You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

The wind was howling and thick clouds blocked the sky. It was so gloomy that it made people feel breathless.

Feng Xin and four other guards carried the pure black coffin into the side hall under the gaze of everyone.

The East Palace has been in turmoil these past few days, with the Crown Prince severely injured. Now seeing Feng Xin carrying another coffin in, people are even more panicked, with everyone guessing who is in the coffin.

The pitch-black coffin was placed on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust, and Feng Xin looked solemn.

After putting the coffin in place, he walked to the altar, lit three incense sticks, lifted his robe and bowed three times.

Seeing this, the other guards also lit three incense sticks and knelt down.

Feng Xin never thought that Lin Zhaoyue would die like this. Such a vibrant life was gone just like that.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling; there was regret, sympathy, and a little heaviness.

The cigarette was inserted into the incense burner, and the smoke was thin. Everything became blurry...

……

In the hazy mist, basins of blood were flowing out.

The palace maids were busy in and out, and Old Li was sitting in front of the prince's bed, with fatigue that could not be concealed on his face.

He held a tiny pair of tweezers in his hand and picked out the wooden splinter from Xiao Yan's leg bit by bit. His leg was now a bloody mess, and the white bones could be seen through the soft and rotten flesh.

Even though Mr. Li had seen many casualties, he couldn't help but grimace at this moment.

He couldn't imagine how painful it would be when the wood pierced his leg!

Xiao Yun was fed Ma Fei San and fell into a coma.

In a daze, he saw Lin Zhaoyue, wearing a light green skirt, carrying an exquisite food box and walking towards him with a smile.

He couldn't help but call out:

"Lin Zhaoyue..."

Fortunately, she is fine.

He knew that she would not die so easily.

Xiao Yan stretched out his hand, wanting to hold her hand, but all he touched was nothingness.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked sideways, and saw the girl's body from head to toe gradually turning into ashes and disappearing.

Xiao Yan's pupils grew bigger and bigger, and his dark eyes were filled with fear:

"No, Lin Zhaoyue, I won't let you go, Zhaozhao, don't leave..."

As if something was strangling his throat, Xiao Yan suddenly woke up, gasping for breath.

The tent with golden clouds and dragon patterns is his bedroom.

When Mr. Li and Feng Xin saw Xiao Yan woke up, they hurried over.

Feng Xin asked with concern:

"How do you feel, Your Highness?"

Xiao Yan recalled the scene before he fainted, and asked in a hoarse voice without paying attention to himself:

"Where's Lin Zhaoyue?"

Hearing Xiao Ying's words, Feng Xin lowered his head. He never lied in front of Xiao Ying, but now he didn't know how to start.

Looking at the silent Feng Xin, Xiao Yun's delicate eyebrows slightly frowned, and a feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart.

"Ok?"

Feng Xin calmed himself down, and after a while, he spoke with difficulty:

"Your Highness, when I found Miss Lin Er, she was already... no longer alive."

Xiao Yun only felt dizzy before his eyes, his blood boiling, and his delicate face turned dazzlingly pale.

My heart felt like it was being hit by a heavy hammer. It hurt a lot.

He couldn't help but put his hand over the piece of cloth on his chest and held it tightly:

"Impossible, impossible..."

"She won't die, she won't die..."

Xiao Yun tried hard to stand up but accidentally fell to the ground. His soft black hair spread out behind him, completely losing the demeanor of a crown prince.

"His Royal Highness..."

"Your Highness..."

Mr. Li and Feng Xin screamed at the same time and rushed forward to support the man.

"Where is she? Take me to see her?"

Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse and his dark pupils were frighteningly red.

"Your Highness, you have been seriously injured this time. Your body can no longer withstand the torment. What you need to do now is to have a good rest. Otherwise, I will not be able to save your legs."

Xiao Yun turned a deaf ear, his dark pupils filled with red bloodshot.

He tried to move, but he had no feeling below his knees.

He couldn't even twitch.

Xiao Yun half-leaned on the bed, lowered his eyes to look at his feet wrapped in gauze, his dark eyes were dim and his throat was dry.

As if all his strength was suddenly drained away, he only whispered:

"Take me to see her."

Feng Xin understood Xiao Yan's personality, so he didn't say anything else. He put him on the wheelchair and pushed him to the side hall.

In the side hall, white silk had been hung, and it was decorated like a mourning hall.

There are four bells hanging at the door, which can summon souls. When the wind blows, the clear sound of the bells can be heard.

The scent of sandalwood wafted in the air. Xiao Yun looked at the pure black coffin in front of him. Unspeakable panic spread throughout his body, and his jade-white fingers pinched the armrest to leave cracks.

"Open the coffin."

There was a hint of struggle in Feng Xin's eyes, but he knew Xiao Yan would definitely go and see it in person, so he said:

"Miss Lin's death was not pretty, Your Highness, please be prepared."

The heavy coffin was pushed open, and a strong smell of blood came out first, followed by an overwhelming chill.

That beautiful face appeared in front of everyone, so pale that there was not a trace of blood. Even her usually tender red lips were now deathly pale.

Her clothes were covered in bloodstains and were so tattered that they could barely cover her body.

The right hem of the dress is empty and the right leg is missing.

The left arm showed signs of being torn apart by a wild wolf, with only a bone left connecting the body.

She closed her eyes and lay quietly in the coffin, without a breath.

Beneath her was a huge piece of ice that had begun to melt, mixing with blood and wetting the corners of her clothes.

In my ears is the sound of the wind:

"It's hot today. The ice was put there to relieve the pain of Miss Lin's body. I put it there without permission. I have offended Miss Lin. Your Highness, please punish me. As for the clothes, it is only proper to let Madam Lin change them for Miss Lin herself. I did not move them. If Your Highness wishes..."

Xiao Yun couldn't hear what he said at all at this moment, and his dark eyes were fixed on the person in the coffin.

Suddenly, he stood up holding the handrail and staggered to hold on to the coffin.

The white gauze was instantly stained with blood.

Feng Xin was horrified:

"Your Highness, no, your legs can't bear it."

Xiao Yan's body was shaking, and he didn't know whether it was because his calves were too weak to support him or because of the boundless fear in his heart.

Feng Xin reached out to help him, but Xiao Yan said in a deep voice:

"go out."

"Your Highness..."

Feng Xin's eyes were full of worry.

"I order you to get out!"

Looking at Xiao Yan who was on the verge of collapse, Feng Xin gritted his teeth and said:

"Yes."

As the footsteps faded away, Xiao Yan's body trembled more violently.

The scarlet blood seeped out of the gauze and kept flowing down. The pain in the body was nothing compared to the grief in the heart.

He stretched out his jade-white fingers and touched her cold skin. A bone-chilling chill came from his fingertips. It was the coldness that only the dead could feel.

Xiao Yan looked at the person in the coffin with red eyes. The light in his eyes was shattered, revealing helplessness and collapse:

"Why? Why..."

The man cried out heart-wrenchingly, feeling desperate, self-blaming, and heartbroken.

He was just that close and could have caught her.

No, she must not be dead.

The person in front of me must be a fake. How could she die like this?

Fake, all fake!