Upon hearing the news, He Yunze rushed over.
He hadn't slept a wink these past few days, living in a daze, as if he had died once.
He stumbled and fell all the way to the mourning hall, his knees bleeding profusely and a bloody mess.
He kept trying to convince himself and warn himself to maintain his dignity and not to cry too much in front of Zhizhi's body.
His status no longer qualified him to cry too sadly in front of Zhizhi, for he was afraid that it would damage Zhizhi's reputation and cause her to be gossiped about.
But when He Yunze saw the cold white cloth quietly placed in the middle of the mourning hall, his whole body went limp instantly.
It felt as if someone had pulled out all the muscles and bones from my body, and I could no longer stand up.
He initially thought it was all a dream, but when he saw the swollen corpse under the white sheet, everything seemed to become real.
He Yunze would rather the person who dies is him!
Overwhelmed with grief, he burst into tears.
"God is unjust! God is so unfair! The one who should die is clearly not her!"
God gave them a chance to be reborn. He had done so many wrong things in his previous life. He was the one who deserved to die!
He Yunce was breathing rapidly, feeling his mind go blank and the world spinning before his eyes.
He wailed and cried, tightly embracing the white cloth covering Song Xizhi's body, his tears almost turning to blood.
His outburst shocked everyone.
The Empress Dowager covered her nose with her handkerchief and couldn't help but take a step back, her expression somewhat ambiguous.
As the Marquis of Anding watched this scene unfold, his ears rang. He rushed forward, intending to embrace He Yunce and pull him away.
However, He Yunce struggled and refused to leave the vicinity of Song Xizhi's corpse.
He hadn't even seen her one last time, how could he leave?
Thinking it over, He Yunce struggled again, disregarding everything.
In the midst of their argument over what to cover up, they inadvertently pulled at the white cloth covering Song Xizhi's body.
The cold-toned white cloth was glaringly obvious; once it fell, Song Xizhi's unseeing face was revealed.
She was covered in blood, with a deep gash on her neck, the flesh torn open, and her face etched with struggle and pain.
Everyone in the mourning hall witnessed this scene, and their sobbing grew even louder.
At that moment, He Yunze rushed forward without hesitation and embraced Song Xizhi's body.
The Marquis of Anding's sorrowful voice rang out: "Yun Ce! She is your sister-in-law! Don't lose your composure!"
When He Yunze's burning body temperature came into contact with the cold corpse, his whole body stiffened, and he froze on the spot.
A buzzing sound seemed to ring in my ears, not only stopping my crying but also making my blood seem to flow backward.
Marquis Anding finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that He Yunce had finally calmed down.
But He Yunze's reaction wasn't because of what Marquis Anding said; he just felt...
This corpse seems very different...
Zhizhi, Zhizhi, no longer has the herbal scent that she always had...
The corpse in front of me is so strange, so unfamiliar, completely different from what I had imagined...
He couldn't pinpoint the difference, but it just was different.
How could Zhizhi be like this...?
He Yunze started trembling as he thought about this.
He gritted his teeth and stopped crying, hesitatingly wiped the tears from his eyes, then opened his eyes wide and continued to stare at the corpse in front of him.
The body had not been cleaned; it looked as if the person was lying in a pool of blood.
By this time, she had bled out, and the flesh at the wound was bulging out, looking gruesome and terrifying.
He Yunze held his breath, then slowly reached out, his hand trembling, to touch the wound on Song Xizhi's neck.
Although the details were extremely inconspicuous, He Yunze still found two wounds on her neck.
In addition to a fatal wound, there was also a very thin wound.
He recalled He Jingyan's description of Song Xizhi's death, and a buzzing sound filled his ears again.
The person in front of me is not Zhizhi!
The person in front of me is not Zhizhi!
If Song Xizhi died by running headfirst into the Crown Prince's blade while being raped, where did the other wound come from?
Did the Crown Prince hold a knife to Zhizhi's neck and force her to do things with him?
Thinking of this, He Yunze felt his whole body go limp, the world spun before his eyes, and he uncontrollably fell to the ground.
Everyone rushed over to help him in a panic, but He Yunze only felt a buzzing in his ears.
All sound disappeared.
He Jingyan rushed to his side, tears streaming down her face as she helped He Yunce up.
But He Yunze bit his lip and stared intently at He Jingyan's face, feeling that his brother's handsome features suddenly became distorted at this moment.
No...this is really wrong...
He could spot Zhizhi's problems, and he could tell at first glance that the person in front of him wasn't Zhizhi.
But why did her brother love her so deeply, even to the point of being willing to give his life for her?
But he didn't notice at all.
Why? !
He Yunze let He Jingyan help him up from the ground, and then grabbed He Jingyan's sleeve tightly.
He Jingyan was somewhat surprised and gently comforted her, "Yun Ce? What's wrong?"
He Yunze stared straight at him, strained his voice, and spoke with great difficulty, like a mute person uttering a desperate cry: "Brother... Sister-in-law's death was truly unjust..."
"Should we send a coroner to examine my sister-in-law's body...?"
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