The weak prince's queen

Following Xiao Zixuan's command, the palace servants quickly and methodically placed poor Dong'er on the pile of firewood. There was no expression on their faces, as if they were simply completing an ordinary task.

When everything was arranged properly, Xiao Zixuan walked slowly to Chu Xiyue, holding the torch, and gently handed it to her. Chu Xiyue stretched out her hand tremblingly and held the torch tightly.

At this moment, her eyes fell directly on Dong'er who was lying on the firewood pile, and she thought silently in her heart: "Dong'er, I hope we can be sisters again in the next life."

Chu Xiyue then gritted her teeth and, with all her might, threw the torch into the firewood. Instantly, flames erupted like a ferocious fire dragon, greedily devouring the surrounding firewood. The fire grew larger and larger, soon spreading far and wide, mercilessly burning Dong'er's body.

Chu Xiyue stared wide-eyed as the flames gradually engulfed Dong'er's body. Her heart felt like it was being gnawed by millions of ants, and the pain was unbearable. Tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks, drop by drop, wetting the front of her shirt.

The raging fire continued to burn for a long time before finally dying out.

Chu Xiyue suppressed her grief, picked up an exquisitely carved wooden box that exuded a faint fragrance, and slowly squatted down. She carefully stretched out her hands and gently placed Dong'er's remaining ashes into the box bit by bit. With each handful of ashes, she whispered, "Dong'er, don't be afraid. Sister will take you home..."

Throughout the whole process, Xiao Zixuan stood quietly by the side, silently watching the heartbreaking scene before him. He knew that any words would be superfluous at this moment, so he could only choose not to disturb Chu Xiyue who was immersed in great sorrow.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Xiyue finally placed the last handful of ashes into the box. She slowly stood up, but her legs were already numb from squatting for so long. A strong sense of dizziness suddenly hit her, causing her body to sway involuntarily a few times.

Xiao Zixuan was quick-witted and quick-handed. When Chu Xiyue became unstable, he quickly stretched out his hands and held her firmly.

Chu Xiyue was slightly stunned. After she came to her senses, a trace of gratitude appeared on her face. She said softly, "Thank you, not only for helping me this time, but also for what happened to Dong'er. I am grateful to you from the bottom of my heart. But...sigh, if our relationship wasn't so complicated now, maybe we could really be friends."

Xiao Zixuan stared at Chu Xiyue and said seriously, "It's not impossible. As long as you tell me the location of those treasures, I will definitely be able to ensure your safety in front of my father and mother. I guarantee it with my dignity!"

However, Chu Xiyue just smiled coldly, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of her mouth, and responded: "This is exactly why we can't be friends after all."

Xiao Zixuan frowned slightly and said anxiously, "Why don't you think about it carefully? Are you still thinking about the emperor's uncle? You know, the emperor has already dispatched a large number of elite troops to hunt him down. Right now, the emperor's uncle is probably too busy to take care of himself!"

Facing Xiao Zixuan's questioning and dignified questioning, Chu Xiyue stood tall and graceful, like a plum blossom blooming proudly in the snow, her face devoid of any fear. Her beautiful, luminous eyes shone with unwavering determination like the bright stars in the night sky. Without hesitation, she responded with unwavering conviction, "So what? No matter how many hardships and obstacles lie ahead, even if they're thick with thorns and steep cliffs, I firmly believe that he will rush to save me from this dire straits!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zixuan's face darkened instantly, his displeasure evident in his words. He asked in a low voice, "Are you truly so convinced that he will come to save you?"

Chu Xiyue raised her chin slightly, looked directly at Xiao Zixuan with a firm gaze, and answered decisively: "Yes, that's it!"

Seeing this, Xiao Zixuan could no longer suppress his anger. He swung his sleeves and shouted, "Someone, come! Send this Miss Lin back to her room immediately and send someone to keep her under strict supervision. No mistakes!"

However, Chu Xiyue surprisingly showed no resistance to this order. She simply raised the corners of her mouth slightly, sketching a faint smile, and then turned gracefully and calmly, following the servants who had come to escort her back to her room.

Along the way, her steps were light and steady, as if everything was under control. This was because deep in her heart, the man named Xiao Yichen had long become her most solid support and pillar of faith. She firmly believed that as long as she waited patiently, Xiao Yichen would surely come to her like a hero in golden armor and lead her out of her current predicament.