After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

"That's impossible!" Mei Hong was the first to question. "Our young lady was clearly fine yesterday. How could she be so desperate? Are you some Mongolian doctor?"

"Don't be rude!"

Yu Zhengsha scolded, saying that it was not the turn of a little maid to speak out in this mansion, but it was somewhat difficult for Yu Zhengsha to accept such news suddenly.

Yu Zhengsha closed his eyes, a look of sadness on his face. "Doctor, are you telling the truth? My daughter has..."

The doctor nodded slightly and said with certainty, "The daughter's heart has stopped beating and she has no pulse. Although she is still breathing lightly, no matter how you look at it, she is dead."

The doctor's words made Mei Hong's eyes redden. The first thought that popped into her mind was: if the young lady died, what would the eldest prince do? What would happen to her future?

He involuntarily took two steps back and fell into the chair.

Yu Zhengsha's expression was solemn, and it was hard to tell whether he was sad or not. There was only a hint of regret in his eyes. He had originally wanted to rely on her marriage with the royal family, but now it seemed that he had to give up this plan.

"Are you sure the diagnosis is correct?"

Yu Zhengsha asked one last time, and the doctor sighed, "Prime Minister, I'm deeply sorry. I understand your feelings, but I've been practicing medicine in Luoyang for many years. If nothing else, I've never made a misdiagnosis. Furthermore, the young lady's condition is indeed very special. However, for the sake of caution, you can ask another doctor to come back for another diagnosis."

Mei Hong, who was standing by, walked up to Yu Zhengsha and knelt down, tears in her eyes as she said, "Master, I don't believe the young lady could have died like this. Please find a doctor to come back and take a look."

Mei Hong kowtowed hard as she spoke, leaving blood marks on her forehead.

"Master, considering this girl's loyalty, why not find another doctor to check her out?" Jiang Bai, who was standing by, also suggested.

His implication was that it would be best not to give others a chance to criticize him. Yu Zhengsha obviously understood what he meant. He nodded slightly and said, "Jiang Bai, I'll leave this matter to you."

Jiang Bai took the order and went down, and Yu Zhengsha also left the room. He had to make some other preparations to prepare for Yu Qingli's funeral.

Mei Hong sat beside Yu Qingli's bed, reached out and held Yu Qingli's already cold fingers, tears falling on her face, "Miss, how is this possible? You are so young and so beautiful, how could you die?"

Meihong felt an indescribable grief in her heart. If the young lady died, all her dreams would be shattered. The eldest prince would never have anything to do with a little girl for no reason.

The rain outside the window kept falling, as if it was crying for the young lady.

The doctor Jiang Bai invited arrived very quickly. He was also a famous doctor in Luoyang City. What Mei Hong couldn't accept was that the conclusion this doctor came to was not much different from the first one. In their opinion, as long as a person's heart stops beating, he or she is dead.

After reaching a unanimous conclusion, Yu Zhengsha also instructed Jiang Bai to prepare for the funeral. Fortunately, the mourning hall of Yu Qingli's mother had not been removed yet, and the elegiac couplets and the like were ready, so Jiang Bai worked very quickly. He quickly asked someone to order a high-quality golden nanmu coffin and placed Yu Qingli's body in it as soon as possible.

In the guest room of the villa, Murong Feng was recalling the tenderness of yesterday and thinking about how he should talk to his father after returning to Beijing. No matter what, he had already set his mind on this woman.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, something terrible has happened!"

Qiu Hen braved the heavy rain and rushed into the room from outside, his face solemn and his eyes filled with some unclear contradictions. Should he tell His Highness about this matter?

It was rare to see Qiu Hen so panicked and embarrassed, so Murong Feng couldn't help but be curious, "What happened?"

"Ms. Yu..."

Qiu Hen couldn't bear to speak. If His Highness knew that the woman who was chatting and laughing with him yesterday was now lying cold in the coffin, it would be such a cruel and devastating blow.

Murong Feng was surprised by Qiu Hen's hesitation. Qiu Hen was never a person who hesitated. It seemed that something really happened to Yu Qingli.

A thought flashed through Murong Feng's mind, "Did Yu Zhengsha find out that Qingli came to see me?"

Qiu Hen didn't know how to answer and could only remain silent. Although he knew it was impossible to hide it, he still wanted to hide it for a while, right?

Seeing Qiu Hen's silence, Murong Feng thought he had acquiesced and could not help but sneer, "So what if he found out? Anyway, it won't be long before I return to the capital to ask my father for permission to marry Qingli..."

"I'm afraid that your highness's marriage will be cancelled..."

Qiu Hen chose the most obscure statement, but it made Murong Feng misunderstand even more. "Why? Even you think Yu Zhengsha can't marry his daughter to me?"

Murong Feng snorted coldly, his heart full of disdain. Even if he was a deposed prince, even if he was the laughing stock of everyone at this moment, everything was only temporary. He swore that one day, he would take back what belonged to him.

"Yu Zhengsha doesn't have the courage yet. As long as my father gives the order, I believe Yu Zhengsha will willingly send Qingli to my prince's palace."

"But……"

"No buts! I'm not going to bow down to a minister. Besides, my father should understand the closeness of our relationship and will surely side with me."

Just as Murong Feng finished speaking, he saw Qiu Hen kneeling on the ground with a plop and kowtowed heavily.

Murong Feng was surprised, "Qiu Hen, what are you doing?"

"Master, it was my fault for not protecting the future princess. Last night, after returning home, Miss Yu inexplicably...died!"

"Clang!" With a crisp sound, the teacup in Murong Feng's hand fell to the ground. The tea leaves splashed everywhere with the boiling hot tea, leaving a large tea stain on the bottom of his robe.

The smile froze on his face, and shock flashed across his eyes. He could hardly believe his ears.

"You, say that again!"

Qiu Hen's eyes were slightly red, and he felt extremely regretful. If he had taken the initiative to send Miss Yu and the others back yesterday, all this would probably not have happened. When that mysterious peeper appeared, he should have been on high alert. If these people were not coming for the prince, they were probably coming for the eldest lady.

Qiu Hen lowered his head. Although he had not been in the Yu Mansion for a long time, he could see that his master was very concerned about Miss Yu. Moreover, his master had been planning this for a long time when he was in the capital. If this marriage was successful, he would have an extremely important helper and bargaining chip.

But now, before it even started, everything was already in chaos.

"I ask you to say it again!" There was a hint of coldness in Murong Feng's eyes, and his tone became cold.

"Miss Yu is dead. I heard her body has been placed in the mourning hall! Prime Minister Yu has invited several doctors to examine her, and they all said she has no heartbeat."

Qiu Hen told Murong Feng everything he knew, but it made Murong Feng's face even gloomier.

How could this be possible? The woman who had just come to him yesterday to confess her love, how could the world have changed so much in just one night?

He doesn't believe it!

A crescent-white brocade robe was draped over his shoulders, and Murong Feng stood up from the chair and walked towards the door.

He wants to see it with his own eyes, seeing is believing!

How could a woman as beautiful as a fairy in the moon die like this?

"Yu Qingli! Qingli! As graceful as a light swan, as brilliant as glass, how could such a woman leave this world before she could bloom with her brilliant light?"

Murong Feng whispered, probably trying to convince himself, and walked out of the room with his long legs, hurried towards the mourning hall. Qiu Hen behind him hurriedly took out an oil-paper umbrella to shield Murong Feng from the bleak wind and rain.

When they arrived at the mourning hall, the elegiac couplets and white candles were already prepared. In the fine coffin, Yu Qingli, dressed in plain clothes, lay there quietly, like a sleeping fairy.

Murong Feng felt his heart sink, as if all hope and beauty disappeared without a trace in that instant. The face that always had a warm smile on it was now solemn.

Mei Hong knelt in front of the coffin, her eyes red from crying. After seeing Murong Feng, she knelt and walked towards him, kowtowed heavily, "Your Highness, please save the young lady. She is not dead yet!"

Murong Feng was stunned and suppressed his sadness. What was going on?

Mei Hong continued, "Your Highness, the young lady is still breathing. She is just asleep temporarily. She will wake up again. She will wake up!"

Murong Feng took a step forward upon hearing this, ready to investigate whether what Mei Hong said was true or not. However, Yu Zhengsha, standing beside him, was already showing displeasure and said, "Jiang Bai, why don't you drag this maid away? Any more nonsense would be disrespectful to the deceased!"

"I'm not talking nonsense, Your Highness. The young lady is truly not dead! She's clearly breathing!"

Yu Zhengsha said coldly, "Meihong, I don't want to embarrass you because of your loyalty, but if you continue to act like this, don't blame me for being rude to you. Several doctors in Luoyang City have said that Qingli is beyond saving. How can someone who doesn't even have a heartbeat still be alive?"

Mei Hong's eyes were red and swollen. She didn't know whether she was really sad for Yu Qingli or sad for herself. She just kept kowtowing to Murong Feng, hoping that Murong Feng would come forward to check, as if at this moment, only Murong Feng could wake Yu Qingli up.

"Don't pull it off yet!"

Yu Zhengsha gave orders to Jiang Bai. At Jiang Bai's signal, the servants who received the order quickly stepped forward and grabbed Mei Hong, trying to take her away from the mourning hall.

"I won't leave. I'm going to wait for the young lady to wake up. She will definitely wake up!"

Mei Hong's crying was miserable and heart-wrenching, making her sound more like Yu Qingli's family member than Yu Zhengsha's.

Yu Zhengsha waved his hand, and Jiang Bai immediately ordered the servants to drag Mei Hong away. The crying voice gradually faded away and was drowned out by the sound of wind and rain outside the door.

Yu Zhengsha took a step forward, a look of sadness on his face, and bowed to Murong Feng, saying, "Excuse me, Your Highness. It's my fault that my family didn't teach me well enough, and I frightened Your Highness."