Zhan Hu begged desperately, but to no avail.

I just sighed: When women become cruel, men really have no chance of survival.

Inside the house.

I don’t know if the daughter was disturbed or sensed that her father was in danger, but the usually well-behaved girl suddenly burst into tears, stretching her hands and kicking her legs anxiously, tears falling.

Yunying tried to comfort her for a while, but it was useless.

Looking at his daughter's face which was 70% similar to Jing Yi, he sighed deeply in his heart.

For her own sake, she would never meet Jing Yi again.

But her daughter's crying softened her heart.

Only once!

For the last time!

Jiaojiao, this is the only time, it won’t happen again!

night.

Late at night, when no one was around, Yun Ying carried Yun Jiao to the courtyard where Jing Yi was, and saw him lying on the bed, unconscious, his life or death unknown.

Holding the child, Yun Ying approached the bed and looked at his extremely pale face. She pursed her lips slightly, with no expression on her face. Her mood was indescribably complicated...

.

Main courtyard.

It was late at night and there was no candlelight in the room. It was so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Sitting on the bed was a pitch-black figure, so dark that only a vague outline could be seen.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, holding a slender body tightly in his arms, with his head buried deeply in the woman's neck.

For a long time, there was no movement.

Breathing, very shallow.

In this posture, without moving, the peaceful atmosphere lasted for the whole night...

The second day.

The doors and windows of the wing room were still tightly closed, and Prince Chen had no intention of going out. Everyone stood outside, looking in, but did not dare to get close. At the same time, the official residence was quickly decorated in a desolate white color, and a pitch-black coffin was placed upright in the center of the main hall.

Waiting to converge.

But no one dared to disturb.

the next day……

Day 3…

Everyone was extremely worried: "The prince has not eaten or drunk anything for three days. He has locked himself in there. Will something happen to him?"

"It's been three days! Even a body of iron will break down!"

"The dead are gone. No matter how sad it is, you have to accept this reality!"

Everyone stood outside the main courtyard, looking inside worriedly, discussing the matter sadly, and sighs came one after another.

The air is filled with a deep sadness.

It permeates everyone's heart.

Everywhere.

Han Ying said worriedly: "Han Feng, go and call the master."

Han Feng said in a low voice: "...Sister, the master is in a low mood and probably doesn't want anyone to disturb him. If I go in rashly, I'm afraid I'll be driven out by the master."

"But we can't let the prince go on like this!"

The butler sighed:

"The dead are gone, and the living must look forward, and life must go on!"

Everyone looked at each other and pondered for a long time. Han Ying then stepped forward, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and spoke tentatively:

"Master, please accept my condolences."

"It's been three days, Princess...it's time to bury her."

If this continues, the body will probably rot... At least the princess should be able to die in a dignified manner.

The cold wind also spoke carefully:

"Yes, Master, please consider the princess and the two young masters. If you continue to immerse yourself in sadness and drag down your body, the two young masters still need you and cannot do without you."

"My Lord, please take care of yourself!"

The butler also came forward.

Others came closer, trying to persuade, plead, and comfort each other earnestly.

Inside the house, there was silence and peace, so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard, as if no one was in the house.

Everyone tried to persuade him for a quarter of an hour, but no one responded.

Suddenly, an ominous thought flashed through my mind.

The princess committed suicide, and the prince was overwhelmed with grief. Could it be that... he was committing suicide?!

Suddenly his eyes widened:

"Your Majesty!"

"master!"

Several people rushed forward and simultaneously pushed the door open with their bodies. Inside the room, there was darkness and the stagnant air rushed towards them.

I saw, on the bed...