Don't ask where people go

Chapter 1294 Fatal

"What do you mean?" Warners frowned slightly, with obvious suspicion in his eyes.

Fang Lihui opened his folding fan, covering most of his face. "It's a good thing to try your best, but it's also very exhausting if you worry about it all day. Miss Sasan, have you ever thought about why my cousin, who is known to everyone as a rare business genius, still tries his best to hold on to a position that should be easy for him?"

Warners stared blankly at the person opposite him. His face was half-hidden by the folding fan, making it unclear, but his voice fell into her ears without any error.

"My cousin has the acumen of a businessman, but he is too acumen, which makes him more sentimental than he should be. The business world changes rapidly, and he will only hurt himself if he is unable to make a decision. The position of the head of the Fang family is actually not suitable for him."

After a while, Warners's expression returned to normal, and she reached out and picked up the teacup in front of her.

"The tea is cold. I'll change a cup for Miss Sasan." Fang Lihui picked up the teapot, but Warners ignored him and took a sip of the tea. "It's really good tea. The temperature is just right. It's a pity that it's cold."

She sighed after she finished speaking, with a look of helplessness and loneliness on her face, "After all, it's inappropriate at the right time."

  Warners had something in mind, so how could Fang Lihui not hear her hidden meaning?

If Warners had met Fang Liren before he became the head of the family, they would have been a perfect match.

Unfortunately, they met too late. Fang Liren had already been imprisoned in the position of the head of the family and became the most powerful puppet of the Fang family. If he wanted to embrace his sweetheart, he had to break free from the shackles and become a bloody mess.

Vanas stood on the top of the mountain called the Lady of Persia, attracting everyone's attention, but he could not jump off the top of the mountain and die for the one he loved.

People like them are only suitable to wear the mask called decency and wander among intrigues and deceptions.

The so-called elopement is just the tip of the iceberg that the world can see when the mask is occasionally removed.

However, an iceberg is an iceberg. It will eventually stand in the distance, unmoved by the gazes of thousands of people, and remain as cold as ever after wind and rain, becoming an insurmountable existence in the minds of the world.

Fang Zilan looked at Zhuge Yu who was sorting out documents and teased, "Ayu, you asked me for a position before, weren't you trying to escape the rehearsal of the community play?"

Zhuge Yu put the documents on the table and sorted them out while talking to her, "I think Sister Lan has read the script of the community play, but it's not a big deal with just a few scenes. Why should I run away?"

Fang Zilan came close to Zhuge Yu and asked, "Ayu, you don't want me to go, so you are using various matters to hold me back?"

"Sister Lan, since His Majesty trusts you, you must live up to this trust." Zhuge Yu stopped what he was doing and said seriously, "Things have their priorities. The numerous government affairs are not an excuse for me to hold you back."

"So Ayu wants me to get started as soon as possible so that you can report to His Majesty and get a better position?" Fang Zilan's expression was indifferent and she was about to take the top document.

Zhuge Yu grabbed her restless wrist through her sleeve, "Sister Lan, just know it, don't make trouble."

"Really?" Fang Zilan did not break free from his hand, but tapped the document she was holding with her fingers, "Ayu, this is the report from last month, you put it in the wrong place." Hearing this, Zhuge Yu loosened his hand and pulled out the document under Fang Zilan's hand. He held the document in his hand and calmed down, and was silent for a long time.

Fang Zilan looked at the document he was holding tightly. Fine wrinkles spread from where his palms were exerting force. The wrinkled texture concealed his complicated emotions. She said with a firm look, "Ayu, you have something on your mind."

Zhuge Yu remained silent. Fang Zilan reached out and grabbed the other corner of the document. "If you don't want to say it, let me guess."

She looked calm, but exerted force on her hands secretly. "Your Majesty doesn't want me to participate in the New Year's Festival, right?"

Zhuge Yu's fingers loosened a little, and the document fell into her hands, with obvious fingerprints on it.

"If that's the case, please ask A Yu to tell His Majesty." Fang Zilan's fingers touched the creases, and with a little force, the paper was stretched out, and the wrinkles became lighter. "I won't lose face for anyone in the New Year's community play. Even if I play a demon, I will be the only one in history."

Zhuge Yu's expression relaxed a little, "It's not that I don't believe you. But Sister Lan, you should also know that this is no joke. The nine dukes and ministers were all conferred titles in front of everyone in the court, but your title of Duke of Yue was only announced to the world by His Majesty's imperial decree. Even if His Majesty's words are golden, you have been criticized by rumors in the capital. Why do you have to perform in the community play with the dignity of a duke and let people laugh at you? His Majesty intends to have you escort him during the spring hunt, as your first public appearance as the Duke of Yue, to shock the world."

"If someone deliberately humiliates me, even if I don't perform in the community play, there are other traps waiting for me, and I can't avoid them." Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently, "Who doesn't have people talking behind their backs? I don't care what others say. What's more, it was the same when I was conferred the title of Duke of the North and left for the northern border. It was just an imperial edict. I'm used to it and don't care."

"Since Sister Lan said this, do you hold a grudge?" Zhuge Yu frowned slightly as if dissatisfied. Fang Zilan chuckled, "Your Majesty, I am so grateful for your grace that I can't even begin to hold a grudge. To me, these empty formalities are not important. As long as I hold real power, that's enough."

"Do you hold real power?" Zhuge Yu repeated this sentence in a low voice and said no more.

After a while, Warners stood up and looked down at Fang Lihui.

She still looked like the daughter of a Persian rich family, and her reserved demeanor had not changed at all. "I have tasted the tea, and Master Fang is thoughtful. From now on, there will be no private relationship between the Persian Sassanids and the Fang family of Dajing. When we meet in the business world in the future, we will pursue profits based on our own abilities. I will not show any mercy."

Fang Lihui looked up at the dazzling person in front of him, and seemed to understand why Fang Liren would rather offend the prime minister's daughter than elope.

He also stood up, put away his folding fan, straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully, "Ms. Sasan's words today, Fang Lihui has taken note."

"Mr. Fang, see you later." Warners said this and turned away.

Fang Lihui stood up straight and looked at Warners's receding back, and sighed in a low voice: "Fate is really cruel and beyond our control."

However, in just a moment, he returned to his nonchalant and cynical look, fanning himself lightly, overlooking the world, lingering and admiring all the beauties in the world.

(End of this chapter)