Chapter 291 Take him out and bury him

As soon as they saw Ling Fengxun coming, everyone present seemed to have found their backbone.

Even Ling Changyue immediately stood up and asked the people behind him to make way.

He concealed all the emotions in his eyes and bowed his head to salute: "Uncle Xuan."

Ling Fengxun just glanced at him, "Has the emperor sent someone to check?"

Ling Changyue nodded slightly, and just now his people entered the cell to check Ling Changyu's breathing.

The person was indeed dead.

Although he did not have a deep affection for his third brother, he could not help but feel a kind of sadness in his heart when he saw the other party's death.

There was no difference between him and Ling Changyu, and sooner or later they would die in the hands of Ling Fengxun!

Ling Fengxun must die

Ling Fengxun's eyes flashed darkly. He walked to An Yunxi's side, patted her shoulder gently, and squeezed her fingers a little harder: "Xi'er, I'll take care of it."

An Yunxi restrained the emotions in her eyes, and she said nothing.

I believe that the prince can handle everything.

The people brought by Ling Fengxun walked into the cell and lifted Ling Changyu out of the bed. When passing by An Yunxi, An Yunxi saw Ling Changyu's face clearly.

His eyes were closed, his face was ugly, and there were purple marks on his neck. His hands were placed weakly on both sides of his body, and his body was full of grayness.

No one said anything, and watched his body being sent away quietly.

Ling Changyue saw that An Yunxi had been looking at the direction where Ling Changyu was being carried away, with obvious sadness in her eyes, and he felt very uncomfortable for a while.

Now, in An Yunxi's eyes, he was not even as good as a person who had nothing to do with him.

He stood with his hands behind his back, as if he wanted to say it to An Yunxi on purpose, and said, "Even if he doesn't commit suicide, he will be executed in a few days. I think that he has preserved his dignity as a prince by doing this."

An Yunxi's eyes were cold, "Then I hope that the emperor will have the same dignity as the third prince by then."

Ling Changyue: "

Why are you cursing him? "

He was just telling the truth and wanted to comfort her, but he was scolded so harshly.

It's like he was so heartbroken!

The corners of Ling Changyue's mouth twitched, and there was a little anger in his eyes, but when he saw An Yunxi and Ling Fengxun leaving, he followed them anyway.

Ling Fengxun walked outside the Heavenly Prison, and then said to the emperor: "Ling Changyu is a criminal after all, and his body will not be placed in the imperial mausoleum. Your Majesty can just find a reason to say that he died of illness in the Heavenly Prison."

Ling Changyue nodded: "Nephew understands."

"Then I will take the body out and bury

it." Ling Changyue didn't care about a corpse.

Since someone was helping to deal with it, he certainly had no objection.

"Leave it to the emperor's uncle."

He bowed his head and saluted, watching Ling Fengxun lead a group of people out of the palace, and An Yunxi followed them.

Ling Changyue's mind sank, and he suddenly said to the guards beside him: "Spread the news of the third prince's suicide, and make sure everyone in the court knows it, especially Concubine Hui!"

"Yes!"

The guards received the order and immediately followed the emperor's instructions.

On the surface, he would say that the third prince died of illness, but in a blink of an eye, all officials knew that the third prince Ling Changyu committed suicide.

Concubine Hui had been sent to a nunnery to be ordained as a nun, and the two little nuns beside her deliberately talked about this in her ears.

"I heard that the third prince hanged himself in the prison, and his death was miserable."

"It's a pity that such a dignified prince ended up like this." Concubine Hui

was working in the nunnery. She had just put down the firewood she was carrying when she heard the conversation between the two little nuns.

In an instant, her mind went blank, and she rushed over and grabbed one of the men's sleeves.

"What did you say just now? What happened to the Third Prince?"

The little nun who was caught seemed to be startled, and she quickly replied: "The Third Prince committed suicide. The news has spread everywhere. Don't you know?"

Don't you know?

These words seemed to be a magic sound, and they kept echoing in Concubine Hui's mind.

Her legs softened, as if she had lost all her strength, and she sat down on the ground.

Only today did Concubine Hui finally understand what it meant to regret her past and feel heartbroken.

Her whole heart seemed to have been dug out with a knife, and the most important part was gone.

She had planned countless things, just to protect her son, to want her son to ascend the throne, even at the cost of her own life, but things are unpredictable, now she is still alive, but her Yu'er is dead!

Concubine Hui sat on the ground, digging the ground with her fingers unconsciously, the gravel scratched her palms, and only the pain could make her regain some clarity.

But she could only shed tears in her eyes, and kept murmuring: "I was wrong about Yu'er, mother regrets it, mother should have taken you away from the capital and never come back, it was mother's greed that killed you."

Her eyes were blank and she didn't know where she was looking, and the expression on her face was extremely distorted. Seeing her like this, the two little nuns hurriedly pushed her away.

After a moment, a very miserable cry came from the nunnery.

In the Prince's Palace.

The oil in the lamp was about to burn out, and the flame was extinguished.

A figure came over, carefully lifted the candle wick, and refilled the oil.

Suddenly, the eyelids of a person lying on the bed twitched, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing this, Chunyue couldn't help but make a very surprised sound.

"You're awake, I'll go tell the princess now!"

The little maid happily opened the door and walked out. The cold wind poured into the warm room, bringing a moment of coolness.

The person lying on the bed blinked, glanced at the roof and the bed curtains, and there was a bit of surprise and astonishment in his eyes.

With confusion in his peach blossom eyes, Ling Changyu slowly lifted the quilt and looked at his hands and body.

He had changed into clean and soft clothes, and the whole room was not as cold and damp as the prison cell, and everything around was exquisitely laid out.

He sat on the bed in a daze, and then heard footsteps getting closer.

The door opened, and a woman in a red cloak walked in from outside, with a few snowflakes on her hair.

The snow, which had stopped for many days, began to fall again.

But this time the snow was not heavy.

After seeing An Yunxi's face, Ling Changyu was even more stupid, "How could you die too?"

Chunyue was immediately unhappy.

"Your Highness, what nonsense are you talking about? My princess was fine, how could she die?"

Ling Changyu reacted instantly, and the young man's face became a little more uneasy.

"Did you save me?"

An Yunxi patted the snowflakes on her body, then handed the cloak to Chunyue beside her, and then walked to the bed and sat down.

"It wasn't me, it was the prince who saved your life."

"Uncle?"

Ling Changyu couldn't believe it.

His eyes widened, and the corners of his pale and cracked lips trembled as he said, "Why didn't he kill me?"