After Ji Mohan slowly opened Yan Wanliu's letter, the beautiful and delicate handwriting appeared before his eyes. Ji Mohan took a deep breath before daring to read it carefully. After he quickly finished reading it, his already scarlet eyes became even scarleter, and tears streamed down his cheeks. Then, Ji Mohan first smiled sarcastically, which slowly turned into a loud, uncontrollable laugh, a maniacal laugh.
It was all fake, all a ploy, a liar, a liar, all liars. Perhaps Aunt Fang was right; he was a jinx, a plague, and everyone would leave him, everyone would abandon him.
Ji Mohan's eyes were pitch black, and a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He walked to the bedside, looked at Yan Wan's beautiful face, gently squatted down, touched Yan Wan's face, and said maniacally, "Yan Wan, even you lied to me. You lied to me so hard."
Even Yan Wan was deceiving him. He thought he had found salvation, but it turned out to be a blatant deception. He was kept in the dark like a fool. He should have known long ago. Every time he asked Yan Wan if she would stay by his side, she never gave him a definite answer.
So, everything was traceable. Ji Mo Han, you really are the biggest fool in the world.
You thought you were being saved, but you never expected to be someone's stepping stone, just a dispensable tool.
Ji Mohan looked at Yan Wan with cruelty and bloodlust, and said softly, "Yan Wan, congratulations on coming home, but I have no home anymore."
From this day forward, Ji Mohan will no longer love Yan Wan; he will hate her, he will hate Yan Wan to death.
Ji Mohan wiped away his tears, stood up, and instructed Song Jue outside, "Take the princess back to the capital and bury her in the imperial mausoleum."
Upon hearing the instructions, Song Jue immediately rushed in. He had thought the prince would continue to be depressed, but to his surprise, the prince was now even more indifferent and gloomy than before.
Song Jue glanced at the princess's body, then asked again uncertainly, "Your Highness, are you going to transport the princess's body back to the capital and bury it in the imperial mausoleum?"
"Hmm," Ji Mohan replied in a flat tone.
"Yes, Your Highness, I obey." Song Jue sensed that something was off about the prince. Usually, the prince would stay by his princess's body every step of the way, so why was he so calmly ordering the princess's body to be taken away?
Is it possible that the prince is also going to follow the princess?
Song Jue was startled by his own thought. He looked up at his lord again, and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that his lord was right. No, he had to persuade the lord. Song Jue racked his brains and said tactfully, "Your Highness, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences."
"Hmm," Ji Mohan replied indifferently.
Seeing that the prince made no response, Song Jue became anxious. Had he not been clear enough in his reminder? He continued, "Your Highness, you must take good care of yourself. How heartbroken the princess would be if she knew you were contemplating suicide."
"Heh." Ji Mohan looked up at the talkative Song Jue with a mocking gaze. "Get lost."
"Yes." Song Jue thought that he had upset the prince by mentioning the princess, which was why the prince scolded him. It seems that a heartbroken man is really very fragile.
After Song Jue left, Ji Mohan murmured, "She'll be sad? She should be overjoyed right now." Yan Wan cruelly abandoned him, returned to her world, and reunited with her family. Everyone was happy and harmonious, except for him.
"Yan Wan, you're so heartless, you're really something." Ji Mohan said through gritted teeth. You'd better not come back. If you fall into his hands, he'll definitely let you taste the bitterness of being abandoned.
Suddenly, Ji Mohan was stunned. Would she come back? Was he the only one who had been abandoned?
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