Shen Yuhan's eyes suddenly became fierce, and his fists clenched tightly without him noticing: "Assassin? Find out who the assassin is immediately!"
He couldn't believe, and even didn't want to believe, that Fang Qingyue might have been buried in this new grave.
A guard hurried over from the back mountain, his expression tense, breaking the dead silence. "Master! We found a body at the foot of the cliff. It's wearing women's clothing, and it's also carrying... Miss Fang's jewelry and clothes."
Shen Yuhan's heart suddenly sank, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
His body swayed slightly, and the world in front of him seemed to become blurred in an instant.
That corpse, with Fang Qingyue's clothes and jewelry, could it be...
"Bring it up!" His voice was cold. He suppressed the shock in his heart and ordered his men to bring the body up.
The guard took the order and turned to go down the mountain.
Not long after, several guards slowly came up carrying a corpse covered in mud.
The body was in tatters, its clothes were stained with blood and dust, and its face was already blurred and difficult to identify, but the dress and jewelry were indeed Fang Qingyue's.
Shen Yuhan stared at the corpse with cold eyes.
He clenched his hands into fists and his chest felt like it had been hit hard, causing unbearable pain.
That dress...that was what Fang Qingyue had worn before.
For a moment, Shen Yuhan's heart seemed to be torn apart, and all his emotions collapsed at this moment.
Fang Qingyue's voice, smile, bright eyes, and temperament appeared in his mind, as if it were just yesterday.
"Impossible..." He murmured softly, a hint of uncontrollable pain in his voice.
The men stood aside in silence.
Shen Yuhan's face was as gloomy as a storm about to come, yet his voice remained terrifyingly calm: "All of you go down."
The guards looked at each other, not daring to act rashly.
But looking at Shen Yuhan's stern face, he had no choice but to lower his head and retreat, gradually moving away from this hillside filled with depressing atmosphere.
When silence finally returned to the surroundings, Shen Yuhan slowly knelt beside the corpse, stretched out his trembling hand, and gently touched the dress on the corpse.
His fingertips were icy cold, as if they had touched the chill of death.
"Qingyue...you..."
His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, and his eyes were full of pain.
He didn't want to believe that the body was Fang Qingyue, but the facts before him slammed this cruel reality in his face.
She was once so strong and so smart, how could she die so easily?
Shen Yuhan knelt there, in a state of deep collapse.
His eyes were red and his chest was heaving violently, as if the whole world was collapsing at that moment.
His usual calmness and fortitude were now completely destroyed by the unbearable pain.
The wind was still blowing, and the moonlight was shining on this silent wilderness. Only Shen Yuhan's breathing was still rapid.
He tightly grasped the jade pendant in his hand and stared at the corpse.
Tears fell silently, and his heart was torn and broken in grief.
"Qingyue... I'm sorry... I didn't protect you well..."
Kneeling beside Fang Qingyue's body, tears silently flowed down his face, and his heart was broken.
The broken corpse, wearing her dress and the jade pendant he gave her, seemed to be silently telling the pain she suffered in her life.
Shen Yuhan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
His composure seemed so fragile in this silent wilderness, as if it would completely collapse at the slightest touch.
Just then, the sound of footsteps broke the silence of the night.
A guard hurried over, his expression solemn and his voice hurried, "Sir, several assassins have been apprehended. They are searching the area, apparently to confirm Miss Fang's death."
Shen Yuhan suddenly raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Bring them here."
The guards bowed their heads and obeyed the order. Soon, several assassins who were in a dishevel and covered with scars were brought in front of Shen Yuhan.
There was obvious fear on the assassins' faces; they obviously had not expected to be caught so quickly.
What they had never expected was that the prince in front of them, who had always been known for his calmness and self-control, now had such a bloodthirsty and cold look in his eyes, like a ferocious beast about to devour someone.
Shen Yuhan stood up, his eyes as sharp as knives, and glanced coldly at the assassins.
His voice was low, like a suppressed thunder: "Who ordered you to do this?"
The assassins stared at each other, no one dared to say a word. Shen Yuhan's eyes turned cold, and he waved directly to the guards around him.
The guards immediately took action and pinned one of the assassins to the ground.
A fierce whip hit his back, making a crackling sound. The assassin's body twitched in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to speak.
Shen Yuhan sneered, slowly approached the assassin, lowered his head, and said in a very low voice: "I have countless ways to make you live a life worse than death. If you want to try, just continue to pretend that you know nothing."
The assassin trembled all over, finally unable to bear such pressure, and struggled to speak: "It's... it's Shen Qiu Nian... and Song Xiaoya... they... they don't want Miss Fang to live..."
When Shen Yuhan heard this, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
It turned out to be Shen Qiu Nian and Song Xiaoya!
"Chen Qiu Nian..." Shen Yuhan gritted his teeth, his voice filled with strong hatred.
He immediately ordered his men to take the assassins away and continue the interrogation.
He could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart, so he turned around, mounted his horse, and galloped away, heading straight for the capital.
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