"There are no other people around now, the prince doesn't need to be pretentious." Fang Zilan saw the bloody clothes hanging next to the screen at a glance. It was the same one that Murong Qing wore when he entered the palace to pay his respects and escaped from the tiger's mouth.
I don't know whether Murong Qing changed into the bloody clothes intentionally or unintentionally. But when she saw him again, she finally understood why she suddenly thought of Mo Han at that moment.
This outfit is very similar to the costume Mo Han wore on the day he died. From the color system to the gold thread pattern embroidered on it, they are almost identical.
The same person fell into a pool of blood, as if the past was happening again, and it was impossible for her to stay still.
This was a trap set against her from the beginning. Taking advantage of Mu Churui's moodiness, the high priest's golden words, and her only weakness.
It was indeed a hit. However, it was not Murong Qing's, but her calamity.
"Get out." As if she couldn't bear it anymore, Fang Zilan held on to the table, barely stood up straight, and said through gritted teeth: "Get out, I don't want to see you."
"Sister, this is your wedding room." Murong Qing sat at the table leisurely, "Even if you don't want to see me, where can I go?"
"Murong Qing, you are really good at calculations, good means, and so courageous." Fang Zilan's body was shaking so much that her voice was shaking a little, "You were sure that I would save you?"
"Sister, although I am the person who predicted destiny, I am not invincible." Murong Qing calmed his expression and said maturely: "There are archers ready outside Wuji Palace. If there is an accident, the tiger will be killed with one arrow. "
As he spoke, he picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea. "It's true that I tested you, but I never wanted to take your life."
"You want my life?" Fang Zilan sneered, "Murong Qing, do you have the ability?"
"Sister, don't be brave." Murong Qing took a sip of tea, "If you are too strong, you will break easily. But I don't want to see you get hurt."
"Do you think I will still believe your words?" Fang Zilan stared at Murong Qing closely, and he raised his lips, "Sister, everything I said to you is true. With a person like me who predicts fate, you can protect me Are you not good?"
Fang Zilan couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to grab Murong Qing's neck. A little force would kill him.
"Prophecy of destiny?" Fang Zilan's eyes were full of disdain, and murderous intent was evident all over his body, "If I kill you, I will destroy this so-called prophecy of destiny in an instant."
"You won't..." Murong Qing's breath was unsteady, but there was still a smile on his face.
Fang Zilan also raised the corners of her lips and smiled cruelly, "Murong Qing, do you think it would be faster for an archer to shoot me, or for me to crush you to death?"
"Sister..." Murong Qing coughed twice and said calmly: "Dajing, the country you risked your life to protect, betrayed you. Miluo, my dearest relative of flesh and blood, betrayed me..."
Fang Zilan listened and couldn't help but release some of her strength from her hands. Murong Qing got a chance to breathe and said angrily: "Everyone wants us to die...can we just sit back and wait to die?"
"Murong Qing, what on earth are you going to do?" Tao Zhiwei suppressed her anger and called out: "You deliberately avoided everyone and asked General Meng to keep an eye on me, just to get this injury? Do you know..."
"I know." Murong Qing interrupted her unceremoniously, as if he was a different person, and said coldly: "Tao Zhiwei, I will live longer than you, so you should put away that useless pretense. It’s better to worry about yourself.”
Tao Zhiwei was choked by him and couldn't speak. Murong Qing ignored her and turned to look at Meng Tingyang. He said calmly and confidently: "How is the matter I want you to investigate?"
"Everything has been checked." Meng Tingyang paused and glanced at Tao Zhiwei warily.
"We'll talk about it when we get back." Murong calmed down and said thoughtfully, "It's time. Send a message to Mr. Zuo and ask him to contact Di Rong's department."
Fang Zilan was shocked when she heard about Di Rong's tribe. Before she could react, she heard Tao Zhiwei excitedly say: "Murong Qing, how dare you collaborate with the enemy, you..."
Before she finished speaking, Meng Tingyang held her hands behind her back with one hand and covered her mouth with the other.
Murong Qing snorted coldly and said: "A puppet should look like a puppet. Tao Zhiwei, who do you think you are?"
After he finished speaking, he walked up to Tao Zhiwei. Meng Tingyang put down his hand covering her mouth. She was about to say something but he choked her tightly, "Killing you is like squeezing an ant to death for me." Just as easy."
Tao Zhiwei's eyes were full of fear, but Murong Qing suddenly softened his expression and said softly: "As long as you are obedient, I won't do anything to you."
As he spoke, he relaxed his strength, and his fingers traced the red marks on Tao Zhiwei's neck inch by inch, as if he was caressing and playing with a piece of delicate porcelain.
Tao Zhiwei subconsciously wanted to hide, but the moment she met his clear and innocent eyes, she lost the ability to move.
Murong Qing calmly approached Tao Zhiwei's ear, opening and closing her thin lips gracefully, but the words he said made her shudder.
"But if you refuse, then I have no choice but to let you stay with Grandma Xing."
Tao Zhiwei's face was filled with shock, and her voice was shaking violently, "Murong Qing, you... are the devil..."
"Yes." Murong Qing nodded with satisfaction, raised the corners of his lips and said: "I was injured today because you deliberately left me alone. From now on, you will be in the house and examine yourself. You will see nothing, nothing." Hear. Got it? My lady."
"You..." Tao Zhiwei was trembling all over, "You want to imprison me, how dare you..."
"If I send a message back to Miluo, saying that you colluded with the Dajing family and tried to harm me..." Murong Qing smiled almost demonically, "What do you think will happen to the Tao family?"
Tao Zhiwei's eyes were red, and Murong Qing patted her face gently, smiling even louder, "Do you think that relying on the ancestor's relationship with the Yin and Yang family, the high priest will protect the Tao family? As long as I want, the Tao family will be there at any time. They can all be reduced to ashes."
"Your Majesty." Meng Tingyang said slowly: "I am willing to be sent by you to protect the prince. But Di Rong's tribe..."
"A wolf's ambition is just that of a beast. I didn't expect him to be very obedient." Murong Qing suppressed a smile, his eyes were a little colder, but his tone was still casual, "It's a pity that the emperor of Dajing didn't understand, and thought that Di Rong would pay tribute just because he was a vassal. I will obey you. In that case, I don’t mind letting him see it more clearly.”
Meng Tingyang was silent, and Murong Qing looked at him with interest, "Power is a sharp edge. If you don't control the enemy, you will hurt yourself. If you choose me, you can't hesitate."
"Yes." Meng Tingyang saluted, and Murong Qing seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength. He stumbled back and fell on the couch, "Okay, I'll rest for a while and then go back to the house."
