It was very difficult for Yan Jun to utter the word death, his eyes were extremely dark, and there was a stubborn stubbornness in his trance. His fingertips in his sleeves were trembling, and he felt a vague sense of trance when he stepped on the ground.
How could she die... how could she die
The moment Xuan Qing nodded, a gleam of light flashed in Yan Jun's eyes, but soon turned into timidity again.
Xuan Qing turned her head and glanced at him lightly, the temperature in her eyes was very cold, and said: "Come with me."
Before Yan Jun could reply, Xuan Qing had already left.
Yan Jun followed without hesitation.
***
Inside a very ordinary tent, when the curtain was lifted, what came into view was—
A black coffin.
The moment she saw the coffin, Yan Jun's footsteps paused, and then stopped there, the coolness spread from the soles of her feet to her limbs, and then she felt dizzy like the tide.
Xuan Qing's voice sounded faintly.
"Why don't you come here, don't you want to see her?"
With a little sarcasm.
As if she didn't hear his ridicule, Yan Jun walked to the side of the coffin step by step with heavy steps, then raised her slender hands—
Push back the boards of the coffin.
Yan Jun's pupils contracted sharply, and his lips were tightly pressed. At this moment, a trace of blood gradually snaked down from the corner of his lips, which was extremely glaring.
The woman lying in the coffin had her eyes tightly closed, her face was serene, and there was no expression of pain. She didn't think she was in too much pain when she died.
Her face was the same as before, except that her face was slightly paler.
However, signs of life were literally lost.
Everything around him seemed to be still, Yan Jun couldn't see everything around him, only the person in front of him could be seen in his eyes, the emotions in his eyes were complicated, it seemed to be empty, and there was endless fear. But more is a sense of helplessness of being abandoned, like a child who can't find a home, and even the corners of his eyes are slightly red.
With his feet softening, the new emperor of Beiliang leaned down in front of the black coffin in a embarrassed and humble posture.
"Chu Yunke... Chu Yunke..."
At this time, Xuan Qing's voice sounded out of place again.
He said, "That arrow killed her."
"That arrow pierced her heart. With such a wound, even Hua Tuo would not be able to save her. Yan Jun, do you know? When she was dying and lying in front of me covered in blood, how much I wanted to kill her." you."
"I thought that even if you didn't like her, you wouldn't really order to shoot an arrow to kill her. But it turns out that I was wrong."
"You don't care about her at all."
Yan Jun lowered her head and spat out a mouthful of blood. He raised his fingertips to wipe, but the blood was getting more and more.
Hearing Xuan Qing's words, Yan Jun wanted to shake her head.
It wasn't he who ordered the arrows to be shot, it wasn't he...
How could he want to kill her, how could it be possible.
The young emperor looked at the coffin with despair and sorrow.
"Yan Jun, she is dead now, who are you showing your pretense to?"
Yan Jun didn't answer a word, and he didn't want to answer either.
He thought he could bear it.
However, it wasn't until she was lying in front of him breathlessly that Yan Jun realized that he was wrong, completely wrong.
When he first married Chu Yunke, he planned to take advantage of her.
Loving her was really not in the plan.
But - the love starts from the unknown and goes deep.