It was hazy and rainy, and the moss was thick and thin.
Beside the official road, the seven-treasure fragrant carriage stood quietly by the side. Above, dark clouds gathered, shrouding the sky with sorrow.
The oil-paper umbrella blocked the drifting raindrops, and occasionally a few drops fell on Yunli's face.
The raindrops were cold, mingling with the warm tears.
The servant came rushing over and knelt at Yun Li's feet. He raised his hand to wipe the raindrops from his face and told him everything Shen Yan had said.
In front of the coffin, servants retreated in groups of three or four to look for dead branches and firewood.
The sound of rain filled my ears, and not a single ray of light could be seen in the dark sky.
Yun Li's body was staggering, and he was shivering in the cold wind.
She was dumbfounded, her eyes suddenly widened, her gaze passed through the crowded crowd and fell on the bamboo-green figure in front of the coffin.
Yun Li's fingertips couldn't stop trembling: "Is he crazy? The imperial physician said that Sister Song was sick because of worry. Sister Song was finally relieved, but she can't even be buried in peace?"
Yun Li suddenly pushed away the servant in front of her, her black hair scattered behind her, and she ran away with her skirt lifted up.
The servants behind him shouted anxiously, and some old women and maids snatched the oil-paper umbrellas and followed Yun Li all the way.
The sound of rain was pattering, the cemetery was silent, with only Yun Li's running figure.
Her makeup was hurried, her hair was loose and her hairpins were messy.
Yun Li pushed away the Jinwu Guards who were blocking him one by one and shouted to Shen Yan: "Your Highness, please don't go too far!"
Tears streamed down her face, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and they were all red. "What did Sister Song do to make you treat her like this?"
She had never seen such a cruel and ruthless person. Even the death row prisoners in the dungeon would not be burned after death.
Tears fell down her face. Yun Li had never felt so miserable.
The oil-paper umbrella was gently raised, and the pair of black eyes under the umbrella were calm and distant, and Shen Yan had a blank expression.
The Jinwu Guards drew their swords, the tips of the swords glowing silver, and stood in front of Yun Li in unison.
Yunli stumbled and fell to the ground.
Looking up, he saw dozens of Jinwu Guards standing between him and Shen Yan, looking ferocious and cruel with cold glares.
Yun Li supported himself on the ground with one hand, his palm and fingers were covered with mud, and his heart was beating wildly.
Shen Yan put his hands behind his back and took half a step forward.
The Jinwu Guards understood what he meant and retreated together.
Shen Yan walked to Yun Li's front and stood condescendingly. An oil-paper umbrella was held above Shen Yan, casting dim light and shadows on his face.
He lowered his eyes and his gaze lightly swept across Yun Li's face.
Shen Yan said calmly: "Is this how Master Yun teaches his children?"
Yun Li's eyes were wide open, and his light-colored pupils reflected the darkness in the sky.
shudder.
Shen Yan's gaze was as cold as a blade, and Yun Li's fingertips trembled. She realized belatedly that the person in front of her was the Third Prince, whom even her father did not dare to offend and whom she had to treat with utmost respect whenever she met him.
She suppressed the fear in her heart: "No matter what, you can't..."
Incoherent.
Cold raindrops fell from the sky and landed on Yunli's eyelashes.
He was shaking all over and couldn't utter a word.
Yun Li looked up in a daze, feeling cold all over.
The servants and old women of the Yun Mansion knelt outside, and no one dared to defend their master.
Shen Yan lowered his eyes and looked disdainfully, casually turning the jade ring on his finger, then turned his head and looked sideways, looking up at the coffin covered with dead wood.