The weak prince's queen

During the few days of recuperation, Chu Xiyue was immersed in chaos and confusion all day long, as if she had lost her soul and spent her days in a daze.

However, today, a thought suddenly crossed her heart, which was as silent as stagnant water - Dong'er's body still lay alone in the dark and damp cell! Thinking of this, Chu Xiyue felt a pang of pain in her heart. She could no longer sit still on the bed. She stood up suddenly, stumbling but determinedly walking towards the door.

As she reached the door, two burly guards stood in front of her, blocking her path. One of the guards said expressionlessly, "Miss Lin, please return to your room and continue to recuperate. Do not wander around..."

Chu Xiyue was extremely anxious and had no time to listen to their nagging. She raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily, "Get out of the way! I want to go to the cell, get out of the way quickly!" As she said that, she reached out and tried to push away the guards who were blocking her way.

The guard remained unmoved, standing firmly in his place, and repeated, "No, the Empress has specifically instructed that Miss Lin must stay in her room and not step out of it."

Chu Xiyue was furious and anxious, her eyes red. She struggled hard to rush out the door, shouting, "Let me out! If you don't, don't blame me for being rude!"

Just as the two sides were at a stalemate, Xiao Zixuan happened to come visit Chu Xiyue. He saw the situation from afar, his face darkened, and he strode over, sternly shouting, "Let her go!"

The two guards heard the voice, turned their heads, and saw that it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. They turned pale with fear and knelt respectfully, saying, "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."

Xiao Zixuan frowned, waved his hand impatiently and said, "Alright, everyone, step aside..."

The guards did not dare to disobey the order and responded in unison: "Yes, Your Highness." Then they quickly stepped aside and stood with their hands hanging down.

Xiao Zixuan turned around and looked at Chu Xiyue, whose face was covered in tears and whose expression was agitated. His tone softened unconsciously and he asked softly, "Miss Lin, what are you planning to do in such a hurry?"

Chu Xiyue raised her head, looked at Xiao Zixuan with tears in her eyes, and choked up as she replied, "I'm going to the cell. My poor Dong'er is still lying there with no one paying attention to her. I must find her body and bury it properly..."

Xiao Zixuan looked at Chu Xiyue, whose face was filled with anxiety, and comforted her softly, "Don't worry about this. I know very well that the friendship between you and your master and servant is deep, so as soon as I learned about this, I immediately ordered someone to take care of her properly. Come, I'll take you over to see her now." After saying that, he slightly turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

Chu Xiyue's anxiety eased slightly after hearing this, but she still couldn't hide her worry. She nodded gratefully and hurriedly followed Xiao Zixuan away.

The two of them were silent along the way, with only the sound of light footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor. After a while, Xiao Zixuan stopped, raised his hand and pushed open a door, and gestured to Chu Xiyue behind him, "We're here, right inside."

Chu Xiyue took a deep breath and slowly walked into the room. She saw a body wrapped tightly in white cloth in the center of the room. Her heart suddenly clenched. She quickly stepped forward, gently lifting the cloth with trembling hands. When she saw the face of the person before her, tears welled up like a flood—lying there was her beloved Dong'er!

Chu Xiyue's legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground. She suppressed her grief and reached out to gently stroke Dong'er's cold cheek, muttering to herself, "Dong'er..."

At this moment, Xiao Zixuan stood at the doorway like a statue, his feet seemingly nailed to the ground, not even taking a single step into the room. His deep eyes fixed on Chu Xiyue, who was immersed in grief inside the room, his heart filled with pity and reluctance, fearing that any careless action on his part would disturb this woman in her deepest sorrow.

Time flows silently and silently, and every minute and every second seems so long. I don't know how much time has passed, so long that it seems as if the whole world has frozen.

Finally, as if she had exhausted all her strength, Chu Xiyue slowly stopped sobbing. She trembled slightly and slowly stood up. Her once beautiful face had turned as pale as paper, and her eyes were as red and swollen as two ripe peaches, which was heartbreaking.

Chu Xiyue turned around with difficulty, her eyes, already red and swollen from crying, staring straight at Xiao Zixuan at the door through the mist of tears. Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice was hoarse and low, as if every word was squeezed from the depths of her soul: "I...can I ask you one more favor?"

Hearing this, Xiao Zixuan's heart tightened. He hurriedly took a few steps forward and responded eagerly, "As long as it's within my ability, I will do my best, even if it means going through fire and water!"

Chu Xiyue took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down a little, and then said in a voice with a slight tear in it: "Please... tell someone to cremate Dong'er." After that, tears slid down her cheeks uncontrollably again.

Xiao Zixuan nodded without hesitation and comforted softly, "Don't worry, leave this matter to me." Then, he quickly turned around and decisively gave orders to the servants behind him, asking them to immediately handle the relevant matters according to Chu Xiyue's instructions.