The team in the distance gradually came into view, and the person leading them was Li Guanghan.
Qiao Si's gaze only paused on him for a moment, and soon began to search for Qiao San in the crowd.
A few days ago, Qiao San wrote back and said that he had good news to tell her and his father. He was so mysterious that he insisted on waiting until he came back to tell her in person. She had been waiting for him.
However, Qiao Si glanced around the crowd but did not see Qiao San.
Her right eyelid twitched suddenly, and her heart grew heavier and heavier, with a bad voice always echoing in her heart.
"Have you seen the Third Young Master?" There was a tremor in Qiao Si's voice that she didn't even notice. She asked Zhang You and the others, but her eyes were still searching the crowd.
"Huh? There doesn't seem to be a Third Young Master in this team?"
"Let me see, how could there be none? Didn't you tell the princess a few days ago that you would be back soon?"
"It seems... there really isn't..."
"Did you not follow the group, but took another route?"
"How is that possible?"
A group of people stood on tiptoe and looked out from the city wall, but there was no sign of that person.
"Wait… what is that?"
Cui Liu's voice trembled as she looked at the end of the team in disbelief.
Everyone looked in the direction of Cuiliu's slightly trembling hand and saw a group of people at the end of the procession carrying a coffin. A white cloth was hung on the coffin, and the white cloth fluttered in the wind, repeatedly and silently hitting their hearts.
The words Zhang You was about to say were completely choked in his throat when he saw the coffin.
How is that possible?
How could it be Qiao San?
Haven't we already won? Haven't we already written a letter saying we're returning?
How could it be...
But the approaching team forced them to believe it.
When Prince Qiao saw the coffin for the first time, his heart trembled. He staggered and almost fell, and was hurriedly supported by Qiao Si beside him.
Qiao Si looked up at him in panic and tried to comfort him, "Father... don't worry. My third brother is blessed with a long life. How could anything happen to him... The person down there... must be someone else... I... I'll go down and take a look first..."
Even she herself didn't believe what she said. But she was the only one who could handle it all. She comforted Prince Qiao and had someone take good care of him. Then she quickly ran down the city wall, her skirt hoisted. Zhang You and the others followed closely behind her, rushing down.
Qiao Si's crimson dress fluttered as she rushed forward recklessly. It was less than five hundred meters away, but it felt as far as the ends of the earth, so long...
Li Guanghan saw Qiao Si's figure from afar, and immediately jumped off his horse and went towards her.
Qiao Si crashed into his arms. She grabbed his hands tightly as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, "Where is my brother? Where is my brother? Where is my brother!"
Her voice grew louder and louder, her emotions more and more intense, like a taut string that would break with just one final blow.
Li Guanghan looked at her sadly, his voice exceptionally low and gentle. He pursed his lips, hesitant about how to speak. After a thousand words, he finally said, "I'm sorry... I didn't protect them well..."
Qiao Si looked at him in disbelief, pushed away his hand, and staggered back.
Jinfu uncovered the cruel truth for Li Guanghan.
"My princess, accept my condolences. The Third Young Master has passed away."
Qiao Si looked at them, her lips tightly pursed. She slowly shook her head, unwilling to believe it. When Zhang You and the others hurried over, they saw Qiao Si's lonely back and the heartbreaking fact that Jin Fu had mentioned.
Jinfu saw that she was having trouble accepting this, but he continued, "On our way back to the capital, we encountered scattered members of the Blazing Assassins at the border of Yanzhou and Liangzhou. Third Young Master Qiao and Young Marquis Lu became separated from us, and we were able to escape only after the Liangzhou prefect sent for help. Once we were safe, the prince immediately sent people to search for them... However, in the end, only Third Young Master Qiao's remains were found. Young Marquis Lu...is still missing, and I'm afraid he's in grave danger."
The prince left a team of people to continue searching there, and the Third Young Master's body should not be left there for long, so we brought him back..."
Qiao Si looked at Li Guanghan, shook his head nervously, and muttered "Impossible" repeatedly in a low voice.
She looked at Li Guanghan and Jinfu in disbelief; their eyes told her that Qiao San was dead. She stumbled back two steps, and was supported by Jingzhu and Cuiliu.
She seemed to have been drained of her strength, unable to lean on them, and quietly looked at the coffin at the back of the team. After a long time, she stood up, brushed off their hands, and staggered towards the coffin.
She walked slowly, one step, two steps, her feet seemed to be filled with lead, and she walked forward heavily. When she reached the back, she started running. She rushed straight to the coffin, pushed away the people who were blocking her, and struggled to push open the heavy coffin lid.
"Get away! Don't touch me!"
She was eager, as if to prove something.
The soldiers around her couldn't bear to see her disturb the deceased, so they stopped her from opening the coffin. Zhang You and the others didn't care about that anymore, they just stepped forward to help Qiao Si push away those who were trying to stop her.
"Get out of the way! Don't touch her!" For some reason, the words came out with a tearful tone.
Their chests felt stuffy and blocked, and every limb seemed to be soaked in a bitter soup. Tears began to blur their vision. They pushed these people in a disorderly manner, preventing them from touching Qiao Si.
"Let them open the coffin."
Li Guanghan's voice was low and majestic. These people stopped what they were doing, stood back in their original positions, and no longer stopped Qiao Si from opening the coffin.
Qiao Si had already burst into tears and kept muttering, "Impossible," "Third brother."
Zhang You wiped away her tears and helped her lift the coffin lid.
"How is it possible? Third brother... Third brother..." They pushed open the coffin lid together. Qiao Si looked at the corpse lying quietly in the coffin with a disfigured face and blood flying around, and he was overwhelmed with grief.
"Impossible... Impossible... I clearly... I already knew all their plans... Impossible... How could there be any omissions... How could there be any fish that slipped through the net... Third brother, Third brother... Why? Why?"
Qiao Si carefully examined the body, the figure, the clothes, and even the sleeve arrow on the wrist, all of which confirmed that this person was Qiao Duzhou.
Qiao Si collapsed and hugged his body, crying at the top of his lungs. His voice shook the hearts of Zhang You and everyone else.
The sad mood infected them, and Zhang You couldn't help sobbing. Her tears kept flowing and soon soaked her entire sleeve.
"Aa ...
Qiao Si held the corpse in her arms, overcome with grief. Her tears had already soaked her carefully prepared makeup. She could not care about much else at the moment and was immersed in the loss.
Once again, she lost her blood relatives...
However, this time she had clearly seen through the ill-intentioned people in the capital. What went wrong and why did Qiao San get into trouble?
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