Female special forces soldiers in ancient times

The following day, a thick fog in the morning, like a mournful veil, heavily enveloped the royal mausoleum.

The ancient cypress trees in the park reach for the sky, each one resembling a wise old man who has witnessed many vicissitudes of life.

They stood silently by the roadside.

The tree bark is cracked, as if it bears countless sorrows.

The dark green leaves trembled in the biting wind, emitting a low whimper.

It seemed as if a tragic song was being played for the Crown Princess.

On both sides of the sacred path, snow-white marble statues appear and disappear in the mist.

The stone horse raises its head and neighs, the stone elephant lowers its trunk in silent mourning, and even the cold lines seem to be eroded by sorrow.

The long funeral procession flowed slowly into the depths of the cemetery, like a pure white river.

The palace maids moved with light, graceful steps.

They were dressed in plain white, yet their faces were haggard, and tears streamed down their faces.

They covered their faces with their hands, their shoulders shaking with sobs, their grief-stricken cries rising and falling.

The echoes reverberate through the empty cemetery, as if pouring out all the sorrow in one's heart.

Especially Li Qianqian's personal maid, Hongling, was in tears.

Tears flowed like a torrent.

The eunuchs standing nearby looked solemn, bowing their heads and staring at the ground.

I didn't dare to express my anger.

Some of the eunuchs had red eyes, were trying hard to hold back their tears, and their mouths were twitching incessantly;

Some secretly wiped the corners of their eyes with their sleeves, afraid of being seen.

In the center of the procession, Li Qianqian's coffin resembled a magnificent ice palace.

The gemstones embedded all over her body shimmered with a cold, eerie light in the mist.

It was as if Li Qianqian, the Crown Princess, was flickering with her unwilling soul.

The funeral procession moved slowly through the silence and sorrow, finally arriving at the cemetery in the suburbs.

There, several laborers responsible for digging the grave had been waiting for a long time.

They were dressed in rags, their faces filled with sorrow.

Standing to the side, his eyes revealed both awe and helplessness towards this task.

The shovel and hoe in his hands gleamed coldly in the morning mist.

It was as if they were also mourning for the Crown Princess who was about to be buried.

The laborers lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the funeral procession, and walked heavily toward the designated burial site.

Their rough, large hands gripped the tools tightly, and they began to dig, stroke by stroke.

Each time the hoe struck the ground, it stirred up a patch of earth with a rustling sound.

It stood out sharply in the quiet countryside, as if breaking the silence between life and death.

It also seems to be tolling a bell for the deceased, leading them to the underworld.

One of the older laborers had bulging veins on his forehead.

Sweat mixed with mist streamed down his face.

His movements were slightly slow but extremely forceful, as if he were expressing his respect for the deceased in this way.

The younger laborers beside them, though their eyes held a hint of confusion and fear,

But following the old man's example, he silently and diligently dug.

He would only occasionally steal a glance at the magnificent coffin before quickly lowering his head again.

Continuing their work, at this moment, throughout the entire royal mausoleum,

Only the constant sound of digging and the occasional low sob echoed through the air.

"Second sister, second sister, waah~ waah~, second sister......."

Li Qing, Li Rong, Li Chaochao, and Li Juanjuan, several children, watched as the farmers dug the grave deeper and deeper.

The deeper their sorrow and anxiety, the better.

They all stared at Li Qianqian's coffin and cried out loudly.

It was as if they wanted to use all their strength to wake Li Qianqian up.

Li Tingting had also changed her usual attire today, now dressed in a black outfit.

He kept wiping away the tears in her eyes with a black handkerchief.

The closer we are to parting, the more I recall the moments I spent with Li Qianqian.

No matter how heart-wrenchingly Li Qing, Li Rong, Li Chaochao, and Li Juanjuan cried out,

Lying in her coffin, Li Qianqian remained unchanged in the eyes of those farmers.

The steps were slowly lowered into the tomb.

Finally, as the farmers slowly added yellow soil into Li Qianqian's coffin,

Li Chaochao could no longer control her emotions and threw herself into Li Qing's arms.

"Third Brother, waah~ waah~"

Li Qing held his sister tightly with one hand and kept wiping away the tears in his eyes with the other.

Li Juanjuan also threw herself into Li Tingting's arms and cried loudly.

"Big sister, waah~ waah~, second sister, second sister, waah~"

Li Tingting seemed to be infected by Li Juanjuan's sadness.

At first, she was just silently shedding tears, but suddenly she hugged Li Juanjuan and started sobbing.

"Qianqian, your sister will definitely find out who's behind this."

I'll kill him with my own hands and avenge you!

After the farmers finished their work, Li Tingting took Li Juanjuan's hand.

I went to Li Qianqian's grave, lit an incense stick for her, and secretly made up my mind.

As people continued to burn paper money, incense, and candles at Li Qianqian's grave,

The wisps of smoke rose slowly and spread through the cool air.

Gradually blending into the thin mist in the mountains.

The royal mausoleum appeared even more secluded and tranquil in the misty fog.

The dark green silhouette of the ancient cypress tree appeared and disappeared in the mist, like a silent guardian.

Witnessing this final farewell.

The pristine white marble statue was also eroded by the fog.

The neighing of the stone horse and the silent mourning of the stone elephant seemed to be frozen in this misty atmosphere.

The funeral procession stood silently.

The palace maids' sobs were absorbed by the mist, becoming low and suppressed.

The eunuchs remained hunched over, their figures blurred in the smoke.

The somber atmosphere grew even stronger.

The laborers who dug the grave stood beside the tomb, their tools still covered in fresh mud.

It gleamed with a cold light in the fog.

Li Tingting held Li Juanjuan's hand, gazing at the coffin gradually shrouded in smoke.

His eyes were filled with grief and determination.

At this moment, the smoke grew thicker and thicker, resembling a heavy curtain.

It tightly envelops the entire cemetery.

As a gentle breeze blew by, the smoke drifted slowly, and when it dispersed again...

After a long time, Li Tingting finally took Li Juanjuan's hand.

They were the first to leave this place that caused them so much pain.

On the way, Li Tingting didn't forget to look back at Hongling, whose eyes were wide open.

"Hongling, Qianqian's funeral arrangements have now been completed."

"Starting today, you shall return to the General's Mansion!"

Upon hearing this, Hongling quickly curtsied, her voice trembling with gratitude and a sob in her throat.

"Thank you for taking me in, Miss."

"After I return to the manor, I will do my utmost to fulfill all my duties."

Li Tingting nodded and, holding Li Juanjuan's hand, continued walking quickly away.

If Li Tingting hadn't taken Hongling in, Hongling would have been a rootless person in the palace.

As a mere maidservant, once she lost her master's support...

Those palace servants who were once wary of the Crown Princess,

They will definitely bully her relentlessly.

She might be banished to a remote corner of the palace to do menial and arduous work.

They struggled to survive each day, barely fed and clothed, amidst endless longing and hardship.

They might even perish from the unbearable torment.

But now, with Li Tingting taking her in, Hongling has a new place to belong.

It can be considered a blessing in misfortune.

Of course, Li Tingting had also noticed her usual behavior.

Now, naturally, they won't ignore her anymore.

After Li Tingting returned to the mansion, she had barely sat down when...

After taking a sip of water, Chunmei rushed in from outside.