When the word "甸" hit the man's eyes, he was shocked and his mind went blank for a moment. At the same time, a vague sentence echoed in his ears:

"The madam has already left, and the prince's life or death is unknown. Is he going to abandon us..."

That……

Isn't that a dream?

Was that what he actually heard?

Looking at the white layout, his eyes quickly became misty, blurry, and he could not see anything clearly. He did not care about his weak body and ran out as fast as he could.

mother!

No!

This can't be true!

He was in a dream, he was already dead, it was all an illusion!

"The prince is awake!"

"Oh my God, the prince is really awake... The imperial physician said that you are too weak to get out of bed, please come back soon... Ah!"

He pushed the servant aside and stumbled to the front hall, where he saw a dark coffin parked in the middle of the hall. On the tablet, there were clear words engraved:

——The tomb of Wei Shuang of the Wei family.

In an instant, his whole body shook as if he was struck by lightning. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground, bleeding from the wound on his chest.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

The servants ran towards him, and many voices of mourners expressed their concern, some genuine and some fake, in his ears, but he could hear nothing and see nothing clearly. All he could see was the coffin.

It seemed as if he and Wei were the only two people left between heaven and earth.

The distance was more than ten meters. He knelt and crawled from the doorway, moving with difficulty, inch by inch closer.

With every step he took, the bloodstain on his chest grew larger.

With every step I took, my breath got colder...

He seemed to be out of breath.

The familiar feeling came to my mind again, this feeling of being alive and breathing, but feeling cold all over, as if falling into an ice cellar; this feeling of being in the sun, but having no warmth at all. Life is worse than death, and death is worse than life.

mother……

His life was miserable enough, but God still did not let him go and pushed him into a deeper hell again.

Wei is dead.

His only concern was dead.

From then on, there was no place to come from in this world, only a way to return.

Zong Zhengchen, how could you be so cruel? It would be fine if you came after me, but Wei is innocent. What on earth did Wei do wrong?

Why would a grown man be so cruel to an old woman?

This is not a man!

He is a demon who will do anything to achieve his goal, a cruel beast!

Zong Zhengchen!

Zong Zhengchen!!

How could you do this to me!

You have pushed me into a desperate situation, but I will not die. I will not do as you wish. I will live well and take away everything you care about.

Rights, status, identity, including your woman!

I want you to experience the feeling of losing your loved one! I want you to suffer the same fate as I did!

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After Wei's death, a funeral was held. When Qin Ye and Zong Zhengchen arrived, it was already afternoon. Most of the mourners had left, and the palace seemed a little deserted.

As soon as I reached the door of the main hall, I saw the kneeling figure of King Li.

His back was slightly hunched and he looked so thin that he would fall down at the slightest breeze. After not seeing him for a few days, he seemed to have lost 20 pounds. His desolate back made people feel particularly distressed when they saw him.

"Xiao Ye..." Princess Ding was also there.

Her eyes were red and full of self-blame:

"Xiao Ye, it's all my fault. Something happened to Prince Li last night, and Madam Wei went to Prince Ding's mansion for help, but Prince Ding and I went back to my parents' home yesterday and didn't know about it."

"If I had been at home last night, this tragedy wouldn't have happened. I narrowly missed Madam Wei's death and I failed to save her..."