novelraw Chapter 1955 Past Events
Chapter 1955 Past Events
Chapter 1955 Past Events
Murong Qing looked at the teacup in front of her and said softly, "Sister, if I knew you, would you know me?"
“I will not break my promise to the Crown Prince.” Fang Zilan did not respond directly. Murong Qing stared into her eyes, as if trying to see something in them. “So, you understand me?”
Fang Zilan lowered her eyes slightly, avoiding Murong Qing's gaze, "Young Master, one should not be too greedy."
“But I’m going to be greedy.” Murong Qing took another teacup, poured herself a cup of tea, and placed it in front of Fang Zilan. “Sister, since we live under the same roof, we should be of one mind…”
"Tongxin?" Fang Zilan interrupted Murong Qing without any politeness. "If that's the case, then let me ask you: Was your poisoning caused by Mingxiang, or did you stage it yourself? Why did Xie Chen suspect Awan? Why did Awan go to the Fu family to verify? Is all of this related to you?"
"Sister, you already know the answer in your heart." Murong Qing's expression was inscrutable. "Why ask me?"
“I asked because I don’t know what you’re trying to do,” Fang Zilan said bluntly. “Mr. Zuo is dead. No matter what he plotted or how he wanted to throw the Southeast into chaos, as long as I’m alive, I will not let him succeed.”
"Sister, do you think everything I did was because of Mr. Zuo?" Murong Qing clenched her fists tightly. "If it were just for Mr. Zuo, why would I have used the Silver Armor Army and exposed such a huge weakness to the public?"
"That's your business..." As soon as Fang Zilan opened her mouth, she realized that no matter whether what Murong Qing said was true or false, her words seemed somewhat ungrateful. But once words are spoken, they cannot be taken back.
"Is that so?" Murong Qing's lips curled into a smile, a smile that seemed both bitter and relieved. "Today I'll make things clear to my sister: even if I do something, it won't have much impact on the southeast region at this moment. However, if I do nothing..."
He paused, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, "Sister, you and your Fang family are now trapped in this murky water of the Southeast, never to escape."
His tone was too cold, more like a curse than a statement. Fang Zilan didn't speak, but simply picked up the teacup in front of her and drank it all in one gulp.
"If one day I die in the southeast..." Fang Zilan twisted her wrist, and the teacup flipped over, but not a drop of water spilled. "I beg the Crown Prince to petition His Majesty of the Great Capital and the King of Miluo to divorce me and grant me my freedom."
After she finished speaking, she placed the teacup on the table with a soft, steady sound, as if a certain determination had been made and would never waver again.
Murong Qing watched helplessly as Fang Zilan's figure disappeared before his eyes. The fragrant scent in the room dissipated, leaving only the tea in front of him, emitting faint steam.
"Is that all you want to do to get rid of me?" Murong Qing muttered to himself, then picked up his teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and slammed it face down on the table. "But you are the one I chose, how could I possibly set you free?"
He stood up and shoved the table over, smashing the teacups and teapot to the ground, shattering them beyond recognition.
“This is who we are.” Murong Qing looked down at the mess on the ground, a faint smile curving her lips. “Even if we are shattered to pieces, we are still inseparable.”
Hearing the commotion, Meng Tingyang rushed over and quickly went to Murong Qing's side, separating him from the shards on the ground. "Young Master, be careful..."
Murong Qing waved her hand, interrupting Meng Tingyang, "It's alright. Just follow along whatever your sister wants to do."
Meng Tingyang wanted to say something more, but Murong Qing didn't give him a chance to speak. "Also, tell them that they don't need to test my intentions anymore."
Meng Tingyang gasped. Murong Qing glanced at him. "As long as my sister survives, what does the rest have to do with me?" "Lan'er, Miluo is not a blessed place, and the Zhongzheng Prince's Mansion is in a precarious situation, which could collapse at any time." Zhen Mi'er took the hairpin from Xiao Xuan'er's hand. "Once you marry in, it will be difficult for you to get out."
"Get away?" Fang Zilan chuckled. "The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. When can I possibly get away?"
Zhen Mi'er and Xiao Xuan'er exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes. Once Fang Zilan made a decision, no one could ever change it, not in the past, and not now.
So they stopped trying to persuade her and instead completed the pre-wedding ceremony for Fang Zilan, watching helplessly as the wedding procession from the Prince Zhongzheng's residence led her away.
Miluo has many rules, and wedding ceremonies are even more elaborate. Although Fang Zilan had secretly hidden some food, she couldn't withstand the ordeal that had started the night before. So when she heard the master of ceremonies read the congratulatory speech, she felt dizzy and unsteady, and staggered.
However, no one around her was moved, and not a single person offered to help her. Fang Zilan sighed inwardly.
To end the long wedding ceremony, she pretended to faint and fell straight to the ground, causing everyone to gasp in surprise. They then hurriedly carried her into the bridal chamber.
As the surrounding noise subsided and the crowd dispersed, a cautious voice rang in Fang Zilan's ear, "Third Miss Fang?"
It is Murong Qing.
Fang Zilan clenched her fists, her hands hidden in her sleeves, and feigned a slow awakening. "What... happened to me?"
"You just fainted." Murong Qing's concern seemed genuine. Fang Zilan remained calm and asked blankly, "Why did I faint?"
"You must be hungry." Murong Qing smiled and reached out to lift Fang Zilan's sleeve. She instinctively tried to dodge, so he stopped. "I didn't expect you to hide food in your sleeve."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zilan pursed her lips, took her hand out from her sleeve, and placed it in front of Murong Qing, where a piece of candy was clearly visible.
Murong Qing was stunned for a moment. Before he could say anything, Fang Zilan pried his hand open and stuffed the candy into his mouth. "Your Highness once gave me a piece of candy, and now I'm returning it to you. Consider it a token between us."
Murong Qing chuckled softly, looking down at the slightly melted candy in her palm, and said in a low voice, "This is truly the most fragile keepsake I've ever seen."
His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, making him appear even more delicate and charming. "However, he is a good match for you and me."
This time it was Fang Zilan's turn to be stunned. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something comforting, but she couldn't utter a single word.
“I have been frail and sickly since childhood, and Miss Fang was also extremely weak after falling into the water.” Murong Qing stared at Fang Zilan, his expression mature beyond his years.
“Your Highness, there’s no need to wallow in self-pity.” Fang Zilan avoided Murong Qing’s gaze. “Everyone’s lifespan is limited. Just do your best and leave the rest to fate.”
“Destiny?” Murong Qing repeated the word, then suddenly laughed. “Miss Fang, do you also believe in destiny?”