novelraw Chapter 1933 Demand
Chapter 1933 Demand
Chapter 1933 Demand
“Miss Zixiu, no matter where the things are, you and Miss Du are not leaving today.” The monk tightened his grip on the knife, but Fang Zilan suddenly laughed out loud, “You’ve misunderstood.”
The monk frowned, and Fang Zilan said to herself, "I have no relation to Miss Du, and her life or death is none of my concern. But I also want what you are looking for."
The monk's expression hardened. "Miss Zixiu, are you serious?"
“It’s real, really real.” Fang Zilan drawled, “I always love joining in the fun, especially with so many of you vying for it, I’m sure it’ll fetch a good price.”
"When did Zixiu start liking to join in the fun?" someone behind the monk asked indignantly. The monk raised his hand to signal them to be quiet.
"If that's the case, would Miss Zixiu be willing to cooperate with us?" the monk asked tentatively. Fang Zilan seemed thoughtful. "You want me to get that thing from Miss Du first, and then offer to buy it from me?"
The monk nodded. "What does Miss Zixiu think?"
Fang Zilan thought for a moment, then turned to Du Ruohan and said, "Miss Du, I'm sorry."
Du Ruohan clenched her fists, her hands hidden in her sleeves, but she still tried to remain calm and asked, "If I give that thing to you, will you let me go?"
"No." Fang Zilan's face remained expressionless. "Now, I have a reason to kill you."
“You’ll get nothing if you kill me.” Du Ruohan looked resigned to her fate. Fang Zilan didn’t speak, so she continued, “Even if you get it, how do you know they’ll be willing to pay a price for it, instead of… murder and robbery?”
Her voice trailed off as she spoke, and Fang Zilan smiled. "Miss Du, there is no one in this world who can kill me and rob me."
"I..." Du Ruohan panicked and cried out in desperation, "If you just want to sell that thing for a good price, I can give you the money directly..."
"Okay." Fang Zilan interrupted Du Ruohan, staring blankly at her. "You agreed?"
“No.” Fang Zilan casually twirled the plum blossom sword. “I will agree to whoever offers the higher price, you or this master.”
"Does Miss Zixiu intend to go back on her word?" The monk's fierce expression was revealed. Fang Zilan glanced at him. "Master, what did I promise you?"
The monk opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Fang Zilan said, "Or you can kill me and ask Miss Du for the things yourself."
She had barely finished speaking when someone couldn't help but say, "Kill them then..."
The moment he uttered a sound, his voice trailed off, and when you looked over, he was already lifeless.
The monk's face darkened. "Miss Zixiu, you're going to kill Miss Du anyway, so making her name a price is just a way for you to profit from both sides..."
"Master, are you hesitating to make a bid because you can't keep your word?" Fang Zilan interrupted the monk without any politeness, staring at him intently and saying, "If that's the case, then no matter how much Miss Du bids, she will be the one who bids higher."
“Since that’s the case…” Du Ruohan heard her own voice tremble slightly, “Besides the things, I also want to offer a price to make you spare my life.”
“Alright.” Fang Zilan said, drawing her plum blossom sword. “Master, I didn’t want to ruin the temple’s tranquility, but since the new patron has spoken, I have no choice but to offend him.”
The monk's face turned ashen. "Miss Zixiu, you never intended to take Miss Du's life from the beginning, did you?" "Good that you guessed it." Fang Zilan did not deny it. The monk spat. "Then there's nothing more to say."
Before he could make a move, several people rushed into the courtyard and surrounded them. The newcomers were all dressed in silver armor, which gleamed in the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.
"Master, I'll say it one last time," Fang Zilan said calmly, "Choose one person to live, and leave the rest of you to die."
“Lady of the Heir Apparent…” Meng Tingyang began to speak, but Fang Zilan interrupted him, “If I wanted to fight my way out, I wouldn’t have waited until now.”
Meng Tingyang still hesitated, but Zhuge Yu stepped forward and said, "I'll go."
"Ayu, stop right there!" Fang Zilan pointed her sword directly at Zhuge Yu. "I'd rather I draw my sword and fight my way out than have you go."
Zhuge Yu clenched his fists, his eyes filled with obvious worry. When Xie Chen besieged the Fang residence before, he had secretly sent people to inquire, and the reports all said that Fang Zilan seemed to be at her last gasp, and that she had probably suffered many losses on her trip to Zhongling Temple.
Others might not know, but he was certain that Fang Zilan was already afflicted with old injuries, and if she suffered new ones, she might not recover. Furthermore, with Awan taken by the Xiahou family, her health was likely to worsen.
At this critical juncture, if Fang Zilan were to actually draw her sword and charge out, she would definitely fight to the death. However, how could he bear to watch her lose her life?
“Your Highness, if you are willing to face life and death, how do you know I am not?” Zhuge Yu stared at Fang Zilan intently. She paused for a moment, then said with a sigh of relief, “Very well.”
Seeing that Fang Zilan had relented, Zhuge Yu exchanged a glance with the servant and walked to the gate of the mansion without hesitation. Just as he reached out his hand, someone stepped in front of him to protect him. "Lord Zhuge, I am still alive, so there is no need for you to risk your life for the heir of my Zhongzheng Prince's Mansion."
It was Meng Tingyang. He glanced back at Fang Zilan, then opened the gate with the servant.
The moment the door swung open, the Fu residence fell silent. But in an instant, thousands of arrows rained down.
Fang Zilan had been waiting for this moment. Using the momentum, she moved with incredible speed, firing almost half of the arrows again. Screams echoed outside the mansion, and the servant seized the opportunity to dash out.
"Close the door!" Before Fang Zilan could finish speaking, Meng Tingyang slammed the door shut and bolted it, pulling Zhuge Yu back to her side.
When Meng Tingyang saw the blood seeping from Fang Zilan's shoulder, he exclaimed in alarm, "Princess Consort, you're injured..."
"It's not an injury, it's just that the old wound has reopened." Fang Zilan said, tearing off a piece of her sleeve and wrapping it tightly around her shoulder. "I'm fine, but Madam Fu..."
She glanced at Madam Fu and said, "Madam is injured, so it's best not to push yourself."
“I can still manage.” Madam Fu deliberately turned her back, and Fang Zilan took out some medicine she carried with her and handed it to her. “If Madam doesn’t mind…”
"You're badly injured yourself, yet you still have the mind to worry about others." Zhuge Yu interrupted Fang Zilan with almost uncharacteristic rudeness, "Your injuries..."
“There’s no time to deal with it.” Fang Zilan’s face remained expressionless as she knocked away two more arrows with her backhand. “Once they recover, their attack will be even more ferocious than before. I have to hold out until reinforcements arrive.”
"Has the Crown Prince's wife forgotten me?" Meng Tingyang stood in front of Fang Zilan. "Meng Tingyang of the Loyal Prince's Mansion is willing to fight for the Crown Prince's wife."