Chapter 441 How could he die?
Yan Changfeng left Changle Palace.
The female doctor and Jiang Wan Ning's personal nanny followed them out shortly after.
"Your Majesty."
The two bowed their heads respectfully and greeted him.
Yan Changfeng, no longer gentle, coldly ordered, "Pass down the order: the child in the Queen's womb is mine, Yan Changfeng's. Anyone who spreads rumors should watch their tongue."
The female doctor and the old nanny quickly knelt down, "Yes."
The woman in the palace was brought back by the king not long ago. The king forbids anyone from discussing her and only allows everyone to call her Queen.
Two ministers from the previous court objected, and two palace maids inadvertently let slip that the Queen had almost discovered the truth.
The usually benevolent king didn't even allow them to utter a word of pleading; he had them beaten to death on the spot, especially the two officials from the previous dynasty who had opposed him.
It is said that all three clans were implicated.
The fact that the king could give such an order proves that the child in the queen's womb is not his.
What kind of person is the queen that she could make the king maintain an empty harem and care so much even though she is pregnant with another man's child?
Yan Changfeng walked towards the imperial kitchen.
The people in the imperial kitchen were startled, thinking that they had done something wrong and that the king had come to interrogate them personally. They all knelt on the ground and waited.
Yan Changfeng walked past the group and headed straight for the stove at the back.
He rolled up his sleeves, looked around, and then looked up and called out, "Hey you."
"Who can help me find where the rice is?"
"And get this fire going."
Everyone looked up in surprise, and when they realized that the king was going to cook for himself, they were both relieved and startled.
He thought that what he had made did not suit the king's taste.
When everyone learned that the porridge was for Jiang Wan Ning, they became even more certain.
Within the palace of Nanli, offending the king might save your life, but offending the queen means you won't even have a chance to beg for mercy.
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Pei Yanchuan arrived at the place Yan Changfeng had indicated to him.
Looking at the words written on the tombstone, he drew his Qinglang sword, cleaved the tombstone in two, and began digging incessantly.
My hands trembled uncontrollably.
He couldn't believe Jiang Wan Ning was really dead. Everything was over, how could she be dead?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
He was determined to dig it up and then settle accounts with Yan Changfeng.
The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and as if to reflect Pei Yanchuan's mood, a light drizzle began to fall.
Pei Yanchuan dropped the Qinglang sword in his hand and began to dig with his hands. Before long, his muddy hands were stained with blood.
It took two full hours of digging to open the coffin.
Pei Yanchuan picked up the Qinglang Sword again and quickly cleaned the mud off the coffin. He then cleaved the coffin open with a single stroke and stared blankly at the woman inside.
Half of her face had been destroyed, and her familiar hairstyle and clothing remained.
The corpse's face looked exactly like it had fallen off a cliff and was completely disfigured, but Pei Yanchuan still didn't believe it and looked at it more carefully.
I noticed a mole on my left cheek that was exactly the same as Jiang Wan Ning's.
Pei Yanchuan felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he slumped down beside the coffin, not knowing what to do.
It felt as if something was missing from my heart, and I felt that my life had no meaning.
Pei Yanchuan sat blankly beside the coffin for seven days, neither eating nor drinking.
In the end, it was Mo Ran who found the person.
"Your Highness!" Mo Ran cried out, "Your Highness, please pull yourself together."
Pei Yanchuan's hair was gray, and he had grown a lot of stubble. His cheeks were sunken, making him look like an old man who was nearly fifty years old.
Pei Yanchuan slightly raised his eyelids, his voice weak, "How did you find this place?"
“It’s Indian…” Mo Ran said, then realized it was wrong and changed her words, “It’s Yan Changfeng. He sent someone to inform us.”
"He's afraid that if something happens to you, Your Highness, in the territory of Nanli, he won't be able to explain it."
As Mo Ran spoke, he quickly took the water pouch from his waist, opened the lid, and offered it to Pei Yanchuan's lips, but Pei Yanchuan, who was determined to die, did not take it.
"Your Highness, please pull yourself together. What if this is fake?"
Mo Ran said anxiously, "Yan Changfeng is famous for his bravery and skill in battle. Why has he suddenly stopped attacking anywhere? As long as others do not invade Nanli, he can coexist peacefully with them."
"He even took the initiative to propose peaceful coexistence with Western Xia and Eastern Mausoleum."
"Doesn't Your Highness find this strange?"
Pei Yanchuan glanced at Mo Ran, "What do you want to say?"
Mo Ran paused for a moment, "Jiang Tanhua told me that when she and the princess were young, they went to an extremely cold place with her father and saved a man there. He should be Yan Changfeng, the king of Nanli Kingdom."
"Yan Changfeng is probably not seeking revenge, but rather he is in love with the princess."
"Yan Changfeng's actions seem to indicate that he is more concerned about life and death than before. I suspect that he may have hidden the princess away."
Pei Yanchuan thought of the things Yan Changfeng had said to him, and his own arrival here. If Yan Changfeng truly loved Ningning...
If I dig up the grave myself, Yan Changfeng will definitely stop me.
Mo Ran's words make some sense.
Seeing a glimmer of light in Pei Yanchuan's eyes, Mo Ran quickly handed him the water bottle. "Your Highness, please cheer up. What if things take a turn for the better?"
"Also, you promised the princess that you would protect the Eastern Mausoleum."
Pei Yanchuan then took the kettle and took a big gulp. Mo Ran was excited. Jiang Tanhua was right. Only by giving the prince hope could he survive.
Pei Yanchuan got up to leave.
Mo Ran stood there, "Your Highness, this..."
Pei Yanchuan glanced back and said, "Bury it."
"Bury it," the prince said, "bury it," not "take it away." Knowing the prince's nature, if he knew that the corpse was indeed the princess, he would definitely take it back.
The fact that he didn't take it back proves that he has also begun to suspect that the body may not be the princess.
Mo Ran quickly finished, bowed again, and then caught up with him.
On the other side.
Jiang Wan Ning looked up at the overcast sky, and for some reason, her heart ached slightly, as if something was drifting away from her.
"Ningning, come and have some porridge." Yan Changfeng brought in the porridge.
Jiang Wan Ning then came to her senses, looked at the light porridge in the stew pot, felt a little hungry, picked it up and took a sip.
Yan Changfeng was as happy as a child.
The old nanny standing nearby smiled and said, "The king is so good to the queen. This porridge was personally cooked by the king for you, queen."
Jiang Wan Ning looked up at Yan Chang Feng, "Did you make this?"
“If you like it, I’ll make it for you every day in different ways,” Yan Changfeng said softly. “If you’re feeling down or bored, let them accompany you for a walk.”
"If you want anything, just tell me, and I will do everything I can to get it for you."
Jiang Wan Ning nodded.
She admitted that the person in front of her was extremely kind to her, but for some reason, she felt a terrifying calmness in her heart, as if everything in front of her was fake.
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