Could it be that Linglong was in danger?

But isn't she dead?

But this rabbit was torn from her shroud...

Wei Wuji's heart beat faster and he looked towards the huge coffin with eyes as deep as a black pool.

"Masters, you have worked hard in chanting the sutras. Let's go to the imperial kitchen and drink some ginger soup to moisten our throats."

The monks were all overjoyed. After thanking Wei Wuji, they left the Xianyin Pavilion one by one and went to the imperial kitchen.

Wei Wuji clenched his palms, took out a dagger from his sleeve, closed his eyes and opened them again.

He said in a deep voice: "Linglong, there are reasons for everything, don't blame me."

Having said that, he walked forward and tried to pry open the coffin nails.

His eyes suddenly widened.

The coffin nails had actually been tampered with!

Wei Wuji suppressed his inner anxiety, kept calm, and pried open the nails on the coffin one by one.

Even though he was mentally prepared, when he opened the coffin lid and saw the empty coffin, Wei Wuji was still shocked and almost fell!

Does the Emperor know about this?

No, my father must know!

Otherwise, who in the palace has the power to conceal the truth?

But why didn't the emperor thoroughly investigate the whereabouts of Linglong's body, but instead pretended to be ignorant and continued with the funeral?

Wei Wuji's face was gloomy and he ran towards the imperial garden.

He has always been self-disciplined and respectful, and is very dignified and pays attention to his manners. He cannot stand even a wrinkle on his clothes.

But at this moment, he ignored his scattered long hair, his messy jade crown, and the cold wind that messed up his elegant robe, and ran to the imperial garden at all costs!

The sky was dark and the night was thick, chasing after him.

Wei Wuji felt so weighed down that he almost couldn't breathe.

For some reason, the strange face of his father when he was staring at his uncle that day suddenly flashed through his mind.

He always felt that this answer might overturn his life.

Just as he stood still in the imperial garden, before he looked up, he heard a soft voice.

"Brother, why did you come just now?"

Wei Wuji's eyes were red and he looked up in disbelief.

His little sister, who was supposed to be lying in the coffin, had a look of sadness on her face that he couldn't understand, and a tall palace maid followed behind her.

Palace maid?

Wait? Isn't that tranquility?

He is not a man?

Xie Ling raised her eyes and said in the original voice: "Brother Lu, do you still remember me, Xie Ling?"

Xie Ling! It was her. No wonder he felt familiar with her the first time he saw her!

Wei Wuji suppressed his inner joy, looked around and found no one, then asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"

Wei Linglong stared at Wei Wuji with complicated eyes, the sadness contained in them was as heavy as a mountain.

The cold wind blows and the moon hangs high in the sky.

The wind blew across the pond, creating ripples.

It also blew Wei Wuji's long hair into a mess, half covering his red eyes.

The heart-wrenching pain made the young man bend over and unable to speak for a long time.

After a long while, he straightened up and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you going to do?"

"Leave the palace from the secret room and leave today, brother, let's go quickly!"

Wei Linglong hurriedly pulled Wei Wuji's sleeve.

But Wei Wuji stood still, his face looking terribly cold.

Linglong's slender eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, "What do you mean? If you don't want to go, don't waste our time!"

Wei Wuji seemed to have used up all his strength to pull out his sleeve that was grabbed, and said slowly: "You guys go, I...I won't leave."

Wei Linglong's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

She cried hysterically, "Wei Wuji, are you still human? The emperor's uncle is so good to you! You are an ungrateful bastard! An ungrateful bastard!"

Xie Ling walked up to her and hugged her, "Linglong, don't cry, in case someone comes."

Wei Linglong stopped talking instantly, bit her lips tightly, and stared at Wei Wuji with a stubborn expression.

Wei Wuji clenched his fists and unclenched them, as if he was explaining, but more like he was convincing himself, "Linglong, I am the prince..."

Wei Linglong's eyes were filled with even more sadness. "You are the most like him, and have been like him since childhood. Cold-blooded, power-hungry, ungrateful, and an ungrateful person."

"Go away. In this life, my uncle and I will sever all ties with you and never see you again."

Wei Linglong said this with some hope.

But the young man in white said "OK".

Her heart was completely dead.

He stared at Wei Wuji motionlessly. The wind blew past his eyes, making them sore and throbbing with pain, but he didn't want to blink.

"Go away, you're wasting my time."

Wei Wuji turned around and left without looking back.

Xie Ling half-supported Wei Linglong and brought her into the secret room.

"A Ling. Do you think I'm stupid?"

Xie Ling shook her head and gently touched the top of Wei Linglong's head. "Everyone has their own ambitions. We can't force others to do anything. Let's go quickly."

Wei Linglong took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Anyway, I still have you and the emperor's uncle. We will have a bright future and will slowly take revenge!"

"good."

As usual, Xie Ling went to the exit outside the Princess Palace and went out alone.

Before reaching the gate of Prince Yong's Palace, I could see the group of guards still patrolling from afar.

Xie Ling stood at the entrance facing the night wind and lit five sticks of incense.

This kind of incense was made by her herself. The effect was not very strong, but it had a wide range, so it could easily knock out these one hundred guards.

Xie Ling was glad that the dog emperor only sent a hundred guards. If there were more, they would have to fight back.

After a while, this group of guards fainted. A few of them who were in good physical condition wanted to go and report the news. However, as soon as they ran over, they were killed by Xie Ling who was hiding in the dark.

Xie Ling hurried into the palace and helped Prince Yong out.

Wei Xiuchu looked Xie Ling up and down, and was relieved to see that she was fine. "How is it?"

Xie Ling nodded, "Nothing, I knocked the guard outside unconscious, let's go!"

As she spoke, Xie Ling had already brought Wei Xiuchu into the secret room.

Linglong had already run over. The three of them looked at the map and slowly walked towards the exit outside the palace.

When Wei Xiuchu saw Wei Linglong's pale face and thought about how Xie Ling had been gone for so long, he knew what had happened.

He patted Wei Linglong on the back and said, "Your brother has his own reasons. Don't force him."

Wei Linglong sneered.

There was a hint of maturity and coldness on his young face that was not in line with his age.

"Whatever difficulties he has, he just can't bear to give up the throne. Uncle, there is no need to say more. One day, I will come back, and I will come back openly."

The girl clenched her fists and swore secretly in her heart.

This throne can be sat on by a man, a heartless person, or an ungrateful person.

The woman could naturally sit there as well.