White. Looking around, you can't tell any other colors in the entire palace except the combination of white and black.

When the servants in mourning clothes walked through the main hall of the palace, everyone had a look of grief on their face, and then they kowtowed three times respectfully towards the mourning hall before leaving reluctantly.

Low sobbing sounds could be heard from time to time in the main hall, making the listeners' hearts wrench.

Looking around, there was a well-made coffin placed in the huge mourning hall. On the left and right of the coffin knelt two rows of maids in mourning clothes burning paper money. The crying sounds came from their mouths.

Everyone's eyes were swollen like walnuts and the tip of their nose was red and purple. It was obvious that they had been crying for a long time.

Right in front of the coffin sat a somewhat slovenly and depressed man. He held a wine glass in one hand and stroked the painting on his leg with the other. His lifeless eyes showed grief: "Yuan'er..."

At this moment, his inky black hair was disheveled, his eyes were dull, his beard was untidy, and his clothes were wrinkled. He did not look at all like the superior, elegant and graceful he used to be.

Such a scene made Qingchen and others who were kneeling beside him turn their heads away, and these dignified men shed sad tears at this moment.

It was late at night, and the biting cold wind was hitting the open windows, as if playing funeral music for this sorrowful place.

Although the cold wind was blowing bitingly, the people in the mourning hall did not seem to feel the cold. They all raised their heads and looked at the portrait with a smile like a flower above the mourning hall.

Princess Feng Ling Yuan, a girl who was only twelve years old and in the prime of her life, left them just like that...

Although she is extremely ugly with a dark face and fat body in the painting, she still cannot hide her friendly and dazzling smile.

Some people are beautiful on the outside, but some people are beautiful from the inside out. Even if her appearance is not satisfactory, when her soul is beautiful to a certain extent, people will subconsciously ignore her flaws.

Ling Yuan is such a person, a beautiful woman who conquers everyone in Fengwang Mansion with her own charm.

"Master, it's late, can I help you go downstairs and rest?"

Qing Yu silently concealed the pain in his heart and asked in a hoarse voice the man in front of him who was still drinking.

"Yes, Master. We will take care of the rest. Tomorrow is the day of the princess's funeral. Please take care of yourself!"

Qing Ye also looked at his master who was once high-spirited and domineering with worry. Ever since the princess passed away, he has been drinking all day to drown his sorrows. How long can he last like this?

"Don't waste your energy. How can you listen to me when you are like this, Brother Qi?"

Qingchen glanced at Wei Jie indifferently, then cast his eyes towards the ink painting above the mourning hall. The woman in the painting was sitting beside the lotus pond, laughing playfully. Will they never see such a dazzling smile again?

"But my Lord, my master has not slept for four days and four nights. Tomorrow is the day of the princess's funeral. How can his body bear it?"

The cold face of Qingxuan in gray, who was silent behind him, showed no emotion, but the worry in his eyes was obvious.

Qingchen stared straight at the man in front of him, who was already in a trance but had his back straight.

"If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Sister-in-law is gone now, gone, do you understand? She will never come back..."

"Do you think that torturing yourself like this can wash away your guilt towards her? It's too late, it's too late!"

With a "bang", the purple-shirted man who was sitting on the ground angrily threw away the wine glass, stood up staggeringly holding the portrait, his handsome face full of coldness, and he raised his chin slightly with a tragic smile.

"What did you just say? Hmm? If you have the guts, tell me again..."

The slender hand was raised tremblingly, and the slightly blurry eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Qingchen without blinking, deep and unfathomable.

Qingchen looked at the strange brother in front of him, and the anger in his heart instantly exploded. He clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes revealed heartache and ridicule.

"What if I say it again? Look at what you are like now? Where is your calmness, your wisdom, and your dominance? Is it any use sitting here drinking and daydreaming all day?"

"Can my sister-in-law come back? Am I wrong? You pushed my sister-in-law to this point for that woman. Now that she's dead, are you satisfied? Satisfied?"

When Wei Jie heard this, he raised his chin slightly, and cast his narrow and long phoenix eyes towards the portrait on the mourning hall, with a look of grief on his face. Yuan'er, her Yuan'er...

Is it true that I am dead and can never come back?

This year, was he just daydreaming? Was he just fantasizing?

"Who is it? How dare you trespass into the Phoenix Palace?"

Just as Wei Jie was staring at the portrait in a daze, several strong gusts of wind blew past him. The mourning hall, which was shrouded in a mournful atmosphere, immediately rang out with sharp cries: "Someone, catch the assassin, catch the assassin..."

The maids who were kneeling on both sides of the coffin stood up quickly and ran towards the courtyard. Here, four tall and straight masked men in black suddenly appeared. At the same time, dozens of light figures as light as the wind kept flashing around the palace, surrounding the entire palace in an instant.

Wei Jie sneered, slowly turned around, and pushed away the four guardians who were blocking his way, "Get out of the way!"

"Your Highness..." Qing Ye exclaimed. Wei Jie waved his hand calmly, "Old friend, you finally came?"

That’s right, even though the person in front of him was wearing a face scarf and was wrapped tightly from head to toe, he would never forget those eyes.

Is it them, are they finally here?

One of the four men in black couldn't help but chuckle after hearing Wei Jie's words.

"Since we are old friends, let's not waste any more time talking. Get out of the way. We want to take the person in the coffin away."

"Shut up, you big stinking son of a bitch, my sister-in-law, how dare you come to rob? Open your dog eyes and see clearly where this place is before you speak, otherwise I will make you pay for it."

When Qingchen heard this, he got so angry that he threw away his usually gentle and polite side and swore for the first time in his life.

"Want to take her away? You might as well step over my dead body."

Wei Jie pushed Qing Chen away and walked straight past him. His eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, like the coldest ice in winter, extremely eerie.

However, the man in black opposite him just smiled slightly, but his smile was dull.

"Oh? If that's the case, why are you wasting time? Get started! We were just notifying you just now!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. There was a strong murderous aura in his eyes. In an instant, several men in black waved their swords and stabbed forward...

After a fierce battle——

Looking at the long sword shining coldly on his neck, Wei Jie looked at the man in black in front of him with a gloomy expression and shouted coldly, "Despicable!"

"Despicable? Haha, maybe, but this is also the most effective way to fight. I don't have time to waste here with you. Besides, you are not worthy of being my opponent right now!"

The masked man smiled coldly and winked at the people behind him. The four people including Qingchen froze in their efforts to resist and were knocked unconscious by them.

Wei Jie's eyes were bloodshot, he clenched his teeth and stared at the man in black in front of him.

"If you want to take her away, you should kill me first. Why do you have to do this?"

At this moment, his eyes were filled with sorrow and even more regret. If he hadn't drunk, how could his vigilance have been reduced? How could he have let these people succeed?

Yuan'er... Can't I even protect your body?

"Kill you? If we can, we would cut you into pieces..."

"Remember Wei Jie, you must live well. Three years later, an old friend will come to visit you!"

The man in black gave him a meaningful look, then carefully took the petite figure out of the coffin, stepped lightly, and disappeared into the night...

Wei Jie stared at them leaving in a daze, but there was already a trembling wave of fear in his eyes.

What's the meaning?

Three years later, an old friend comes to visit?

Yes, is it Ling Yuan?

Three years later, will Ling Yuan come back to find him?

Is this true?

Ling Yuan died, and his heart died with her, but no one knew that he actually still held on to a glimmer of hope.

That is, he hopes that the two people who appeared in Youyue Tower in the past can suddenly appear and give him a surprise.

But what he never expected was that, although they showed up, they took her away when they left.

Without even giving him a chance to react, he left.

But now, they told him that in three years, old friends will come to visit again.

Does this mean that Ling Yuan is very likely not to die?

Will Ling Yuan return to him alive?

When he thought of this, Wei Jie became excited.

After Qingchen and the others woke up, what they saw was Wei Jie who was smiling horribly. The princess' body was abducted, so why did their prince become so weird?

Could it be that he has gone astray?

"Seventh brother, are you okay?"

Wei Jie was so excited that tears were streaming down his face. He turned around and cried and laughed at Qing Chen, "I'm fine. What could happen to me? I'm fine, I'm fine. Get up, everyone, get up, pack up, take all these away, take them all away for me."

Qingchen: "Withdrawn?"

"Ling Yuan will not die. She is my Phoenix Princess. She will come back sooner or later. I will wait for her, wait for her return."

"But, my lord, the emperor has announced to the world that Princess Feng has passed away!"

With a "bang", Qingchen was kicked away by Wei Jie and fell heavily to the ground. Under Wei Jie's crazy red eyes, he vomited blood: "Seven, Seventh Brother!"

"Remember, my princess is not dead. She is not dead. Notice that from now on, no one in the Fengwang Palace can mention the word 'death'. Fengwang's princess is not dead. She is still alive. Do you understand?"

"Those who disobey orders will be beheaded!"

Wei Jie came back to life, as if he had woken up overnight. Not only did he regain his former charm, he even took the initiative to run to Shangguan Qingxi and asked her to restore his appearance.

No one could understand why, just a second ago, there were reports that the King of Phoenix was becoming increasingly depressed due to the death of his Princess, but the next second, after the Princess's body was robbed, he suddenly regained his spirits?

Could it be that because his body was stolen, His Majesty the Phoenix King has become mentally disturbed?