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In the Yanhe River, the large boat carrying the eldest prince Wang Fei and others gradually moved away and then disappeared.
Since he has promised his nephew, Xiao Chen will naturally not pursue him.
On the shore, Ling Yu's vitality was gone.
A dagger can naturally not kill a human king, but if a person is determined to die and dies by himself, even gods will be unable to save him.
Xiao Chen squatted down and looked at Ling Yu's body that was still cold, without saying a word.
"He cut off his heart and wanted to die. He can't be saved even if he wants to."
Su Ye looked sad next to him, with complicated expressions in his eyes and mixed feelings in his heart.
There is no shortage of miraculous doctors in Yancheng, the imperial capital, who have the ability to rejuvenate the dead and heal the dead.
Although it is difficult to save someone like Ling Yu who has just died, it is not impossible, but it requires a high price.
But if a person only wants to die and has no desire to live, even if all the miraculous doctors in the world gather together, they will not be able to save him or her.
"Idiot, why are you so stupid? You are so provoked that you kill yourself after just a few words from others. I have suffered so much over the years, but I haven't survived all the time."
Su Ye looked at Ling Yu's face, which was a little pale, his eyes were a little moist, and his voice was choked.
"Don't blame him. He doesn't want me to take risks for him. He feels sorry for us more than he feels sorry for himself. His life... is not happy."
Xiao Chen held Ling Yu's hand and spoke softly, his voice soft and gentle, as if Ling Yu was still alive.
He felt a little guilty in his heart. If he hadn't taken him to the Soaring Dragon World and hadn't met Linglong, maybe everything would have been different.
He is lucky enough to be young. He is already a king before he is forty years old. If you give him time, he will grow up.
But... there is no such thing as the pressure of being the eldest prince of the Yanwu Dynasty on his own at such an age.
If it were you, would you be able to bear it
Xiao Chen was silent in his heart, unable to give an answer, maybe he couldn't bear it either.
Sometimes, he wonders why he cares and loves his little nephew so much.
Many times, when he looked at Ling Yu, he looked at himself as before.
Once you encounter exquisiteness, you will be wrong for life! You can make mistakes throughout your life, but you will never regret it.
Even if Ling Yu is given another chance, if he has the choice, he will definitely not regret foreseeing Linglong as the leader.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen remembered something and searched for a long time in the storage ring.
After a while, he took out an orb.
"What's this?"
Xiao Chen muttered: "This is a soul-fixing bead that can keep his soul alive for seven days. If there is a chance, I really don't want to use this treasure."
The soul-fixing bead was a congratulatory gift given to him by the ghost clan Qingcheng during the king-making ceremony in Kunlun Realm.
"What about seven days later?"
Xiao Chen said leisurely: "That's why I don't want to use it, because after seven days, I don't know what to do."
Whoosh whoosh!
Someone was coming. Xiao Chen and Su Ye raised their eyebrows and turned to look at them at the same time.
He saw a slightly slovenly figure, as light as a swallow, rising and falling in the air. One moment he was far away, and the next second he was in front of Ling Yu.
His hair was disheveled, his face was dirty, and the expression of the beggar uncle could not be seen clearly.
"I just went to Lingyin Temple... Big brother, I can't save you this time."
The look in the eyes of the beggar uncle was full of surprise, a little sad, and helpless.
Before Xiao Chen and Su Ye could ask further questions, the beggar uncle seemed to have thought of something, a light flashed in his eyes, and he left quickly.
"Senior, senior..."
Su Ye stepped forward and shouted several times at the beggar uncle's back.
The beggar uncle didn't even look back, and after a moment, he disappeared from their eyes.
Su Ye was slightly disappointed and looked gloomy.
Neither of them were stupid, so they could naturally tell that the beggar possessed special skills and was quite powerful. But he has no idea how high his cultivation level is, but he can't help but hold on to some faint hope.
Xiao Chen said softly: "Go back. If he can be saved, he will definitely not die without saving him."
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Five days later, in Yancheng, the imperial capital, the sun was blazing, and the sky was cloudless.
Such good weather is rare in Yancheng, the imperial capital.
Many people said that it was God's blessing. Even God was blessing the wedding of the eldest prince and Master Linglong. The entire imperial capital was filled with a festive atmosphere.
That's right, today is the day when the eldest prince wins the title of Linglong's head.
After brewing for a month and a half, this grand wedding, which had been spread all over the world and had long been known to everyone, finally came as scheduled.
The whole city celebrates and the atmosphere is lively.
Before the wedding, Qianjinlou had united, and all the ladies in the imperial capital were in charge. They boarded a flower boat and paraded through the streets for three days, pushing the atmosphere to its peak.
Such scenes, even in the most prosperous city in the world, are extremely shocking and have never been seen before.
As a result, on the day of the wedding, there was a huge buzz of people, and the whole city was looking forward to the wedding ceremony.
The streets near Qianjin Tower were even more crowded with people, like mountains and seas.
The Ancestral Temple has to be entered and exited by experts to guard against unknown risks.
But come to think of it, no one dares to be ignorant. No matter it is the eldest prince or the alliance, no one is easy to mess with.
What's more, the two parties join forces.
Everyone knows that it won't be long before the eldest prince, Wang Fei, will ride on the Huang Jiarui Beast. He led a huge wedding team to Qianjin Yixiao's building, and took Master Linglong to the Prince's Mansion before holding the wedding.
The better viewing positions in the attics on both sides of the street have already been taken up.
The wedding team has not yet arrived, but the warriors in the building are already discussing it in full swing.
"The eldest prince is really amazing. The battle for the prince is about to begin. He got married in a high-profile manner and formed an alliance with Qianjinlou. The eighth prince and the thirteenth prince were instantly overshadowed by the limelight. I heard that two-thirds of the one hundred and eight princes are... Come and participate in this raffle.”
"Haha, this is natural, we just want to watch the fun. But these things are different. Originally, the three princes had the same cards. Now the eldest prince got the alliance and helped, and the gap was immediately widened. "
"That's not all. The Excalibur family, which has never taken sides, will finally make a decision after learning about this gift and place its treasure on the eldest prince. This is even more remarkable."
"It can be regarded as a joint effect. Without this gift, there would not be so many princes coming to congratulate, and the waiting Su family would not be allowed to make a decision. It can only be said that the eldest prince married Linglong, the head of the family, this move was made. very nice."
"Yes, although luck is a vague thing, the whole world knows about this gift. No one in the entire dynasty knows about it. It is estimated that everyone already has a candidate for the prince in their minds. These reputations will surely help invisibly. The luck of the eldest prince."
"Hehe, we can just chat casually about these dysprosium seizures. Only big shots can participate, so we can just watch the excitement. It is said that this time all the Qinglian Sword Fairy will show up and come to the prince's mansion to enjoy the wedding."
"Oh, what a pity. What a pity. The wedding invitations have been sold to sky-high prices, which is totally beyond what we can afford. Otherwise, we really want to witness a group of immortal sword dances."
"I missed this time. I don't know when I will see Qinglian Sword Immortal again."
The atmosphere of the discussion in the building was extremely lively and did not stop for a moment.
However, the people at the table, who were in small groups, did not notice that at a wine table near the window, there were two people with calm expressions and a slight look of helplessness on their brows.
One of them was holding a folding fan, and the person opposite was wearing a hood and his face could not be seen clearly.
It was Tian Cesheng and the Ninth Prince Wang Yan, looking at the eagerly waiting crowd on the street downstairs and listening to the constant discussion in the building.
Both of them seemed uninterested and out of tune with this world.
"Brother Xiao, you still don't want to see guests?" Under his hood, the Ninth Prince asked softly, holding a glass of wine.
Tian Cesheng nodded and said: "The Yanyu Building has been closed for five days and is heavily guarded. I was able to enter after several interrogations. But I only saw Building Master Su and not Xiao Chen, which is really worrying."
The fact that the eldest prince forced Ling Yu to death was originally extremely secret, but Tian Cesheng observed the sky and measured fate, and when the Yelang star fell, he figured out that someone around Xiao Chen had died.
On that day, Xiao Chen agreed to help the Ninth Prince seize dysprosium, and what he wanted was related to Ling Yu.
After the Ninth Prince learned about this, he did not dare to neglect it.
After Wang Yan inquired in many ways, he roughly understood the whole story, which was a pity.
I wanted to comfort Xiao Chen, but he still couldn't see anyone, which made him even more worried.
Now that everyone is dead, does Xiao Chen still plan to stand up for his nephew
From the perspective of interests, it is natural that the gains outweigh the losses, and it is impossible for ordinary people to take any action. But if it was Xiao Chen, everything would be unpredictable.
The two of them looked at this lively and festive scene, feeling a little sad in their hearts, and neither wanted to say more.
The imperial capital Yancheng... is not Ling Yu's city after all. At least at this moment, no one cares about the death of a small person, and no one even knows about it at all.
They are all eagerly waiting for the eldest prince to appear and bring them the greatest gift in the history of the dynasty.
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