Chapter 126 But I already have that feeling for him

Night fell over Chengdu.

Wen Rufeng and others went to bed early.

Wen Xingluo knelt alone in the mourning hall, looking up at the pitch-black coffin, and also at the pale candles and lanterns.

Suddenly, there was a sound of partridge outside.

This was the secret code agreed upon by Wen Xingluo and Cuicui, indicating that Mu Zhiqiu had fallen into a deep sleep.

Wen Xingluo stood up and walked across the corridor to the room where Mu Zhiqiu was staying.

Cuicui stayed in the room and pointed at the woman on the bed, "Look, young lady, she's sleeping soundly!"

Xu Miaomiao has never had any rules or regulations in running her household. The entire Wen family is leaking like a sieve. The old woman who was on night watch had already gone into hiding to gamble and drink, so Wen Xingluo and Cuicui lifted Mu Zhiqiu up one by one and returned to the mourning hall quietly.

Pushing open the coffin, Wen Xingluo held up the candlestick and took a look inside.

Her elder brother, who claimed to be filial, was reluctant to spend money, and Wen Qingsong's remains were not properly arranged. His face looked distorted, as if he had died with his eyes open.

She dragged Wen Qingsong out of the coffin and signaled Cuicui to throw Mu Zhiqiu in.

But Cuicui was too rough and accidentally knocked Mu Zhiqiu's head against the edge of the coffin, waking him up from the pain, even though he should have been unconscious.

Mu Zhiqiu fell to the ground outside the coffin, covering his purple forehead with one hand. He glanced around in disbelief, "Wen Xingluo, why did you bring me to the mourning hall?! You want to kill me?!"

The candle flames jumped.

Wen Xingluo curved her almond-shaped eyes and spoke softly, "I had no intention of taking Sister Mu's life. It was because Sister Mu pushed me too far. Before I'm absolutely sure, my secrets and my thoughts must never be known to anyone. I don't want to be stabbed in the back, I don't want to be labeled as unethical, and I don't want my grandmother and mother to be disappointed in me. So, I have no choice but to let Sister Mu down."

"If you don't want them to be disappointed in you, then don't harbor such dirty thoughts!" Mu Zhiqiu sternly accused, "A woman of humble origins like you should be living in the gutter. How dare you covet the sun in the sky?! If I were you, the moment I had those thoughts about my stepbrother, I would have hanged myself out of shame!"

Wen Xingluo's face was calm, and the thin golden candlelight seemed unable to illuminate her eyes.

She pointed at her heart and whispered, "But I've already developed those thoughts. They're stirring within me, like flames or weeds, inextinguishable and indestructible... They grow against the wind, growing stronger day by day, clamoring for invasion and possession. I regard him as my private property, and won't allow outsiders to touch him even a little... And Miss Mu, you are that outsider."

Mu Zhiqiu laughed angrily, "It seems that you don't intend to listen to my warning at all. If that's the case, don't blame me for returning to the palace immediately and telling the Concubine Dowager and the Prince of Zhenbei about your feelings! Oh, and Commander Xie. I'm curious, what would his expression be like if he knew you had those feelings for him? How would he hate and despise you? Wen Xingluo, tonight at the Prince of Zhenbei's Palace is going to be exciting."

She turned and left.

Wen Xingluo suddenly said: "Wait!"

Mu Zhiqiu looked back, "You want to beg me?"

Before he finished speaking, a stick with an afterimage swept across from mid-air!

Wen Xingluo didn't waste any time and knocked Mu Zhiqiu unconscious with a stick.

She dropped the stick and dragged Mu Zhiqiu into the coffin.

If she had never tasted the feeling of being loved, she could certainly live in darkness forever.

But now she is Wen Ningning from the Zhenbei Palace.

It was Wen Ningning, who was loved by everyone in the palace.

She was moved and she longed for the warmth given by those people.

She couldn't bear to leave them.

For this reason, she was almost stubborn in being the well-behaved and gentle girl in their eyes, even if it meant getting her hands stained with blood, as long as it could hide her ugly side.

If only one of her and Mu Zhiqiu could get what she wanted, she selfishly wished that person would be herself.

The coffin slowly closed.

Cuicui asked curiously, "Miss, what should we do with Magistrate Wen's body? Why did we go to the trouble of stealing him out of the coffin?"

"His body should be dedicated to his mother."

"But Miss, how are we going to get his body into the palace?"

As soon as Cuicui finished speaking, a person suddenly ran in stealthily from outside.

Chen Yu took off the black scarf covering his face and said angrily, "Miss Wen sent someone to ask me out, saying that she wanted to explain to me what happened in Yangcheng, but why did you choose to set the meeting place in the mourning hall in the middle of the night?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the corpse on the ground in the light of the lamp.

His face turned pale and his eyes suddenly widened.

Wen Xingluo covered his mouth before he could scream, "Keep your voice down! Is it really glorious to be discovered that you, the son of the Shen family, went to the funeral hall in the middle of the night to meet with the daughter of the deceased?!"

She let go of Chen Yu, and Chen Yu slumped to the ground, his face filled with fear. "It's... you who asked me to come here, and it's not me who insisted on meeting you privately... What... what do you want to do?!"

"I need help." Wen Xingluo took out the silk cloth he had prepared in advance and carefully wrapped Wen Qingsong's body. "Please, Master Shen, drive the carriage and help me transport this body to the west corner gate of the Zhenbei Palace. My trusted maid will open the door for Master Shen. You just need to hand the body over to her."

Shen Yu was sweating profusely.

Transporting corpses...what the hell is this?!

He refused, got up and walked out, "What kind of person am I if I deliver a corpse in the middle of the night?!"

"The Shen family's Shu brocade business has not been doing well these days, right?" Wen Xingluo suddenly spoke.

Shen Yu stopped suddenly.

Wen Xingluo, treading on pearl shoes, swayed with each step as she slowly approached him. "You and Song Lianxin bullied me in Yangcheng, and my elder brother is still angry. I'm afraid he has caused a lot of trouble for your Shen family these days, right?"

The girl's voice was as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate, and it was really melodious and beautiful in the quiet night.

But Shen Yu had his back to her, and he had the illusion that he was being stared at by a fox in the dark.

Hearing the falling stars...

She was not as innocent and harmless as he imagined!

His eyes were red, and he turned around angrily and asked, "Miss Wen, don't you like me?! Why do you treat me like this?! How can you ask someone you like to steal a corpse in the middle of the night?!"

"It is precisely because I have a good impression of Mr. Shen that I let you in on my secret. As long as Mr. Shen is willing to help me, I am willing to speak a few good words for the Shen family in front of my elder brother. At least, I can enable your family's business to continue to operate normally."

Wen Xingluo tilted his head like a little animal, his almond-shaped eyes innocent.

But his hands, behind his back, were tightly gripping the wooden stick.

If Chen Yu didn't help her deliver the body, it would mean that he was unwilling to board her pirate ship. She would knock him out and throw him into the coffin, making him disappear with Mu Zhiqiu.

After all, what happened in the mourning hall tonight involves the prefectural government, so the fewer people who know about it, the better.

Chen Yu hesitated for a long time, then nodded and said, "Okay, isn't it just delivering a corpse? I'll help you! But you must explain it clearly to the prince and tell him not to target my family's business again!"

He covered his face with the veil again, carried Wen Qingsong's body tremblingly on his back, and left the Wen family in a hurry.

Having solved the biggest worry in his heart, Wen Xingluo was in a good mood and knocked on the coffin with his fingers.

The girl glanced at the dark coffin and thought of Mu Zhiqiu who was locked inside. She curled her lips slightly in the dim mourning hall.

She really didn't like having outsiders in the palace.