If you want to leave alone, you are determined. She will not care about how painful you are, nor will she imagine how reluctant you are. If you leave, you will leave.

The news of the passing of the Seventh Princess spread throughout Yege City. The Seventh Prince insisted on guarding the body and refused to be buried. It would be useless for anyone to persuade him.

Ye Qianzhi and Ni Qianlong, and all the people who care about Leng Rutong, finally entered the Seven Emperor Mansion the day after Leng Rutong passed away. Tang Ao gave the black man a white-haired man and cried heartbrokenly. Even Tong'er couldn't see him at the last glance, so he told him how could he swallow this? He insisted on taking Tong'er back to Tang'er for burial.

Ye Fengya didn't talk to him at all, but just knelt in front of the bed and held Leng Rutong's hand. She felt her body gradually become cold, which made the scorching heat reach freezing point. He was afraid that he would bring the winter quilt and wrap Leng Rutong layer by layer, trying to recall her body temperature.

Princess Anxin, who came with Ye Qianzhi, couldn't stand it and said, "Don't be stupid. The Seventh Prince, the man is dead. No matter how sad you are, you have to send her away."

"Who said Tong'er was dead? She was just tired and closed her eyes and rested. Phantom killed the person who was talking nonsense." Ye Fengya ordered lightly and gently.

Phantom followed his orders and suddenly jumped into the room. He ignored Ye Qianzhi beside him and walked out with Princess Anxin. Princess Anxin was shocked: "Seventh Prince, you really want to kill me. I am the third princess of Beisheng Kingdom!" Princess Anxin's voice was disbelief.

Ye Qianzhi looked coldly at the person who was already bloodless on the bed, and his eyes were filled with sadness. He used to love to restrain his emotions the most. Now he just wanted Leng Rutong to know how sad he was, the sadness he could not get, and the sadness he watched her death. In front of Leng Rutong, he was not the proud third prince, but a sad person.

He never thought that he could live such a cowardly life, and that the woman he liked left, he was not qualified to see him at the last glance.

"Brother Zhi, save me...Brother Zhi." Princess Anxin's soft call came from outside.

Ye Qianzhi closed his eyes and walked out, snatched Anxin from Phantom's hands, and said to Phantom: "She is the princess of Beisheng Kingdom and cannot be killed casually. The seventh brother is irrational now, so don't be confused."

Phantom looked at him in a daze. He also knew the relationship between Beisheng Kingdom and the Seventh Prince. If they really killed their princess, they would probably worsen the relationship. Although he had never disobeyed Ye Fengya's orders, he also knew that Ye Fengya was in an extremely crazy state now, and he probably didn't know what he had given his orders.

What if the owner wakes up and regrets it?

"I will tell my seventh brother." Ye Qianzhi pulled Anxin out of the mansion. When he arrived outside the mansion, Ye Qianzhi stopped and ordered Shengyu: "Turn Sister Anxin back to the palace. The city will be very chaotic these days, and it is best not to leave the palace." Ye Qianzhi said the words afterwards to Princess Anxin.

"Brother Zhi, don't go back to the palace, I want to go to the Three Emperors' Mansion." Princess Anxin's pretty face sank, pouting and reluctant to return to the palace.

"I've been in a mess these days. You'd better not stay in the mansion, so as not to hurt you." Ye Qianzhi finished speaking coldly without any emotion, and turned back to Leng Rutong's side again.

Princess Anxin stomped her feet hard: "A woman who is dead is worth so hard to mobilize all the people?" She was jealous in her heart. Leng Rutong, a woman who is not even clean, could be so loved by the princes. Even if she is dead, she still cares for her. She is the number one beauty in the world, why don't they look at her?

"Princess Anxin, speak carefully. I have protected you this time, and it is hard to protect you for the second time." Sheng Yu said lightly, reminding her that this woman was jealous and did not distinguish between occasions. Now she is in the Seventh Emperor Mansion, and she dares to talk like this? Phantom lets him go once, but she won't let him go second time.

"What did you say? Even you helped that woman." Princess Anxin glared at Shengyu angrily, and all the men in the world were blind?

"Princess Anxin, there is no need to be accustomed to a dead person here. Let's go, I will send you back to the palace." Shengyu said patiently. If it weren't for the master's instructions, he would really look like a person who would be moved by it. Unfortunately, he was too ignorant of the world.

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"Seventh Prince, no matter what, the old minister hopes that his granddaughter can be buried in peace." Tang Ao was supported by Tang Rufeng and Tang Jiahao, with a firm tone.

"I said, Tong'er is not dead, she is just resting. You all go away, she wants to be quiet." Ye Fengya didn't raise her head: "Manager Zhao, tell everyone to leave." Ye Fengya hugged Leng Rutong's body and covered the two of them with a thick winter quilt, which made people feel depressed and sad when they saw it.

"Seventh Prince, we all know that you are sad, but people cannot be resurrected. Let Tong'er return to peace as soon as possible. The corpse will not be released for a few days." Tang Jiahao, the third son of the Tang family, Leng Rutong's third uncle, persuaded Ye Fengya with kind words, no matter what, if Tong'er is buried in such a hot day, it will rot and smelly.

Ye Fengya raised her head and called him to shut up: "Don't quarrel, Tong'er wants to rest." Her handsome face was dissipated and her expression was serious, not like she was joking at all.

Tang Aoda sighed and tears couldn't stop flowing out. Seeing the Seventh Prince like this, he couldn't bear to say anything else and silently took the people from the Tang family away.

But Ye Qianzhi and Ni Qianlong stood there without moving until dark, and no one in the whole room made a sound. They didn't know what they wanted to get, nor did they know what it would be useful to stand here. They just thought, just accompany the departing person and send her on the way to a place where more people love her.

For Ye Fengya and the others, it is the biggest blow to them that they can only watch the person they like leave without any help. This kind of pain is even more uncomfortable than taking their lives. You will feel that no matter how powerful it is, it is futile. You can't fight against the sky or the earth, and you feel that you are useless.

Ye Fengya ignored them and did not leave until late at night Qianzhi and Ni Qianlong.

In the dark Seven Emperors' Mansion, there was no candlelight even lit. Ye Qianzhi asked Ni Qianlong softly: "Is Leng Rutong really dead?" He was the most unacceptable. He didn't know the whole process at all. When he went out, Leng Rutong was still alive, but when he came back, he had already died, which made him unable to believe it, even if he had seen the corpse.

"Maybe." Ni Qianlong didn't want to answer affirmatively. Saying that Leng Rutong was dead would make him extremely uncomfortable.

"Why do I think she is really just tired and resting?" Ye Qianzhi said quietly, because Ye Fengya said too surely that he believed it, or he subconsciously thought that Leng Rutong was really just resting. He didn't know, he only knew that he could not accept this fact at all.

"Maybe." Ni Qianlong was still concise and to the point.

After all the people who came to mourn in the room dispersed, Ye Fengya raised her eyes and told calmly: "Let me find the best craftsman to make a coffin with jade. Be prepared to summon souls tomorrow."

Manager Zhao was relieved when he heard this. His heart was tense, fearing that he would not be able to stand the blow of the death of the Seventh Princess and would collapse. Seeing that he was so calm now, he knew that he had accepted the facts.

Manager Zhao quickly went to prepare in a hurry.

After Manager Zhao left, Ye Fengya hugged Leng Rutong's body, tightly for fear that she would suddenly disappear from her hands. "Tong'er, I won't let you leave me, you will always be by my side."

***

Today is the day when Li Ertong married into Rong Mansion and became a concubine.

Aunt Li combed Li Ertong with a beautiful flat bun and then inserted a big red head flower. Xihong's wedding dress was sent from Rongfu, and it was a bit big when worn on Li Ertong. Su Sanqian had no happiness at all. She was just using this body to use it. If she had the chance, she would have to change her body.

I miss Leng Rutong's body so much. Su Sanqian sat in front of the tattered bronze mirror. Looking at the blurry appearance in the mirror, Li Ertong looked a bit pretty, but compared to Leng Rutong's stunning beauty, it was a million different.

She doesn't like herself like this, let alone others. Even if they believe she is Leng Rutong, will she like her because of her appearance? The answer is definitely not.

People like beautiful things, so do she, and naturally, they don’t want others to be different.

"Tong girl, Tong girl, Rong Mansion's bride is here." Aunt Li shouted excitedly and pulled her up from the old wooden bench: "I am marrying this time as the sixteenth concubine, so there is not so much red tape. Just sit in the sedan chair and go there."

Su Sanqian curled his lips and smiled in the sedan chair. It's great. He doesn't need to be a church or a courtesy, otherwise she will really escape from marriage. This seems to be just right. He can enter Rong Mansion without marrying that old man. She just goes into the mansion to get some money and leave.

Aunt Li pulled Su Sanqian out. Outside the door, there was a sedan chair carried by four people, with simple red silk hanging. The one who came to pick up the bride was the manager of Rong's house. Without too many words, the manager shouted: "Get into the sedan chair quickly."

Su Sanqian got into the sedan chair obediently. The sedan chair walked quietly on the country road, shaking and making Su Sanqian fall asleep.

In a daze, Su Sanqian felt someone calling her: "Tong'er, come back, Tong'er, come back..." The minute clearly sounded in her ears. She wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't open them, but the shouting really made her want to go back and go to the voice.

She knew that the sad and begging voice was from Ye Fengya.

"Tong'er... Come back, Tong'er... Come back." Ye Fengya was wearing white clothes, standing on the highest roof of the Seven Emperors' Mansion, holding the big red dress that Leng Rutong once wore, shouting loudly at the distance.

The lower Ye Wangchen waved the bamboo hair and muttered the soul-returning spell in his mouth. This was the soul-resume ceremony before entering the coffin.

Ye Fengya flew down the roof with a big red dress in her arms and spread the big red dress on Leng Rutong's already white body. The coffin made of Guan Yu was transparent in all directions. Those who came to participate in the soul-summoning ceremony could see Leng Rutong's appearance clearly.

Ye Fengya wrapped her big red long skirt on every inch of Leng Rutong's skin. After using her last bit of strength, she fell in front of the jade coffin.
Chapter completed!