These words pierced Irina's pain. She didn't believe that Fu Yunxi died like this. Although Fu Yunxi's condition was getting worse and worse, he was still fine in the past few days and could still eat and speak. Why? In the blink of an eye, everyone was gone. She cried and went crazy, broke everything in the palace, and beat the servants in the palace. In the end, Cheng Lei couldn't stand it and took her to the mourning hall. It was there that Irina saw Fu Yunxi lying in the coffin with a cold body.
She stretched out her hand tremblingly to touch his body. The cold body had no warmth at all. He has really passed away, and there is no Fu Yunxi in this world anymore. How could Irina be so willing? She had worked so hard for so long just to become his wife and dominate this man. But before that day came, he died.
She couldn't accept this fact, so she came to Han Yan. The person in Fu Yunxi's heart is Han Yan, who has never changed. She just has a sense of luck, hoping to learn the fact that Fu Yunxi is not dead. In fact, she herself knew that this might be minimal, but if there was not even a glimmer of possibility, then Irina really didn't know what to do.
"You like him so much, but you are not sad at all when he dies, so you know he is not dead at all, right?" Irina looked at Han Yan, and she was overjoyed by this discovery. Han Yan's performance is really strange. Does this mean there is still hope for everything
Han Yan looked at her quietly and said, "Why should I be sad? Princess, you seem to have forgotten one thing. The prince abandoned me in front of everyone. Why do you think I still like him?"
Irina was stunned. Yes, Fu Yunxi had caused such great embarrassment to Han Yan during Han Yan's hairpin ceremony. If it had been her, she would have hated Fu Yunxi very much and vowed to take revenge. But... once it was Han Yan, she refused to believe it, because if Han Yan admitted that Fu Yunxi was dead, then everything would really be hopeless. She suddenly sneered twice: "How can you be okay? He loves you so much that he even risked his own life for you. He died and you didn't even shed a tear. Zhuang Hanyan, you are so cruel." Thoughts!"
"Princess, what you said is wrong." Han Yan looked at her, his eyes still cold: "In this world, the relationship between people is always mutual. The entanglement between me and the prince started as early as when I moved out of Prince Xuanqing's Mansion It was over that day. In this way, the prince is just a stranger to me. Countless strangers die every day in this world. Wouldn't it be incredible if I were sad and crying for this." She smiled slightly. : "The princess and I are different people. The princess may be kind and naive." Her tone seemed a little sarcastic: "But Han Yan has always been hard-hearted, so if the princess wants to come over and ask Han Yan why he doesn't shed tears, Han Yan won't forgive her. I'll accompany you." After saying that, he turned around, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Irina: "But if the princess doubts whether the prince's death is true, she might as well wait and see the emperor's reaction. The edict must be true, you have no joke." After saying this this time, he walked into the room and closed the door with a "snap".
Irina was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized, and was about to go forward to knock on the door to argue, but she was timidly pulled back by a maid next to her. The maid seemed to be Irina's confidant, and whispered: "Princess Your Highness, Zhuang Hanyan's eyes are red."
Eyes red? Irina paused, remembering Han Yan's calm tone, but it seemed a little different from usual. Her eyes were red, had she cried? Zhuang Hanyan has always been a strong person, even when facing other people. It's always hard to figure out what she's thinking, and her emotions don't show on her face. Could it be that she had really learned about Fu Yunxi's death? She felt sad in her heart, but she didn't want others to see it, so she pretended not to care on the surface. In this way, it seems to be in line with her character. But... Irina really became desperate when she wanted to be here. Han Yan looked like Fu Yunxi was dead. There was no hope at all. What he saw with his eyes and heard with his ears was the real news of death. However, he naively thought that Fu Yunxi was not dead. Now he could not even deceive himself.
Thinking of following Fu Yunxi all the way to Dazong, before he could feel his tenderness, he suddenly disappeared from this world, and there would never be Fu Yunxi again. Whether it was the heroic and beautiful young man on the battlefield that year or the indifferent and indifferent young man today, neither of them belonged to the grassland of Xirong. She suddenly collapsed to the ground, as if all her strength had been taken away, and suddenly she covered her face and started crying.
Prince Wei's Mansion.
On this day, Prince Wei's Mansion was extremely lively, and most of the servants had smiles and joy on their faces. Just because the Dazong King Xuanqing Fu Yunxi passed away, King Wei and King Xuanqing have always been at odds. This is something everyone knows. Now that King Xuanqing has died of illness, it is naturally a great joy for King Wei. The rising tide lifts all boats, and the servants of Prince Wei's Mansion are naturally full of joy. Occasionally, there are a few young maids with a slight sadness on their faces, which is because they feel sorry for the death of such a magnificent person like Fu Yunxi.
In the residence of the female family members in Prince Wei's Mansion, there is a backyard, and there is a dark room at the end of the courtyard. The messy side of the house against the courtyard wall is littered with boxes and dirt, which makes people feel upset just looking at it. A servant carrying a basket walked into the yard, took out the lock of the door, and opened the door with a "squeak". Suddenly, a sour smell hit his face. The servant was a thin, middle-aged servant. He frowned when he smelled the smell, strode in, and placed the basket in his hand heavily on the table, causing a puff of smoke.
The room was dark. For a moment, there was a "rustling" sound. Only a little sunlight came in from the outside. You could see a person gradually getting up from the dirty bed not far away and walking towards the table. . The maid took a step back, as if she was disgusted by the stench of the man. The man walked directly to the table, stretched out his thin hands and opened the basket, and the aroma of food wafted out.
"This is..." The hoarse voice seemed to be filled with surprise, and even his eyes began to shine.
"King Xuanqing has died of illness. The Crown Prince has ordered everyone in the house to have extra meals today." The maid explained impatiently: "It's an advantage for you, so hurry up and eat."
King Xuanqing? The man was stunned for a moment, coughed a few times in excitement, and grabbed the maidservant: "Is King Xuanqing dead?"
The maid was startled, and slapped a hand on the man's face, and struggled away: "Yes. What's wrong?" She looked at the man with some fear, but saw the man suddenly She looked up to the sky and laughed and said: "Zhuang Hanyan, Fu Yunxi, you also have this day, hahahahahaha!" She laughed crazily. Under the faint sunlight, her face was as dry and thin as a forty-year-old old woman, but she could vaguely See how good it used to be.
(End of chapter)