There were treacherous clouds and turbulent undercurrents in the imperial city, but these wind and rain did not affect the small courtyard where the coffin was parked.

On the day of the funeral, those who carried the coffin and carried the coffin were all Yan Chen's subordinates, but the only person who carried the coffin was Yan Chen.

Ye Shaoyang and the others were trapped and couldn't come over at all, but Yan Chen didn't care and didn't think about going to rescue them. It was better not to come so that no one would disturb them anymore.

At dawn and dusk, the dead are on their way.

The red-painted gold coffin was walking along the avenue. Because it was still early in the morning, not many people saw it.

It's not a good thing to see a funeral early in the morning. Many people avoid it. Some of the curious ones dared to take a second look, but when they saw the red-painted coffin clearly, they were so frightened that they stepped back.

It is not uncommon for people to be buried in red-painted coffins, but most of those people have strange fates, and most of them die violently. The red paint is used to turn away evil spirits.

Now that I understand the reason, I can't help but feel weird and evil. No matter how brave I am, I can't help but feel fear. Especially this funeral procession, all of them have strong backs and strong backs. It seems that they have great skills. A group of people with high martial arts skills carry the coffin. Among them

There were no female relatives, and the person supporting the spirit was actually wearing red, which made people shudder even more.

Although the funeral procession walked very quickly and was out of sight within a few breaths, the scene was really horrifying. Looking at the money left on the ground, I couldn't bear it anymore and ran away.

Yan Chen obviously didn't notice these things. He caressed the red coffin, which seemed very strange to others, tenderly and thoughtfully, thinking about it. It contained the person he loved most.

The funeral procession came to a hillside, which was the back hill of the courtyard where Yan Chen once brought Ye Wanwan. Now the flowers were blooming all over the field, and the green trees were shaded. The tomb was chosen among the hundreds of flowers. Yan Chen was here for Ye Wan.

Those who are planted by Wan cannot live here, so they will be buried dead.

In a newly dug tomb, the soil is fresh in color. The entire tomb is made of stones. The door of the tomb is wide and the coffin can be easily carried in. There is a high tomb platform inside, and the red hall is placed in it, so that it will not be contaminated by the soil.

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After the coffin was placed, everyone left. Only Yan Chen stayed there and opened the coffin lid for the last time.

"Da da da..." The weak but clear voice was Yan Chen's tears falling on the coffin.

From the time Ye Wanwan died to her burial today, he shed tears for the first time.

Ye Wanwan felt the reluctance, heartache, and grief as if her soul was being torn apart.

She was even afraid that Yan Chen would plunge in and be buried here with her.

"Madam." The hoarse and torn voice seemed to be broken and yet sticky with blood. It was hard to hear, but endlessly gentle.

"Lady..."

"Wanwan, madam..."

Every cry is more lingering and lingering than the last, which is his reluctance to leave.

He leaned into the coffin and held Ye Wanwan in his arms for the last time: "Madam, you haven't called me husband yet. You owe me what you owe me. Remember to pay me back in the next life."

Ye Wanwan felt the roar of compassion coming from his soul, and she answered: "Okay."

Yan Chen's body froze, and he suddenly looked at Ye Wanwan's face. There was no trace of anger, but he seemed to have heard that sound, and he was instantly ecstatic, trembling with excitement.

"You promised." He knew that it might just be a lie and an illusion, but he was willing to take it seriously: "I heard it, you promised it, you can't break your promise, wait for me to come to you."

Yan Chen lowered his head and kissed Ye Wanwan's lips, which were cold and biting, but he was full of piety.

He tidied up Ye Wanwan's appearance, took one last look at her, and then closed the coffin lid.

This cover...the real eternal separation between heaven and man, the end of this life.

Yan Chen walked out of the tomb by himself, but he almost fell down after walking out. Fortunately, Mu Feng had quick eyes and hands to hold him up.

Heavy stones were brought over and piled up at the tomb door. In less than an hour, the tomb door was completely sealed and isolated from the outside world.

The words on the tombstone were newly carved, and each stroke was extremely clear.

The tomb of my wife Ye Wanwan of the Yan family-----husband Yan Chen.

Yan Chen looked at the tombstone with nostalgia, and Ye Wanwan was also fascinated. She died twice, and even this was comparable.

Compared with the extremely noble-sounding 'spirit of Ye Wanwan, the noble concubine of the Yinghui Emperor', the 'tomb of my wife Yan's Ye Wanwan' was obviously more popular in her heart. At this moment, she even had the idea of ​​dying without regrets.

After she was reborn, she just wanted to change her destiny. Although she died in the end, everything changed from the beginning to the end.

She took revenge on Zhao Yi, Leng Yunqing and Leng Yunfang. All the concubines in the harem were trampled under her feet. Ye Zhaoru and the Empress Dowager also had a hard time. Even with her final death, she paid off the blood of the Ye family.

Love, and was finally buried as Yan Chen's wife.

Although she is still unwilling to accept it, such as not being able to marry him, not being able to give birth to a child for him, not being able to live a good life with him, there are always shortcomings in life. She is an evil ghost, and it is God's mercy that she can have this life. She cannot

Too much greed.

In her next life... In her next life, she doesn't want glory, wealth, or this stunning appearance. She just wants to be an ordinary woman, be in love with him for the rest of her life, and give him everything he wants.

Yan Chen buried Ye Wanwan and immediately went to the Ye family.

Ye Zhaoru was lying on the bed with his hands and feet disabled by Ye Shaoyang, and was specially taken care of.

But he obviously refused to accept the punishment. He was not wrong in killing Ye Wanwan, a rebellious woman, but Ye Shaoyang's treatment of him was treasonous and was a thunderbolt.

When he was lying on the bed unable to move, he started to curse loudly, including all kinds of unpleasant and vicious words. However, after so many days, he was tired of the scolding. He lost a lot of weight and looked like he was dying.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he closed his eyes and ignored them. He noticed someone walking to the bedside, but the person didn't speak for a long time. He couldn't help but open his eyes and was shocked at just one glance.

"It's you!"

The person who came was naturally Yan Chen. He was standing in front of the bed, holding a dagger in his hand, as if he was considering where to kill him.

He is not afraid of others. Even if Ye Shaoyang, a traitor, cuts off the meridians of his hands and feet, he will only be angry and hateful. But Yan Chen is different, he really dares to kill him.

"You, you, you...you can't kill me, I am her biological father..."

It was obvious that he had killed his daughter, and now he was being retaliated against, but he was expecting others to let him go for the sake of his daughter. This ugly face was simply disgusting.

"You shouldn't have touched her, not even a hair on her head, but you killed her."

"I don't..." Ye Zhaoru opened his mouth to explain, but Yan Chen directly threw a pill into his mouth and forced him to take it.

A pungent smell entered his throat, and his throat stung like a needle pricking him. The pain instantly made him curl up.

The pain was unbearable, but he couldn't even scream.

"take away."
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