Chapter 195 Digging up the Young Master's Grave
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The rose garden is full of blooming roses.
"Miss Ning... the young master is buried in the back garden, right next to the red roses you planted with your own hands." Moss stood with his hands hanging down, like a gray shadow blending into the background.
Ning Fengsheng felt as if he had been struck by an invisible hammer. "That Nanchuan noble who changes clothes twice a day, gets angry at the slightest wrinkle in the sheets, and can't tolerate even the slightest speck of dust between his fingernails, would he allow himself to lie in the dirt?"
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"Moss, I don't believe it," she shook her head. "He couldn't have died so hastily, and his grave couldn't have been so shabby... You must have teamed up to trick me!"
"Ms. Ning, this is true."
"How could the heir of the Nanchuan family be buried outside?"
"The young master has attempted to assassinate the old master several times and has been expelled from the family tree." Moss lowered his head deeply, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty. "The young master loves this rose garden. He once said... this place is all about you, and he won't go anywhere else... The young master thought you left Beizhou Kingdom and would never return, so he turned this into his cemetery."
"This place is all filled with... me?" Ning Fengsheng murmured, his empty eyes sweeping across the courtyard that was blocked by roses and memories.
Every petal and every wisp of wind carries the man's domineering aura.
She walked along the path until she came to the deepest patch of red roses.
Sure enough, I saw a brand new tombstone standing there.
There was no photo on the stele, only the words "Ning Fengsheng's husband *Jue" were engraved on it.
Moss whispered that the young master didn't like his last name, so he didn't carve it.
The young master doesn't like having to bear the shadow of the Nanchuan family until his death...
The happiest thing in the young master's life is marrying Miss Ning.
Even though it hasn't been realized yet, he would be very happy if it was reflected on his tombstone.
The young master did not have a funeral. He had no friends or relatives, so there was no need to inform anyone of his death.
Before the young master died, the person he wanted to see most was Miss Ning, but he was afraid that Miss Ning would be too sad, so he didn't inform her...
The young master said that Miss Ning has always been strong and can live well without him...
Ning Fengsheng listened blankly to Moss saying, "Who said I can live well without him?"
"You repeatedly tried to escape from the Young Master. If the Young Master hadn't chased you to Country Z, you would have lived a good life."
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"The young master is very regretful. If he hadn't held you tightly, your life wouldn't be in danger."
"These are all lines written by Nanchuan Shijue, right?" Ning Fengsheng fought back tears and forced herself to remain calm. "I don't believe he's dead, no matter what."
Moss wiped his tears and asked in surprise, "Didn't Miss Ning say that if she came to see the young master for the last time, you would give up?"
"Open the coffin." Her voice was eerily calm. "Right now. Dig up this piece of land for me."
The color drained from Moss's face instantly. "Ms. Ning! Disturbing the deceased is disrespectful!"
"When I was alive, what didn't I do? I disobeyed him, talked back to him, and ran away from him time and time again... He was furious, but he always caught me back." She murmured softly, "Now, I just want to see him with my own eyes and ask him... How dare he die before me? How dare..."
Her tears fell silently, but the corners of her mouth curled up in a strange arc, crazy and desperate, "Otherwise, I will dig it myself. See if he is sleeping in... this pile of mud!"
Moss couldn't believe it and stared at Ning Fengsheng's resolute attitude.
"Nanchuan Shijue, stop pretending to be dead!" As he said that, Ning Fengsheng knelt in front of the tombstone and was about to dig the soil.
"Miss Ning, please, if anything happens to you, how will I explain this to the Young Master?" Moss turned and ordered several bodyguards, "Bring a chair to Miss Ning...and dig up the Young Master's grave."
Ning Fengsheng dug a heavy shovel into the soil and sat on a carved rattan chair, his eyes fixed on the deepening pit.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the rose bushes, casting fragmented, flickering spots of light on her pale face, flickering like the last extinguished spark in her eyes.
The bodyguards mechanically waved their shovels, digging up layers of soil and piling them up at the edge of the pit.
The only sound in the air was the monotonous sound of iron hammering into the ground and the rolling of soil, which struck heavily on everyone's nerves.
Moss stood beside Ning Fengsheng, his face grayer than the dirt.
Time seemed to be stretched out, and every second felt like a century.
The fragrance of the roses became stronger and stronger, so strong that it was almost suffocating.
Finally, a harsh sound of metal friction broke the silence——
The bodyguard's movements suddenly stopped, and he looked up at Moss and Ning Fengsheng hesitantly.
"Keep going!" Ning Fengsheng clenched his fists. "Dig it out! I want to see it with my own eyes!"
As the dark outline became clearer and clearer - a heavy Western-style coffin, like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, swallowed up all the light.
Ning Fengsheng's nerves were stretched to the limit, his nails dug deeply into the armrest of the rattan chair, and his heart almost stopped beating!
The coffin lid was pried open, and the heavy wood groaned hoarsely.
Ning Fengsheng suddenly stood up from his chair.
She staggered and refused anyone's support.
Every step felt incredibly heavy, as if dragging a heavy chain.
She walked to the edge of the pit and looked down.
It was no longer the handsome and gorgeous face she remembered, which looked fierce and domineering even when it was asleep.
There were only two cold urns, placed side by side on the dark coffin lining.
The big box is engraved with "Nanchuan Shijue" and the small box is engraved with "Nanchuan Sheng".
The last trace of blood on Ning Fengsheng's face completely disappeared.
She stood at the edge of the pit, her body shaking violently, almost falling down.
Moss reached out to support her: "Ms. Ning, be careful!"
"Bones...ashes?" Ning Fengsheng murmured, shaking his head violently. "Why ashes?! Where's he? Where's the Nanchuan nobleman?! You burned him?! Who gave you the permission to burn him?!"
"The young master was very particular about his image. He once instructed... if he died in an unsightly manner... to be burned... cleanly and thoroughly... he hated being seen in such a state... he wanted you to remember... always as his best self..."
"The best-looking look..." Ning Fengsheng's legs softened and he knelt down.
She stretched out her hands. The hands that had once been held in the palms of Nanchuan Shijue's hands, and every finger that had been kissed by him, were now shaking like dead leaves in the wind.
She walked into the coffin regardless of everything and picked up the urn engraved with Nanchuan Shijue.
“Nanchuan Shijue…” She lowered her head and kissed the urn with her pale lips. “It’s so cold… It’s so cold here… Isn’t it?”
Tears burst out.
She looked like a lost child, her eyes blank and blank. "Why are you sleeping here? It's all dirt... It's cold and dirty... Aren't you a germaphobe?"
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