Don't ask where people go

Chapter 1999 Defeat
"Young lady, I ask, you answer; don't break the rules." Manager Du sneered. Fang Zilan chuckled, "Who made these rules? So what if I break them?"

"There's a coffin shop right outside, and they have no shortage of coffins," Manager Du said sinisterly. "Little girl, I can let you die here quietly."

"Manager Du, you're actually a pretty nice person." Fang Zilan said sarcastically, "You even know how to collect corpses after killing someone, which is far superior to the people from the Ghost Gate."

Manager Du said in a deep voice, "What is your connection with the Ghost Gate?"

"Speaking of which, that man just mentioned there's another manager named Du who'll be in his coffin soon," Fang Zilan said, changing the subject. "He wasn't talking about Du Ruohan, was he?"

"Have you seen Du Ruohan?" Manager Du's voice deepened as he pressed, "Who exactly are you?"

"I'm here to do business." Fang Zilan composed herself. "As long as I can close this deal, it doesn't matter which Manager Du you choose."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "However, judging from the current situation, this Manager Du really doesn't seem to have any sincerity."

"You..." Manager Du began angrily, but Fang Zilan interrupted him, "In that case, I might as well go find another Manager Du—Du Ruohan—and say goodbye."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left. Manager Du behind her angrily said, "What do you think the Du Family Pawnshop is, that you can come and go as you please?"

"Many people have said this to me," Fang Zilan straightened her sleeves, "but none of them could persuade me to stay."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, and the statue in the niche fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces.

Then came her voice, "What makes Manager Du think you'll be an exception?"

"How dare you smash the statue of my Du family!" Manager Du was furious. Fang Zilan's face was as cold as frost. "What wouldn't a dead man dare to do?"

She turned her head and stared intently at the figure behind the screen, each word dripping with chilling killing intent, "Fu Mingyue, the daughter of the Wen family's ghost marriage, has come to seek revenge and take my life."

"Who do you say you are?" Manager Du stared at Fang Zilan in disbelief. "Fu Mingyue is dead..."

“Yes.” Fang Zilan approached the screen step by step. “But I died with my eyes open, so I came back from the underworld.”

"The person who killed you was Wen Ran, and the idea of ​​the ghost marriage was his..." Manager Du suddenly changed his tone halfway through his sentence, "In short, it has nothing to do with my Du family, so why are you coming to me?"

"Du Ruohan handed me the keys to the Du family pawnshop, wasn't it just to shift the blame?" Fang Zilan pushed over the screen, and Manager Du behind it, fearing he would be injured, quickly dodged.

Fang Zilan, however, had no intention of letting him go. The screen pressed down on his clothes, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. "If that's not the case, why would you send people to kill me on the way to the wedding, and then have martial arts practitioners impersonate me to assassinate Wen Ran?"

Fang Zilan stopped smiling and said seriously, "However, there is one thing I really want to ask Miss Mingyue of the Fu family."

As she spoke, the plum blossom sword in her hand landed on Wen Ran's neck. "Let's go together, which will make room for Mr. Xie and the others."

“Zixiu, in front of everyone…” Wen Ran’s face turned pale, but Fang Zilan interrupted him, “So I won’t act rashly, please rest assured, Young Master Wen.”

She deliberately emphasized the words "Young Master Wen," which sounded less like a respectful address and more like a warning to Wen Ran. If he didn't cooperate, his status as "Young Master Wen" would be in serious jeopardy. However, things had escalated to this point; did his identity even matter anymore?
Seeing that Fang Zilan had taken Wen Ran away, Xie Chen signaled the coroner, who had been hiding in the crowd, to come forward and examine the body. Awan also went over, but when she saw the wounds on Lord Wen's body, she froze on the spot.

“The Crown Prince’s wife?” Meng Tingyang called out. Awan came back to her senses and raised her sleeve to cover most of her face. “This is the first time I’ve seen such a sight. It’s quite frightening.”

Meng Tingyang understood immediately. If his previous statement was a test, now he had figured out the situation—his wife was using the identity of Zixiu, while Miss Awan was using the identity of the wife of the heir apparent.

Although the inside story is unknown, at least the identities of Zixiu and the Crown Prince's wife have been separated, so as not to cause trouble for the Zhongzheng Prince's Mansion.

So he went over and helped A-Wan step aside to wait for the coroner's autopsy results.

On the other side, Fang Zilan, holding Wen Ran captive, walked to the bridal sedan chair and asked, "Miss Fu, may I ask who carried the coffin just now?"

“Naturally, I am a member of the Wen family.” Wen Ran answered Fang Zilan, and with a light stroke of her plum blossom sword, she left a bloody mark on his neck.

"I'm not asking about you." Fang Zilan's expression turned cold. Wen Ran pursed her lips, but still dared to say, "My sister-in-law, Fu, is a noble lady from a secluded family. How could she possibly concern herself with such matters outside?"

“You keep calling me ‘my sister-in-law Fu’ so affectionately…” Fang Zilan drawled, “Anyone who didn’t know better would think it was your wedding day.”

Wen Ran's face darkened completely. "Zi Xiu, if you want to do something, just do it to me. Why drag innocent people into this?"

"Feeling sorry for her?" Fang Zilan asked sarcastically. Wen Ran turned her head away and ignored her, so she turned to the bridal sedan chair and said, "Miss Fu, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Young lady, I don't know." A soft female voice came from inside the sedan chair. Fang Zilan snorted coldly, "Miss Fu, I'm giving you one last chance."

"I really don't know..." Before Fu Mingyue could finish speaking, Fang Zilan cleaved the sedan door open with a single palm strike.

As the debris scattered, Wen Ran shielded the red-clad figure behind her, saying, "Zi Xiu, don't push your luck!"

“Wen Ran, you have people you care about, and I have people I value.” Fang Zilan’s face turned grim. “I’ve also heard the rumors that Patriarch Xiahou mentioned earlier. So I asked someone to secretly investigate the cause of Lord Wen’s death, but I was told that Lord Wen’s body was missing.”

She paused, "Just before I received your wedding invitation, the person I asked told me that they had found Lord Wen's body, and then they disappeared without a trace. Shouldn't I ask?"

Hearing this, Awan, who had been listening intently to the commotion, quickly looked at Meng Tingyang. After seeing him nod, she realized that someone from the Silver Armor Army had gone missing, and there was probably more than one.

If Fang Zilan doesn't get to the bottom of things, not only will she be unable to give Murong Qing an explanation, but the half of the token in her hand that commands the Silver Armor Army will likely become worthless.

"So he was one of yours." Wen Ran sneered. "Then his death wasn't entirely unjust."

"What did you say?" Fang Zilan pointed her plum blossom sword directly at Wen Ran, her smile forced. "What, you want to kill me?"

Fang Zilan remained silent. Just as the two sides were at a stalemate, the coroner's voice attracted everyone's attention, "Mr. Xie, Lord Wen has been poisoned and has injuries, but the fatal one is this sword wound."