Don't ask where people go

Chapter 1285 Drag

The man came over with a knife in his hand, and Zhen Mier drew her sword to meet him, with a stern look on her face, neither afraid nor retreating.

When masters fight, they always fight endlessly, with only a fraction of a second to win. But Zhen Mier was not a master, and was defeated in a short while. When the blade swept past, scenes flashed back in her mind, and she remembered many things.

On a night with flames rising to the sky, a man standing with a sword in hand, an umbrella held above his head... and the hands holding her tightly.

I'm sorry...

Zhen Mier slowly closed her eyes, but the next moment, what fell was not the knife in the man's hand, but a familiar and urgent voice, "Zhen Mier, why didn't you tell me?"

The sound of swords clashing was endless. Zhen Mier opened her eyes and saw the figure of the man who used to sleep beside her. She hardened her heart and said coldly, "This is my revenge. I don't need you to avenge it for me."

Wan Jun's heart sank. "It's not just Cangjian Villa that had its entire family wiped out. You're not the only one holding a grudge. Zhen Mi'er, when have I ever stopped you from seeking revenge?"

"Wanjun, I'm the one who's holding you back." Zhen Mier's hand trembled slightly as she held the sword. "Wanhua Villa could have stayed out of this..."

"Zhen Mi'er, what nonsense are you talking about!" Wan Jun felt a nameless anger rising up. Having been married for several years, he knew what Zhen Mi'er was doing. On the contrary, he knew it better than anyone else.

Once the rivers and lakes and the imperial court are mixed together, it will be a mess, and no one can escape unscathed. At this point, it is too late for Zhen Mier to push him out.

It's too late...

Wan Jun's sword pierced the man's chest fiercely, and warm blood fell on his body, staining his clothes red.

Zhen Mier's eyes turned red. If Wan Jun had not appeared in Cangjian Villa, he would not have been targeted. Wanhua Villa would not have been wiped out.

He should have been a pure and good doctor who saved the world.

But now, he is wrapped in hatred, covered in blood, hidden in the undercurrents of the world, and has changed beyond recognition.

"I have wronged you..." Zhen Mier heard her own voice, which was as light as a feather, but every word was so heavy that she could hardly breathe, "Wan Jun, let's get divorced."

Wan Jun seemed to have never expected Zhen Mier to say such a thing. He turned his head to look at her, and in an instant he lost all his defenses. He was shot through the shoulder by a cold arrow, but he still managed to stand up straight.

Zhen Mier flew to Wan Jun's side and blocked the rain of arrows for him, but she didn't have the courage to repeat what she had just said.

"Mi'er." Wan Jun took a deep breath, raised his arm with all his strength, and fought side by side with Zhen Mi'er. "If I can return alive this time, I will do whatever you say."

Zhen Mier turned her head to look over, only to see Wan Jun's eyes like stars, his lips tightly clenched, and his tense jawline revealing an indescribable determination, just like the way he dragged her out of the fire that night.

At that time, she thought she saw the stars in her life, but she forgot that stars only appear at night.

So, after that night, Wan Jun lived with her in endless darkness, with no light at all.

"Mi'er, if she can do it, I can do it too." Wan Jun suddenly spoke, pretending to be relaxed, but it did not reassure Zhen Mi'er. Both of them were injured, but the enemy was like a tide, wave after wave, seemingly endless.

"You are not her, and neither am I." Zhen Mier sighed and said faintly, "Wan Jun, go while I can still hold on!"

"I won't leave." Wan Jun's face turned cold, Zhen Mier gritted her teeth, "Huan'er needs his father..."

"Huan'er needs a mother, too." Wan Jun's expression was fierce, almost ferocious against the backdrop of blood on his face. "My child, Wan Jun, must either have both parents alive. Or, both parents must be dead."

As Ah Shi led the way, he said, "Master Fang, you haven't had time to have lunch yet, right?"

Fang Zilan nodded, and saw Ah Shi push open the door of a private room facing the street. Inside, the table was filled with lunch.

"This..." Fang Zilan's face flashed with surprise, and Ah Shi explained: "I heard that His Majesty summoned Lord Fang to the palace early in the morning. I thought that if Lord Fang came here, it would be at least around noon. I know that Lord Fang always eats late breakfast when he is on leave, and I am afraid it will be the same today, so I asked people to prepare it in advance."

Fang Zilan pursed her lips and said, "What if I go back home first after leaving the palace and come back later?"

Ah Shi opened his mouth and swallowed back the words "You won't" that he was about to say. He knew Fang Zilan was swift and decisive and would never allow such a long and complicated matter to be delayed for no reason, but he also knew that the person who required her to go to so much trouble to fake his identity must be no simple person. He didn't want her to doubt him, so he simply didn't point it out and changed his words: "That's fine, it's just a lunch, nothing."

Fang Zilan didn't say much, she walked in and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and tasted the food, and stopped after a few bites, "Ah, are you living well in the Fang family?"

Ah Shi was stunned for a while before he said, "Very good."

"I heard everything you said just now about the conversation between you and the housekeeper." Fang Zilan's grip on the chopsticks gradually tightened. "I heard everything. You are now the housekeeper of Wanhua Tower. The Fang family..."

"Master Fang." Ah Shi interrupted her abruptly, his voice trembling, "Miss Lingyu is dead."

Lingyu? Fang Zilan repeated the name inwardly, and felt that it sounded indescribably familiar. Then she remembered that Xiao Xuan'er had told her that after Ah Shi took over Wanhua Tower, a girl hanged herself. Her name was Lingyu.

It caused quite a stir at that time, and Xiao Xuan'er even asked her if she wanted to say hello to the Fang family and take care of Ah Shi.

She refused after hearing this. In her mind, Ah Shi was the kind of bastard who would drive the girl to death. If she stretched her hand too far, it would easily cause trouble for Ah Shi. If others mistakenly thought that Ah Shi was able to gain a foothold in the Fang family because of her, she would probably have a hard time in the future.

But now seeing Ah Shi like this, it seems that Ling Yu’s death is indeed related to him...

Fang Zilan took a deep breath and put down the chopsticks in her hand. "Ah, are you willing to talk to me?"

After the crisp sound of chopsticks fell, the young man's dull voice was tinged with bitterness, "I just want to know what happened in Wanhua Tower seven years ago. I never thought it would cause Miss Lingyu to commit suicide."

"Seven years ago?" Fang Zilan thought for a moment, but found that she had no memory of this time point.

"I checked the accounts of Wanhua Tower. Seven years ago, a large amount of money flowed in, which allowed the girls in the tower to maintain their business." Ah Shi said faintly, "But I didn't find the source of this money in any of the Fang family's account books. At that time, it was the second year of the former head of the family, Fang Liren, and the elders of the Fang family kept a close eye on all the accounts and expenses. There was no possibility of any manipulation behind the scenes."