Chapter 422 Burial

A black coffin was placed in the middle of the side hall. Shen Changze saw it as soon as he entered the hall.

The black color was too dazzling, and it made Shen Changze's eyes red and his expression crazy.

He rushed over in a few steps, trembling and covering the coffin with his hands, staring at it intently.

The memories before the coma came back to his mind. Shen Changze found it hard to accept, but he had to accept it.

"Jinchu..." Shen Changze pushed the coffin lid with both hands.

He was a military general. If it was a normal day, he would be able to push open this thin coffin lid easily.

But today he was injured and had not eaten or drunk anything for a day, so he was limp and weak. The coffin lid in front of him seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and did not move at all.

"My Lord, let the Madam rest in peace." The guards stepped forward to dissuade him.

Shen Changze turned his head and stared at them, and ordered in a cold voice: "Open it."

Several guards hesitated for a moment, and hesitated to move.

"Open it!" Shen Changze was angry.

"Yes." The guards did not dare to disobey, and hurried forward to push open the coffin lid.

"Click--" The sound made when the coffin lid was pushed open was very harsh, and Shen Changze felt impatient.

As soon as the coffin lid was pushed open, Shen Changze could not wait to walk over, grasping the coffin wall tightly with both hands, and looking into the coffin with a sad expression.

Cheng Jinchu, dressed in a red military uniform, slept quietly in the narrow coffin. Her face and hair had been combed, very neat, but her face was pale and scary.

"Jinchu..." Shen Changze was not afraid at all, and tremblingly reached out to touch Cheng Jinchu's face.

It was the coldest time of the year and a day had passed. Cheng Jinchu's body had already become cold and stiff, and icy to the touch. But

Shen Changze seemed not to feel it. After stroking her face, he held Cheng Jinchu's cold and hard hand and whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Jinchu, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well, I'm ashamed of my master..."

Although Cheng Jinchu's death shocked Shen Changze, he was not crazy and his mind was very clear.

When he woke up, he just didn't want to face the reality and wanted to treat it as a nightmare.

Now that he saw Cheng Jinchu's corpse with his own eyes and touched her temperatureless body, he had no place to escape anymore.

"Jinchu, I'm sorry..." Shen Changze looked at Cheng Jinchu and choked with tears. The wet tears dripped onto Cheng Jinchu's face, staining it with transparent splashes.

Yu Cheng, who came after hearing the news, saw Shen Changze's appearance after entering the hall, and stepped forward after sighing.

"Mrs. Shen is a heroine of Dazhao, and she deserves the respect of the soldiers and civilians of Dazhao."

Shen Changze heard this, wiped the tears from his face, looked up, looked at Yu Cheng and said: "Thank you, Your Highness, for taking care of my wife's funeral."

Yu Cheng said: "It's as she should be. Mrs. Shen sacrificed her body for the country, and I admire her very much."

Shen Changze said no more, retracted his gaze and continued to look at Cheng Jinchu in the coffin.

He looked at Cheng Jinchu's sleeping face and remembered the time when he first arrived at the border and saw Cheng Jinchu, who was riding a horse and looking so heroic. The surprise at that glance made him lose his mind for a moment.

Later, after the two met, Cheng Jinchu took him to ride horses and became familiar with every place in the border. Cheng Jinchu,

dressed in red, galloped freely in the grass and mountains, like a hot azalea, blooming in Shen Changze's heart, brushing away his hesitation.

Later, he married Cheng Jinchu as his wife, and the couple's feelings gradually deepened. After having a child, the family of four lived in harmony...

The past flashed through his mind, and finally fixed on Cheng Jinchu's pretty and bright smile and the affectionate "husband", which made Shen Changze feel a sharp pain in his heart.

"Jinchu..." Shen Changze cried out in pain involuntarily, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at the person in the coffin, feeling regretful and ashamed.

Seeing him like this, Yu Cheng frowned and advised: "The person is gone, but the thoughts remain. The dead are gone, but the living are like this. Madam Shen will find it hard to rest in peace seeing you like this."

"Marquis, let Madam rest in peace." The guard also followed suit.

Shen Changze stared at Cheng Jinchu in silence for a while, then took two steps back and left the coffin.

Yu Cheng signaled, and the guard hurried forward and closed the coffin lid.

Shen Changze stood aside, staring closely, watching Cheng Jinchu's face disappear from his sight bit by bit.

This farewell is forever.

In the days and years to come, he will never see this face again.

Yan Yang and Yan Huan, who were far away in Shangjing, would never see their mother again.

Thinking of this, Shen Changze was extremely heartbroken. He raised his hands to cover his chest with unbearable pain, with a painful expression.

Yu Cheng asked someone to light incense, and personally offered a stick of incense to Cheng Jinchu.

"My Lord." The guard lit another stick and handed it to Shen Changze.

Shen Changze took it, and his hand holding the incense was shaking slightly. When he inserted the incense into the censer after offering, he trembled so much that the incense ash fell onto the back of his hand.

Yu Cheng had experienced the pain of incense ash burning the skin, and he felt it deeply. However, Shen Changze did not cry out in pain, but just frowned.

After offering incense, Yu Cheng said to Shen Changze: "The steward has selected several Feng Shui sites. Where do you think it is suitable to bury Madam Shen?"

As Yu Cheng spoke, the steward presented a piece of paper with several selected places written on it.

Shen Changze looked at one of them and said: "Let's do this. Jinchu's father is buried here."

He couldn't be with her forever, so let her reunite with her family and feel less lonely in the underworld.

Yu Cheng nodded and asked the steward to make the arrangements.

In wartime, everything should be kept simple. Mobei may attack again at any time. It is impossible to keep the body for three days. Cheng Jinchu will be buried early tomorrow morning.

The funeral was settled. Yu Cheng still had military affairs to deal with. He didn't stay any longer. He patted Shen Changze on the shoulder, comforted him a few words, and left.

"My Lord, go back to the room and have dinner first." The guard advised.

In Shen Changze's current physical condition, if he doesn't eat, he will probably faint again.

Shen Changze himself knew that although he had no appetite, he still went back to the room to eat a bowl of porridge, and obediently let the imperial physician change his medicine.

Although the imperial physician came with him to take care of Yu Cheng, when he arrived at the general's mansion, he would be asked to see anyone who was injured or sick.

"The marquis's injury is not serious, but he is a little weak and needs to rest well. In addition to daily dressing changes, meals must be eaten on time." The imperial physician warned in a serious voice.

Shen Changze responded in a low voice, and it was not known whether he heard it or not.

After the imperial physician left, Shen Changze also stood up and went to the side hall.

He wanted to keep vigil for Cheng Jinchu.

The guards knew that persuasion was useless, so they could only stay by the side.

The winter night at the border was bone-chillingly cold, and although there was a brazier in the hall, it could not dispel much of the chill.

Shen Changze wore a cloak and stayed up all night without closing his eyes.

As the sky gradually brightened, the guards yawned from sleepiness, and the guards who were changing shifts pushed the door open and came in.

The cold morning breeze poured into the hall, making people a little more awake.

Shen Changze still stood in front of the coffin, motionless.

After a while, the servant came to report that breakfast was ready, and asked Shen Changze to take Cheng Jinchu to the mountain for burial after breakfast.

Shen Changze had no appetite at all, but in order to have the strength to see Cheng Jinchu to the burial, he still went to eat something.

After cleaning up after the meal, Shen Changze carried the coffin out.

Yu Cheng's status was noble, and it was not suitable for him to attend the funeral. The generals in the army were also busy with their own things, and no one was free to see him off. Only Shen Changze and the steward led a team of guards and servants up the mountain.

All the way to Cheng's father's tomb on the mountainside, the guards gently put down the coffin, took the hoe and shovel, and dug the pit according to Shen Changze's instructions.

When the morning sun rose, the tomb was dug, and the guards carefully lifted the coffin for burial.

After the coffin was placed, when the guards wanted to use the shovel to fill the soil, Shen Changze took off his cloak and stepped forward and said, "I'll do it."

He wanted to see her off personally for the last leg.