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

So she calmly and gently put Yunmeng down.

Then she stood up, looked at the assassin leader and said, "Please help cremate my maid."

Her voice was very hoarse and low at this moment, but what she said was still clear.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Shouldn't they be laid to rest in peace?

Why is cremation necessary?

Lingyan noticed their confusion but offered no explanation.

Instead, he asked, "Is it impossible?"

Upon hearing this, the assassin leader realized she wasn't joking, so he nodded in agreement.

Anyway, it's just a small matter, and besides, it has something to do with them.

So in no time, the fire was lit, and Yunmeng lay quietly on it.

Flames rose up, initially just weak yellow flames that swayed gently in the breeze.

The pile of firewood was neatly arranged, and Yunmeng lay quietly on it, as if she had simply fallen into a deep sleep.

Then the flames gradually spread and began to lick the firewood beneath Yunmeng.

The firewood emitted a soft crackling sound, as if playing the final movement of a symphony for Yunmeng.

Then the flames grew stronger and stronger, gradually turning from yellow to orange-red, and the intense heat distorted the surrounding air.

The firelight illuminated Lingyan's face, her eyes filled with grief and determination.

The assassins stood silently to the side, watching the scene unfold.

The heat of the flames also gave their faces a blush.

Then Yunmeng's clothes began to be touched by the flames, and the edges slowly curled up, and the color gradually turned yellowish-brown.

As the fire intensified, the clothes began to burn, wisps of smoke rising from them.

The wisps of smoke rising were as if the soul of Yunmeng were flying towards the sky.

Then the flames continued to rage, engulfing Yunmeng's body.

Her hair danced in the fire, then was instantly burned to ashes.

Its skin gradually turned charred black, like an ancient tree eroded by time.

The flames greedily licked every inch of Yunmeng's skin, making a sizzling sound.

The sound echoed in the silent air, filling one with endless sorrow.

Yunmeng's body gradually shrank in the fire, and her once vibrant life was now being mercilessly turned into ashes by the flames.

Her face gradually blurred in the firelight, until only a dark shadow remained.

The flames burned ever brighter, as if they were about to completely wipe out everything in Yunmeng.

The firewood crackled and popped in the fire, making a crisp sound, as if bidding farewell to Yunmeng.

As time passed, the fire finally began to subside.

The flames changed from orange-red to dark red, and finally slowly went out.

Only a pile of grayish-white ashes remained, lying there quietly, telling the story of Yunmeng's past existence.

Seeing this, Lingyan slowly walked forward, squatted down, and gently touched the pile of ashes with her hand.

The ashes still retained some warmth, as if the warmth of Yunmeng had not completely dissipated.

Her gaze was fixed on the pile of ashes, unmoving, as if time had stood still at that moment.

His expression was like a frozen lake, without a ripple.

However, beneath that calm surface lay a surging tide of sorrow.

The assassins watched all this in silence, a strange sense of emotion welling up within them.

Although they were assassins, at this moment, they were also moved by Lingyan's deep affection for her maid.

Then a gentle breeze blew by, raising the pile of ashes, as if to carry the soul of Yunmeng to a distant place.

Lingyan also stood up, looked at the sky, and silently prayed that Yunmeng might rest in peace in another world.

The reason she cremated Yunmeng was because she didn't want to bury Yunmeng in this unfamiliar place where she didn't know where it was.

It's impossible to carry Yunmeng's body all the way to Beili, and the body can't be stored there anyway.

It's impossible to leave it here; the carcass would definitely be devoured by wild animals.

So she could only cremate her and scatter her ashes across the heavens and earth, letting them drift away with the wind.

May she truly be as beautiful as a cloud and as free as a dream in her next life.

At that moment, the assassin leader's voice rang out beside her, filled with a strong sense of probing and wariness: "Don't you want to avenge her?"

Lingyan knew he was testing her, so she could only say something that didn't reflect her true feelings, appearing very calm as she said, "The dead are gone, the living are the most important. Since you have decided to serve your Northern Li King, I will naturally not kill his people."

The assassin leader pressed on, "Really? But you look very sad. She's so important to you, don't you really want to avenge her?"

Upon hearing this, the remaining assassins also stared intently at her, their eyes filled with hostility, their hands gripping their sword hilts, ready to strike.

Lingyan chuckled lightly, feigning ignorance, and said, "Is that so? So that's what you all think? But she's just a maid, and I'm the Crown Princess. It's only because she's been by my side since I was a child that I had trouble accepting her for a while. As for how deep our feelings are, that's impossible. Look, I've already recovered, haven't I? Do you really believe that there are masters in the world who treat their maids like their closest sisters?"

After saying her last sentence, her expression was so disdainful, and her smile so mocking.

Only she herself knew how much pain she was in at that moment.

Upon hearing this and seeing her current expression, the assassins finally believed her and stopped doubting her.

Yes!

She's right.

There is no master in the world who treats his servants or lackeys as his closest relatives.

How could they have just thought that a Crown Princess would fight them to the death for a mere maid?

He's completely obsessed!

The assassins immediately withdrew their hands from their sword hilts, their minds relaxing.

The atmosphere had calmed down considerably.

But only Lingyan remained vigilant and wary.

Then, she looked at the assassin leader and said solemnly, "Although I don't want to do anything to the person who killed my maid, he is too eager to kill me. I have no martial arts to protect myself, so if you can't keep an eye on him at all times, then cripple his martial arts. After all, I don't want to experience what happened today a second time."

She paused, then continued, "Moreover, you all know how valuable I am and how much benefit I can bring to your Northern Li. So think about it, if I were really killed by him, would you regret it?"

When Ling Yan said those words, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The expressions of all the assassins became complicated, and their eyes flickered with various thoughts.

Some assassins' gazes darted back and forth between Lingyan and Aliang, their hearts filled with conflict.

On the one hand, they had gone through thick and thin with Ah Liang and had a deep friendship.

On the other hand, the wealth and glory that Lingyan spoke of were indeed very tempting to them.

So they struggled inwardly.

Meanwhile, other assassins were already planning their wonderful future.

They imagined themselves living in luxurious mansions, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and enjoying endless food and wine.

As they thought about it, greed and longing gradually appeared in their eyes, as if they could already see that bright future beckoning to them.