"She's dead, Li, Yuan'er is dead. Did you see that? Her body has already started to deteriorate. She's dead, she's really dead."

Looking at Qingxi who was crying uncontrollably, Wei Li also felt bad. He didn't expect that after a year, he would receive such heartbreaking news.

Ling Yuan, she finally left...

When Wei Li brought Shangguan Qingxi, who had finally stopped crying, back to the Phoenix Palace, no one came to stop them, and they were even invited to Youyue Lake by Qingchen.

"The prince said that he would come back to mourn the princess, but the prince is like this now."

Qingchen was equally grief-stricken. He glanced at Shangguan Qingxi, whose eyes were swollen from crying, suppressed his strong condemnation, and looked at Wei Li.

"Could you please go and see the prince? I just got back and need to arrange the funeral of the princess."

Shangguan Qingxi was anxious, "Yuan'er, has Yuan'er really already?"

Even though she saw it with her own eyes, she still thought that the god of luck would favor Ling Yuan. Even until this moment, Shangguan Qingxi still didn't believe that Ling Yuan was really gone like this.

"Yes, a month ago, the princess's condition suddenly began to deteriorate. The prince forced himself out of confinement and rushed back with the princess non-stop. At first, he thought it was due to the weather, but even after returning, the princess's condition did not improve. Instead, she showed all the symptoms of a corpse, even the stench of a corpse."

Qingchen couldn't say anything more. With tears in his eyes, he turned his head away. "The prince said that fallen leaves return to their roots. Even if we have to die, we have to die in the Fengwang Mansion. Even if we have to hold a funeral, we have to leave the Fengwang Mansion. So, we are back to hold a funeral for the princess!"

Ling Yuan's condition had deteriorated to the point where she could no longer be stored, so long before Qing Chen and the others returned, Lan Yu had already been informed by carrier pigeon that everything that needed to be prepared had been prepared.

Ling Yuan's coffin just needed to be delivered to its destination.

Shangguan Qingxi covered her face and cried in pain: "How could this happen? How could this happen? I thought, I thought she would come back well, but I never expected that she would leave like this. Wei Li, what should I do? What should I do?"

"Xi'er, what is to come will come. We can't avoid it by avoiding it. Maybe, maybe this was destined a year ago?"

Shangguan Qingxi's desperate cries soon spread to every corner of the Prince Feng's Mansion. In an instant, everyone in the mansion knew that after enduring for a year, their little princess was gone.

When Xia Yunhe heard the news of Ling Yuan's death, she was also shocked, "Really, dead?"

"Yes, Butler Lan Yu and Young Master Qing Chen have already started the funeral process, and have even set the date for the funeral for the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow? How can it be so soon?"

"I heard that the princess's body can no longer be left here."

Xia Yunhe lowered her eyes slightly and sighed softly: "Okay, I get it, you all should keep a low profile, don't, don't cause trouble for the prince."

"Yes, Concubine." After the servants had left, Xia Yunhe raised her head, revealing a face full of regret.

"Ling Yuan, Ling Yuan, I didn't expect you to leave after all. We didn't even have a formal fight, and you just left like this? Are you willing?"

Haha, but what can I do if I am unwilling?

For example, even though she is alive, she is as good as dead.

When Ling Yuan was alive, she didn't get the prince's love. Now that she is dead, can her luck change?

Xia Yunhe sneered and laughed at herself.

Perhaps, she can only be a concubine of the Phoenix King in name only for her entire life?

In just half an hour, the news of Princess Feng's death spread throughout the capital.

The Grand Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager personally inquired about the details of the entire funeral and announced that they would personally see Princess Feng off.

The Grand Empress Dowager had spoken, and the backyards of each mansion suddenly became chaotic, and everyone began to prepare to go to the mansion to pay their respects to Princess Feng.

The emperor even wrote an edict praising Princess Feng's life and posted it in the most conspicuous place in the capital.

After hearing about this, organizations such as Lingjiazhuang and Fengchi Villa also rushed to Siyou Kingdom without stopping.

But even if they hurried, they might not be able to make it to the burial day the day after tomorrow.

After Ling Yuan's coffin was transported to the location, Wei Jie personally put her in it and knelt in the mourning hall to keep vigil for her.

The servants of the palace came spontaneously and wanted to kneel outside to keep vigil for their little princess, but they were all ordered to leave by Wei Jie.

Royal relatives, civil and military officials also came to inquire about the opportunity to pay their respects, but were all declined by the Phoenix Palace.

The prince said that he would guard the spirit of their little princess and did not need anyone to come to pay their respects.

After hearing about this, Su Yu, who was closest to Ling Yuan, ignored his official position and rushed to Fengwang Mansion without stopping. However, he was stopped outside. Su Yu became furious and beat the guard at the gate, severely injuring him.

Fortunately, Lan Yu arrived in time and stopped the tragedy that was about to happen.

When Su Yu was brought to the mourning hall and saw the exquisitely crafted coffin parked in the middle, his eyes suddenly turned scarlet and terrifying. He clenched his fists and walked step by step to Wei Jie who was slumped not far away with a decadent look on his face.

When everyone was caught off guard, a punch hit Wei Jie's cheek. On his hateful face, veins were throbbing with anger.

"Why did she die anyway? Why did she die anyway? We handed her over to you, but what did you do to her?"

"She was only twelve years old, and she died just like that? She didn't even have time to enjoy this wonderful life, and she died just for you?"

"Wei Jie, are you worthy of her and our brothers?"

Then, as if to vent his hatred, Su Yu was as crazy as a lion. He kept roaring, kicking and hitting Wei Jie, which was horrifying to the people around him. But as soon as they made a move, they were stopped by Wei Jie's eyes.

Their prince actually stopped them?

When Qingchen rushed over breathlessly, he saw such a horrific scene. Others did not dare to do so, but he did not care. He went straight up and hugged Su Yu, who was kicking and hitting Wei Jie, and punched him with his backhand.

"You lunatic, do you think the prince is not sad? Not heartbroken? The prince has been blaming himself for a year for the death of the princess. He has not slept well in this year. You are only concerned with blaming the prince, but has anyone really thought about him?"

"If time could go back, the one the prince would hate to see dead would be him! It was an accident, an accident that no one wanted to happen. Now the cruel reality has hit us, and the tragedy is already doomed. What do you want the prince to do? If we really want to investigate, does the responsibility lie entirely with the prince? Who among you knows the situation at that time?"

"Enough!" Qingchen was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by a hoarse voice.

Qingchen's heart skipped a beat and he turned around abruptly. As expected, he saw Wei Jie lying on the side, raising his bloodstained eyelids and glancing at Su Yu, who looked despairing.

"I know it's too late for me to say anything now, but I still want to say to you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Wei Jie's sudden apology caught Su Yu off guard. He looked up in surprise, and the person he saw made his heart tremble suddenly.

When did the high-spirited war king get beaten into a beggar by him?

His eye sockets were sunken, his beard was untidy, his clothes were wrinkled, his hair was disheveled, he had lost weight, and looked extremely wretched overall, with blood all over his body. How could he look even one tenth of what he was originally?

Is this the Wei Jie in his impression?

Su Yu's heart suddenly tightened at that moment. Yes, he could put all the responsibility on him, but what about him?

If he could have anticipated this result, why would he have made himself so miserable?

Su Yu fell silent for a moment. He stared at him and Ling Yuan's portrait for a long time. Then he slowly stood up and left.

Qingchen immediately called a doctor and wanted to clean Lingyuan's wound, but Wei Jie waved his hand to refuse. He dismissed everyone in the mourning hall and collapsed there alone, stroking Lingyuan's coffin without saying a word for a long time.

After a muddled day, the next day, another large group of people came to pay their respects, led by Prince Rong and Princess Rong. Qingchen could not refuse and went to ask Wei Jie.

However, to everyone's disappointment, the final result was still a decline of condolences.

In desperation, everyone, led by Prince Rong, knelt in front of the gate of Prince Feng's mansion, in front of the makeshift incense table, and burned incense for the little Princess Feng and saw her off.

Next, until dark, wave after wave of people who came to pay their respects expressed their respect for Princess Feng in this way.

Qingchen couldn't stop them, nor could he persuade them, so he could only build a temporary shed outside the Fengwang Mansion for everyone to rest temporarily.

It was not until the hour of Xu that the last wave of guests left.