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

All the doubts in his heart were suppressed. Murong Feng had no reason to go forward to check Yu Qingli's body. Yu Zhengsha insisted so much that Yu Qingli was dead, so it must be true, right?

Murong Feng only felt that the sky outside was getting darker and darker, just like his mood at the moment. Everything was so depressing. He wanted to roar loudly to vent but couldn't.

Murong Feng's eyes finally turned red, and a hint of sympathy appeared on his gentle face. He tried hard to suppress the pain in his heart and said to Yu Zhengsha, "Prime Minister, I am inconsolable!"

Within a month, he lost his wife and daughter!

After returning to the capital, Yu Zhengsha would surely become the object of sympathy among the court officials. Perhaps even His Majesty would express his sympathy. After all, the wives and daughters of a first-rank official in the court were undoubtedly of a higher status than those of other families.

Especially Yu Qingli, who is so young and talented, she is truly a beauty that is envied by heaven!

And Murong Feng, the plan he had been planning for so long will soon turn a new page. After a brief period of sadness, he will probably have to start looking for new support and backup.

Yu Zhengsha raised his hands to cover his face, probably trying to wipe away the sadness on his face. He also knew that Yu Qingli was not dead yet, but for Yu Zhengsha, perhaps it would be more beneficial for him if Yu Qingli died.

At least, from now on, he no longer has to worry about his daughter who might stab him in the back at any time. At least, some truths that don't need to be made public will disappear and be buried with the death of this girl.

"Yesterday I saw the young lady, full of energy and cheerful, chatting and laughing. How come she has passed away after just one night?" Murong Feng's tone was filled with a hint of sadness and legitimate doubts.

"Qingli has a miserable life. Perhaps her mother's death a while ago was a huge blow to her, and she suddenly contracted this strange disease. I had hoped to find a good marriage for her in the future."

Yu Zhengsha's words evoked the pain in Murong Feng's heart. Just yesterday, they had promised each other a lifetime of happiness.

But in the end, everything turned into nothing in just one short night, and all the beauty seemed like a dream that was too short. In this dream, he met the woman he could entrust his life to, but this woman was like an elf from heaven. After a short stay, she returned to her kingdom.

Murong Feng closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to reveal the excessive sadness in his eyes. He could not reveal this in front of Yu Zhengsha, otherwise, Yu Qingli's death might become a handle that he could not explain.

After all, if you count it all, I should be the last outsider to see Yu Qingli. If someone deliberately blames me for Yu Qingli's death, then this trip of mine will be more harmful than beneficial!

He wanted to find out more and more who the person who was peeping secretly was.

Murong Feng remained silent. He didn't know how to respond to Yu Zhengsha's words. He vaguely felt that Yu Zhengsha's words were a test. What exactly was he testing? At this point, everything was meaningless, wasn't it?

Murong Feng's gaze fell on Yu Qingli in the coffin. She was so pure and beautiful, as if she was asleep.

At this moment, Murong Feng felt really sad in his heart. If this woman had not died, she would soon become his wife and the eldest prince consort of Canghe.

Although he approached Yu Qingli only because of her identity at first, but now, two years later, he is really attracted to such a woman. In such a big city like Canghe, it is probably difficult to find a woman who is so suitable for him?

What a pity!

The heavy rain continued to fall. Yu Zhengsha looked at the rain outside and ordered, "When the rain stops, bury Qingli!"

The servants in the mansion understood that Yu Zhengsha was so eager to bury Yu Qingli. The weather was getting hotter, and if they delayed any further, the corpse would probably smell.

But preparing for the burial without even considering a date isn't a bit too hasty. Even if you're worried that Yu Qingli's body will smell bad, you wouldn't mind a day or two, right?

Yu Zhengsha's actions aroused Murong Feng's suspicion. Could it be that Yu Qingli's death was related to Yu Zhengsha? Was he worried that if he delayed for too long, something would be revealed?

Even though he had doubts, he could do nothing about it. As a prince, he had to consider his own identity, and naturally he also had to consider Yu Zhengsha's identity.

So Murong Feng could only pray secretly in his heart that if there was an afterlife, he hoped to meet this woman again. At that time, he would definitely fulfill the promise that he had not been able to make in this life and give her a perfect marriage.

As soon as Yu Zhengsha gave the order, Jiang Bai agreed and then went out in the rain. Probably to prepare the ceremonial team needed for the funeral?

Murong Feng looked outside the door, feeling inexplicably sad. Did that woman really disappear from his life just like that?

The rain outside the door gradually stopped, and the sky began to clear up, with a faint sunlight. This kind of clear sky after the rain was exactly the same as Yu Zhengsha's mood!

"Seal the coffin! Proceed with the funeral!"

Following Jiang Bai's order, a servant brought the lid of the coffin and prepared to nail it shut and seal it. It seemed that they were ready to bury Yu Qingli directly.

At this moment, an inky figure appeared in front of everyone like a black lightning, with a hint of coldness in his low voice.

"stop!"

The servants were stunned for a moment, but the lid in their hands had already closed the coffin. A hint of pride flashed across Yu Zhengsha's eyes. Everything was finally settled!

A strong gust of wind swept towards them with anger, and suddenly blew over the lid of the coffin. Even the servants standing on both sides staggered back a few steps before stopping.

Yu Zhengsha's face was cold as he took a step forward and asked, "Your Highness, what do you mean?"

He was wearing a black robe with a ferocious unicorn embroidered with golden thread on the bottom. His black hair was tied up high and fastened with a white jade crown. His face was cold and sharp, especially his eyes, which seemed to have a bright light that could see through people's hearts.

The person who came was Murong Yanhui.

After parting with Yu Qingli last night, he suddenly felt a little hurt. For the first time, he felt so lost that he returned to the villa and drank with his confidante all night. When he woke up again, it was already dawn.

The moment the secret agent staying in Yu Mansion told him the news of Yu Qingli's death, he suddenly regretted why he didn't keep that woman by his side last night.

After a brief moment of sadness, Murong Yanhui quickly regained his composure. How could that woman die?! He didn't believe it!

He rode back to Yu Mansion at full speed, just to take her away. Whether she was alive or dead, she must become his woman!

What's more, he believed that Yu Qingli was definitely not a short-lived person!

He didn't expect that when he hurried here, he would see this scene. If he hadn't asked Yu Qingli about the situation at that time, he would almost think that he was a step too late.

Fortunately, there is still time!

Facing Yu Zhengsha's questioning, Murong Yanhui cast a cold glance at him, blurting out a mocking remark, "Prime Minister Yu is truly impatient! Yu Qingli is your daughter after all, yet you're burying her so hastily. What are you afraid of?"

"Your Highness, please don't speak nonsense. What do I have to be afraid of? Are you saying that my daughter's death is related to me?"

Murong Yanhui snorted coldly, "I really don't know the answer to this question, but there is one thing I know for sure: Yu Qingli is not dead at all!"

Yu Zhengsha was stunned. He was a little surprised at Murong Yanhui's confidence. Could it be that King Yan actually knew the cause of Qingli's death?

However, things have come to this point. No matter what the truth is, Yu Zhengsha is not going to make things more complicated. After all, as the old saying goes, the first effort is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted!

If he cannot eliminate Yu Qingli from his life this time, she will definitely become a big problem in the future.

Yu Zhengsha smiled bitterly upon hearing this. "Your Highness, I know you also had feelings for Qingli, but Qingli was unlucky and could not bear and return your kindness..."

Murong Yanhui waved his hand to interrupt Yu Zhengsha's high-sounding nonsense and said coldly, "I will take her back with me. In three days, I will definitely give you a lively daughter. How about that?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Feng glanced at Murong Yanhui and asked, "Little Uncle, do you really have a way to save Miss Yu?"

"Yu Qingli is not dead in the first place, so why would I need to save her? All I have to do is find someone to wake her up."

Hearing Murong Yanhui's confidence, Murong Feng felt vaguely relieved. Although his uncle was a playboy and had always been dissolute, he seemed to have never told a lie. Moreover, according to the servants who had followed the uncle in the past, he was a man who kept his promises.

"But the young lady has no heartbeat. Several doctors who came to consult have already said that this phenomenon means that the young lady is dead."

Although Jiang Bai had no expression on his face, his words were powerful. He seemed to be trying hard to prove one thing, that is, Yu Qingli was dead.

"absurd!"

Murong Yanhui rebuked him harshly, "I think you are completely ignorant. I once heard that some people practice a martial art that allows them to fake their own death, where they can achieve a complete absence of heartbeat or pulse, with only a faint breath. So, the absence of a heartbeat does not mean she is dead!"

Jiang Bai curled his lips in disapproval, but ultimately did not speak again.

"From what the prince said, my daughter can really be saved?"

Yu Zhengsha took over the conversation. How could he, being such a cunning old man, not know that if he did not agree to King Yan's request, he would probably cause unnecessary trouble. Besides, since he promised that he could cure Yu Qingli, why not let him try? After all, it wouldn't cause too much harm to him.

Murong Yanhui didn't say anything more. He walked directly to the coffin, carefully carried Yu Qingli out of the coffin, and then disappeared from everyone's sight like a gust of wind.