"Sister, I know you are bitter and grievanceed." Before Murong Qing could recover, he stretched out his hand and tugged on Fang Zilan's sleeve, showing careful restraint.
Fang Zilan did not resist, but her words were still bloody, "Murong Qing, do you think that if you provoke me with a few words and some sweet words, I will be at your mercy?"
"Sister, I said that I will never make you feel wronged again in the future." Murong Qing looked a little more serious, but Fang Zilan sneered, "What does the Crown Prince want me to do? Kill someone for you, or..."
"Sister, you don't have to do anything." Murong Qing interrupted Fang Zilan and said firmly: "Sister, you just need to watch from the sidelines and see what price those who have hurt you will pay."
"Murong Qing, I am not an ignorant little girl, and I will not be coaxed by your words." Fang Zilan looked back and said coldly: "What do you want, you might as well say it directly, and it still seems to be somewhat sincere."
Murong Qing raised her head and looked at Fang Zilan steadily, "Why don't you believe me, sister? I have no plans for you?"
Fang Zilan laughed angrily and said in a bad mood: "Murong Qing, if I told you today that I am willing to fight for you, would you believe it?"
"Believe it or not." Murong Qing pulled Fang Zilan's sleeve and moved her hand upwards, holding her wrist, "Today, my sister has already risked her life for me."
"I'm not doing it for you." Fang Zilan gritted her teeth, and Murong Qing nodded, "I know, but I owe my sister a favor."
Fang Zilan's little patience was exhausted by Murong Qing, "Murong Qing, if you don't tell the truth, I don't mind using some methods to make you speak."
"Sister, are you really willing to attack me?" Murong Qing softened her tone, which was both flattering and ambiguous.
Fang Zilan pinched Murong Qing's wrist with her backhand. The thin white section was like a lotus root joint, as if it could be broken with a slight twist.
Murong Qing frowned slightly and murmured softly: "It hurts."
Fang Zilan was unmoved at all, "I killed Mr. Zuo, and you will never be able to forgive me in this life. You are one of those who wish for my death."
"Sister, what I like most is your insufferable temperament. You know you have to suffer a lot, but you are still unwilling to die." Murong Qing suddenly smiled, and there seemed to be thousands of stars twinkling in his eyes. Incomparable.
He paused and said calmly: "Since sister wants to hear the truth, then I will tell the truth. I do have plans for you, but my plans are not for the present, but for the future."
"Future?" Fang Zilan repeated the word, her face as dark as water.
"With my sister's intelligence, I think I have already guessed it." The smile on Murong Qing's face became even brighter, while Fang Zilan's expression became colder, "My eldest sister is in a position where I am walking on thin ice. Why do you think I can sit securely?"
"With your decisiveness in killing, you are more ruthless than your eldest sister." Murong Qing said bluntly: "If I am destined to be the master of the world, then the future queen can only be you."
Miluo has many rules, and wedding rituals are even more so. Although Fang Zilan secretly hid the food, she couldn't bear the tossing that started last night. Therefore, when listening to the master of ceremonies read the congratulatory message, she felt dizzy, unsteady, and staggered.
However, the people around him were indifferent, and there was no one to help him. Fang Zilan sighed secretly in his heart.
In order to end this long wedding ceremony, she simply pretended to faint and fell straight to the ground, causing everyone to scream, and then they hurriedly sent her into the new house.
When the noise around him gradually subsided and everyone dispersed, a cautious voice sounded in Fang Zilan's ears, "Miss Fang San?"
It's Murong Qing.
Fang Zilan clenched her hands hidden in her sleeves into fists, pretending to wake up, "What's wrong with me...?"
"You just fainted." The concern on Murong Qing's face didn't seem to be fake. Fang Zilan remained calm and said blankly, "Why did I faint?"
"I guess I'm hungry." Murong Qing smiled and reached out to lift Fang Zilan's sleeves. She subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he stopped, "I didn't expect that you would also hide food in your sleeves."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan pursed her lips, stretched out her hand from her sleeve, opened it in front of Murong Qing, and there was a candy inside.
Murong Qing was stunned, but before he could say anything, Fang Zilan opened his hand and stuffed the candy into it, "The prince gave me a candy, and now I give him one back. The lunch box is for you and me. Token.”
Murong Qing laughed dumbly, lowered her eyes to look at the melted candy in her palm, and whispered: "This is really the most fragile token I have ever seen."
His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, making him appear more delicate and attractive. "However, it matches you and me."
This time it was Fang Zilan's turn to be stunned. Her lips moved, trying to say a few words of comfort, but she couldn't say anything.
"I have been weak and sick since I was a child. Miss Fang San was also very weak after she fell into the water." Murong Qing looked at Fang Zilan steadily, with an expression that was too mature for his age.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to feel sorry for yourself." Fang Zilan avoided Murong Qing's gaze, "A person's life span is limited, so you just have to do your best and obey fate."
"Destiny?" Murong Qing repeated the word and suddenly smiled, "Miss Fang San, do you also believe in destiny?"
"I didn't believe it before." Fang Zilan's voice became a little darker, "But now that I have married into Miluo, I have to believe it."
Her words meant to clarify the relationship between the two, and Murong Qing did not hide it, saying directly: "I have had three wives. Miss Fang San, you are the fourth."
"Three people?" Fang Zilan pretended not to know and asked: "They..."
"They are all dead." Murong Qing's expression was cold, as if he was talking about unrelated people.
"Everyone in the world says that I suppress my wife." Murong Qing smiled mockingly, "Miss Fang San, are you afraid?"
"What's the use of being afraid?" Fang Zilan's expression was dark and unclear, "From the moment I stepped into Prince Zhongzheng's palace, there was no way out."
"After today, you will be my wife." Murong Qing said firmly: "If you are willing, Prince Zhongzheng's Palace is your escape route."
Fang Zilan suddenly thought of the late Tao Zhiwei. Did she also hear these words when she married Murong Qing? Hypocritical, just to have an obedient and well-behaved puppet by your side.
"Your Majesty, in terms of age, you are younger than my brothers in the family." Fang Zilan said quietly: "I can't possibly regard you as my husband."
"In that case, Miss Fang San might as well treat me as your younger brother." After Murong Qing finished speaking, he called out in a good-natured voice, "Sister."
His voice was somewhere between a child's and a teenager's. Although this shout was not soft and soft, it had a pleasant and lingering meaning, which made Fang Zilan's expression shudder.
