Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Late September.

Golden chrysanthemums bloomed all over the capital, and the news of the victory in the war spread throughout the country.

The war finally ended, and the Beiming Kingdom was defeated. Not only did it have to pay compensation for the losses during the war, but it also signed a hundred-year peace treaty with the Linyue Kingdom.

When the news came, there was jubilation both inside and outside the capital.

For Yu Yun Hanqing, the end of this war brought a great deal of bad news.

"why?"

Yun Hanqing stood in front of Feng Liuyun, his eyes red and heartbroken.

In the final raid, Duan Xuanyi chose to die together with the enemy leader in order to win.

"You promised."

Yun Hanqing's voice was shrill and desperate. She didn't dare to think that the only person in the world who treated her well besides Lingyu had left her forever.

Feng Liuyun said calmly: "The war is won."

Yes, he promised final victory in the war.

Yun Hanqing only now remembered that he had actually played a trick on him at that time.

To put it bluntly, for the country and the people, using Duan Xuanyi alone to exchange for peace for the whole country is a great "honor".

But why, the price was to lose the man she loved most?

Yun Hanqing knew that this had nothing to do with Feng Liuyun, but he still couldn't help but look at him with some hatred in his eyes.

Feng Liuyun felt as if his heart, which was always as calm as water, was stabbed by a needle. He wanted to speak:

"Han Qing..."

Before he could finish his words, Yun Hanqing interrupted him:

"The prince is coming back, I have to go pick him up, otherwise he will be scared."

Yun Hanqing ran out without looking back, her clothes flying in the wind, without caring about the noble status of the imperial teacher, nor about her own dignified demeanor as a princess.

After going down the mountain and returning to the palace, the people in the palace had already learned the news.

The capable housekeeper had already arranged the mourning hall, but the backyard was in a mess.

Yun Hanqing simply waved away those who came to his door crying and complaining, with an indifferent expression, making those who wanted to rely on the past favor to make trouble retreat back to their own yards.

The first thing she did when she returned to the main courtyard was to change into plain white mourning clothes. After doing some other things, she stood in front of the palace gate with a group of people waiting for the prince to return.

The coffin he brought back was cold and heavy, but the person he had been thinking about did not appear inside.

The deputy general who came back said: In the last battle, the prince stabbed the sword in his hand into the chest of the enemy leader, and he himself fell into the abyss of ten thousand meters.

When they had dealt with the remaining defeated soldiers, they only found broken armor and bloodstains on the ground at the foot of the mountain.

Experienced hunters judged that the man was probably eaten by a wild wolf.

Yun Hanqing was in a daze, as if he was out of his mind. He stared blankly at Duan Xuanyi's coffin without saying a word.

Many people came to pay their respects, after all, he sacrificed his life for the country and was a royal relative.

For a moment, the mourning hall was packed with people.

People come and go, some with genuine affection, some with a not-so-simple desire to watch the fun with mockery.

Yun Hanqing has been married into the palace for just over a year and has a gentle personality.

Everyone saw how she suddenly became high-ranking from a lowly status before she got married. Many people couldn't stand her. Every time she attended a banquet hosted by those ladies of high rank, she would be bullied.

In the past, the prince had sought justice for her and taught her how to "use power to bully others", but now...

The women who had mocked her but were blamed by their husbands because of her status as a prince put on hypocritical and sad faces and said words that were called concern but were actually just to watch the fun.

The words were irritating, but Yun Hanqing didn't even give her a glance. She only had the prince in her heart, and couldn't spare a single thought for anything else.

Feng Liuyun was also standing in the crowd, but seemed to be separated from the crowd by a layer.

His eyes were fixed on Yun Hanqing, but Yun Hanqing felt nothing. It was as if Duan Xuanyi was dead and she was no longer in this world.

Originally, Feng Liuyun wanted to stand up when she was scolded, but he knew that Yun Hanqing definitely didn't want to have anything to do with him at this time, so he could only hide in the crowd silently and secretly take note of those who spoke.

"When the Beiming envoy came to propose a marriage alliance, I advised King Xuan not to take the initiative to ask for war. You see, King Xuan is still young and too reckless. Now that he has lost his life, there will be no one to take care of this huge palace."

"I think the lineage of King Xuan is about to wither away."

Suddenly, a man's voice was heard from the crowd, speaking words of hypocritical sympathy, with a tone of pity that was filled with obvious sarcasm.

Hearing someone secretly cursing Duan Xuanyi, Yun Hanqing suddenly seemed to come back to life from a half-dead state.

Yun Hanqing turned his head and caught the speaker with his sharp eyes.

The man stroked his mustache and wore a dark blue robe.

Yun Hanqing recognized him. Duan Xuanyi had met him when they were traveling together and told her that this man was a pedantic civil servant who had some grudge against him in the court.

No wonder today would add insult to injury.

Yun Hanqing looked at the civil servant coldly, pointing directly at his nose and scolding:

"My husband went to the battlefield to serve the country and to enhance the prestige of Linyue. Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you judge him? If it weren't for my husband, you wouldn't be able to stand and talk without any pain in your waist right now."

"Even if my husband died on the battlefield, he died for his country. He is a hero in the hearts of the people of Linyue. How can I allow you to be so presumptuous? If you don't repent, I will report to the emperor one day and punish you for disrespect."

The person who was usually weak and vulnerable now stood up, his voice was firm, and his small body looked so reliable, yet so timid that people wanted to avoid him.

Just for a person like that, she is not afraid of anything.

Feng Liuyun was moved and shocked by Yun Hanqing's other side, but also felt a little sorry for her.

Yun Hanqing's words shocked the crowd standing in the mourning hall, and no one dared to say anything bad about Duan Xuanyi anymore.

Even the civil servant who had initially provoked the incident had a pale face. He stepped forward, apologized softly, and then left in embarrassment, covering his face with his sleeves.

Although the Xuanwang Mansion had lost its male owner, there was still a legitimate master who could support the family. Those who had originally wanted to see if they could take advantage of the situation temporarily gave up the idea and left.

The crowd gradually dispersed, Feng Liuyun was still standing not far away, looking at her intently, hiding his own presence.

The mourning hall gradually became quiet, with only Yun Hanqing and a few servants left.

Yun Hanqing took a stack of paper money from Lingyu and burned it in the brazier. All the paper money in her hand burned in the iron basin. The orange flames reflected in her eyes, revealing a calm look.

She is in a very abnormal state now.

At Longwen Mountain, when she first heard the news, she was heartbroken, and her words and actions showed a sense of despair and collapse.

There was still some clear hatred towards Feng Liuyun.

But now, in just a moment, Yun Hanqing turned into a dignified princess again, with a calm face, as if nothing had happened.

Feng Liuyun had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, after the guests in the mourning hall left, Yun Hanqing called Lingyu and other servants away.

In the empty mourning hall there were only the coffins of Yun Hanqing and Duan Xuanyi, and the invisible Feng Liuyun.

Yun Hanqing stood up shakily, looked at the red-painted coffin with deep affection and nostalgia, his eyes became determined, and he slammed hard against the pillar beside him.