Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

Just as He Jinan was about to put down his teacup.

Suddenly, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, the teacup in the Ninth Princess's hand also fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Turning around, I saw that the two of them were standing there, stunned and motionless, as if they had lost their souls.

Moreover, his face was completely bloodless, and his smiling face instantly turned pale and weak.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that both of their bodies are trembling slightly.

Moreover, the Ninth Princess was already overwhelmed with grief and tears streamed down her face when she realized what was happening.

Just as the group was wondering what was wrong and about to ask them what was going on,

At that moment, the sound coming from downstairs was like thunder, causing everyone present to tremble and even their breathing to become heavy.

Lingyan felt a sudden dizziness, and her knees buckled.

If I hadn't grabbed the back of the chair in time, I would have almost fallen to the ground.

Her face was also pale, and her eyes were filled with disbelief and deep shock.

At this moment, the sounds from downstairs became increasingly clear.

Almost every word of those heartfelt shouts reached the ears of the people in the private room with perfect accuracy.

"General He, may you rest in peace!"

"General He, may your loyal soul rest in peace in heaven!"

"General He, we will always remember you!"

"General He, we've come to see you off!"

"General He, you must be well in heaven!"

"General He, thank you for protecting us!"

"General He, thank you for protecting the Great Zhao for so many years!"

"General He, we will miss you!"

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The cries of "General He" were filled with endless sorrow and reverence.

It was as if every word was forcibly pulled out from the depths of one's heart.

Those who practice martial arts naturally have better hearing than others.

So He Jin'an and the Ninth Princess must have heard about it beforehand, which is why they acted this way...

At this moment, the Seventh Princess, Xie Zhiyi, Jin Yuhuan, and Xia Yifei were so shocked by the heart-wrenching cries that they were speechless for a moment.

It took me a while to recover from this sudden news.

Their faces were instantly covered with sadness and heartache, as if they had been struck by an invisible hammer, their hearts aching so much they could hardly breathe.

But Lingyan refused to believe it was true.

She couldn't believe that He Jingchuan was dead.

He had promised her he would return safely before he went to war.

Besides, he's so powerful, and she gave him so many life-saving pills, how could he possibly...

Suddenly, she remembered the dream that had frightened her, a dream that still haunts her to this day.

Could it be that he was pierced by a thousand arrows?

So he would...

No, she didn't believe it.

She absolutely doesn't believe it!

Just as she was about to rush downstairs to confirm whether it was all just a false alarm.

But then they saw He Jin'an, as if he had lost his mind, jump off the second-floor window.

Lingyan's heart clenched suddenly. She was about to get up and rush to the window when she found that her legs were too weak to support her.

But she did not give up. Instead, she suppressed her fear and sadness, used all her strength to stand up, and ran to the window.

The others also realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly followed.

At this moment, Lingyan anxiously called out to the Ninth Princess, "Little Ninth, quickly take me down!"

Upon hearing this, the Ninth Princess did not hesitate at all.

He scooped up Lingyan and leaped out of the second-floor window, landing steadily on the ground.

The four people upstairs immediately turned around and ran downstairs.

Only the private room remained filled with joy, but no one cared about the happy occasion anymore.

...............

At this time, downstairs.

On the wide street, the Fifth Prince rode his horse at the very front with a solemn expression.

His figure appeared particularly solemn amidst the swirling snow.

Her white mourning clothes fluttered gently in the cold wind, and her head was also wrapped with white linen strips.

Behind him, dozens of soldiers marched forward with heavy steps.

They all stood tall and straight, yet at this moment, their shoulders seemed to be crushed by sorrow.

Their armor was covered by plain white linen clothing, and the cold metal lost its former gleam under the reflection of the snow, replaced by endless desolation.

They worked together to carry an extremely luxurious and spacious coffin.

The coffin was carved with exquisite patterns, each line seemingly telling the story of the deceased's glory and achievements.

The edges of the coffin were inlaid with silver decorations, which shimmered faintly under the snowflakes.

Behind the soldiers followed countless civilians.

There are men and women, old and young.

There were rich people, poor people, and even beggars.

But they were all dressed in mourning clothes, all in white mourning attire.

At this moment, a vast expanse of snow fell from the sky, the snowflakes like goose feathers, gently landing on people's shoulders and heads.

A thick layer of snow had accumulated on the ground, and every step made a crunching sound.

White paper money fluttered freely in the wind, intertwining with snowflakes, making it impossible to distinguish between the paper money and the snowflakes.

The entire street was shrouded in white; everywhere you looked was a vast expanse of white.

At this moment, everyone's face was filled with pain and repression.

The cries of the people echoed in the air; they were so loud and so heartbreaking.

They covered their faces and wept, their tears falling like broken beads onto the snow.

Sadness and sorrow were written on everyone's faces; it was an unspeakable grief, a sorrow that went deep into their bones.

Just then, He Jin'an rushed through the crowd.

But they were stopped by the soldiers.

So He Jin'an could only break down and scream at the top of his lungs, "I want to see my brother! I want to see my brother! Let me through! Let me through!"

The sound was so sharp and piercing.

Lingyan had just landed with the Ninth Princess when she witnessed this scene.

At this moment, He Jin'an had lost all his usual composure and was just crying and shouting like a child.

Yes, he was still a child.

He's just a ten-year-old child after all.

His only relative has now left him, so of course he would be so distraught.

That small figure was now charging left and right among the soldiers.

His once neatly combed hair was now a mess, with a few strands soaked with sweat and clinging to his tear-streaked face.

His face flushed red, as if it were set ablaze by grief.

His eyes were bloodshot, and those once clear eyes were now shrouded in endless pain.

Tears streamed down his face like a burst dam, forming a stream at his chin before dripping onto the cold ground.

The once exquisite shoes were now covered in mud and snow, and the whole body was trembling violently, as if it had been swept away by a huge storm.

Lingyan was heartbroken upon seeing this.

She immediately ran up to him and gently comforted him, "Jin'an, calm down, I'll take you there."

Hearing Ling Yan's words, He Jin'an looked at her with tear-filled eyes.

His sobs continued, but his frantic struggles subsided slightly.

Ling Yan then gently took He Jin'an's small hand in hers; the hand was cold and trembling slightly.

He Jin'an regained some of his composure and gradually calmed down.

Lingyan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Then she looked at the Fifth Prince in front of her and asked, "Fifth Brother, could you do me this favor and let this child see his elder brother at this time?"

Upon hearing this, the Fifth Prince dismounted and walked up to them, first bowing to Lingyan.

Then, frowning, he said, "It's not that I don't want you to see, it's just..."

Upon hearing this, Lingyan quickly pressed for an answer: "But what? What are your concerns?"

Upon hearing this, the Fifth Prince saw He Jin'an's determined and unyielding gaze, but was restrained by Ling Yan's presence.

He could only compromise and reply, "Fine, go ahead and see if you want."

Upon hearing this, without any further restraint, He Jin'an immediately ran towards the coffin.

With each step closer, He Jin'an's heart pounded faster and faster, and his breathing became erratic.

Lingyan was also filled with fear, but she couldn't show it.

They slowly made their way towards the coffin, step by step.

Her steps were very slow, her body was slightly stiff, and each step was very heavy.

His face was slightly pale, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of the coffin.

He kept praying in his heart: hoping that this was a dream, or that the person lying in the coffin was not him.

At this moment, He Jin'an had already arrived in front of the coffin.

When the coffin was opened, he immediately looked down.

But when he saw the scene inside the coffin, his body suddenly trembled, as if he had been struck by an invisible force.

His eyes were fixed on the coffin, and his small shoulders were heaving violently.

How could this be...?