Old Man Tianji patted Yan Jun on the shoulder, and sighed regretfully.
Jun'er is one of his most outstanding apprentices.
It's a pity that I have too much obsession in my life.
"Xi and the princess have gone, let her be buried in the ground as soon as possible."
The old man Tianji persuades Yanjun.
Yan Jun fell down beside the pitch-black coffin, as if he hadn't heard of it, he barely stood up, his figure was a little unsteady, and he almost staggered and fell directly, but he stretched out his hand to support the coffin, and managed to stabilize his body.
He stared stubbornly at the sleeping woman in the coffin.
The corners of his lips were barely bent.
"good."
Very light very light word.
Yan Jun's eyes were in a trance, and he thought of what she said to him once.
She wants to go home.
So, she probably doesn't want to stay in Beiliang.
He shouldn't force it anymore.
he shouldn't...
***
Xihe was buried in Southern Chu.
Unexpectedly, Yan Jun let go.
He let her go home.
Everyone knows that when Xi and the princess were buried in the Imperial Mausoleum of Southern Chu, Emperor Yan suffered a serious illness. He stayed in bed for three months and almost went with Xi and the princess.
On the other side, in the Southern Chu Imperial Mausoleum.
Fu Yue was dug out by Xuan Qing.
In fact, it can't be called digging, after all, the place where she was buried was a mausoleum, not a small grave.
Not knowing where Xuanqing got the key, he opened the imperial tomb, brought Fu Yue out of it, and brought him back to the Nanchu Palace.
Looking at the daughter who had come back from the dead in front of him, Emperor Chu was terrified. After all, he watched the burial of his daughter with his own eyes. Having lost such an amazingly talented daughter, while heartbroken, Emperor Chu also had to accept the fact.
Now he almost accepted the fact that Chu Yunke was dead.
His daughter stood before him alive again.
Emperor Chu was really frightened.
He tremblingly stretched out his fingers and pointed at Fu Yue in front of him, and said, "You, who are you? Why do you want to pretend to be my daughter?"
"Yun Ke?... Are you here to claim my life?"
Emperor Chu looked terrified.
Fu Yue: "..."
The corners of Fu Yue's eyes twitched, seeing that Emperor Chu was about to make up a book of Liaozhai, she hurriedly interrupted this man's unreliable thoughts.
"Father, I am Chu Yunke, I am not dead."
Emperor Chu denied it outright: "Impossible. I watched your burial with my own eyes."
Fu Yue was a little tired: "Father, I just took the Turtle Breath Pill, and I didn't really die. Father, put away those weird thoughts in your mind quickly."
Emperor Chu: "..."
He coughed to hide his embarrassment.
"You say you are Yun Ke, what evidence do you have? And why do you want to fake death?"
Fu Yue rolled her eyes.
"What kind of evidence does this need? Isn't my face the best evidence? You can come and see if it's true."
Emperor Chu looked away in embarrassment, "Well, it's not necessary."
There is no doubt about it.
Yun Ke also stabbed him with words like this before, and didn't take him as the father seriously.
Fu Yue continued to answer another question from Emperor Chu.
"As for why I feigned death..." She smiled, and looked at Emperor Chu with cold eyes, "If it wasn't for my daughter's feigned death, why did Emperor Father think Yan Jun would retreat?"
Emperor Chu was stunned: "You mean—"
Fu Yue lowered her long eyelashes: "Yes."
Facing the unbelievable eyes of Emperor Chu, Fu Yue's tone was terrifyingly calm, "The two armies are fighting, and the heart is the most important. Chu Yunke died in battle, how could Yan Jun remain indifferent."
Then, she frowned slightly, and said, "It's just that I didn't expect Yan Jun to be so crazy that she would kidnap me directly."