high priest shook his head helplessly, "Looking forward and backward, what kind of things have you become through life? They all look scared."
Fang Zilan pursed her lips and slowly closed her eyes, "So, she came to find you?"
"She knew the art of summoning souls from somewhere, so she begged me to find another soul for her to live on her behalf." The high priest said thoughtfully, "It's just that I didn't expect that she would find you."
"Am I any different?" Fang Zilan suddenly opened her eyes, her expression as cold as ice, "I'm just being used by her, you, and everyone."
"After the soul-calling operation, I performed a horoscope calculation for her, and found that nothing could be calculated." The high priest said, sighing imperceptibly, "Originally, the first time I saw her, I know that she lived a miserable life and died lonely, but after you replaced her, everything changed. Even now, do you still feel that you are being used? "
Fang Zilan bit her lip, "High Priest, what exactly do you want to say?"
"You have been poisoned by poison and have been seriously injured many times. You have walked away from the gate of hell countless times, but you are still alive. It is already a miracle." The high priest's voice became darker. "After the soul-calling operation, more than just things have been changed. Fang Zilan is one person’s fate.”
Fang Zilan remained silent and listened to the high priest's own words, "I thought it was an accident. It wasn't until just now, in front of Wuji Hall, when you jumped into the pit to save Prince Zhongzheng, that I heard the voice of God. "
Her expression was solemn, as if the god was close at hand, "This is the first time I have sensed an oracle since I became the high priest."
"I don't believe in ghosts and gods." Fang Zilan spoke suddenly, but it was like a cold winter wind and snow, making people feel chilled all over. "High Priest, your gods, oracles, and destiny prophecies can manipulate anyone, but they can't manipulate me."
"You don't have to believe in ghosts and gods, but you have to believe in fate." The high priest stared at Fang Zilan closely, as if possessed by a god, and said plausibly: "It starts in the north and ends in the north. The reincarnation of fate is nothing more than this. The world, He will be killed and then determined."
"What do you mean?" Fang Zilan frowned, but saw that the high priest was lost for a moment, and murmured like a puppet: "More than a hundred years ago, the most talented high priest of the Yin Yang family, for the sake of freedom, destroyed the Yin Yang family for hundreds of years. Foundation. In the end, her daughter returned to this palace. This is the fate of the high priest of the Yin Yang family. "
"High Priest?" Fang Zilan's scalp was numb, and she struggled to get off the ground. However, she was seriously injured and couldn't move. She fell back before she could get up, grinning in pain.
"I am willing to use this fate as a cage and be trapped in it forever."
After the high priest finished speaking the last sentence, he seemed to have lost all his strength. He leaned over the table and gasped for air.
Fang Zilan felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart, as well as a vague unwillingness.
As if out of control, Fang Zilan heard her own voice, "What fate? My fate is up to me, not God."
"I know, this is you..." the high priest said intermittently, but his tone was full of relief and envy, "Unlike me, my heart is trapped. If I am trapped in one place, I will never be able to get out. She It's the same..."
When Fang Zilan heard this, she couldn't bear it anymore. She used all her strength to get off the bed and staggered to the side of the high priest, "You..."
"Look, this is honeysuckle..." The high priest stopped Fang Zilan's words and showed the honeysuckle in his hand in front of her. She nodded and said, "I recognize this flower."
"Honeysuckle has another name." The high priest softened slightly, but his breath was still fluctuating, "It's called honeysuckle."
