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The sky was gloomy and the mountain wind was whimpering, as if God was sobbing with pity, a few stars of raindrops fell down.

Gong Mohan ignored Jingyun and knelt there like a sculpture. He didn't move, looking at Feng Tiansuo on the wrist of the scorched corpse.

Seeing his master like this, Jingyun felt even more panicked. A few drops of rain fell on his face. He looked up at the sky and said, "Master, it's raining. Let's take the princess back to the house as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Gong Mohan reacted. His bottomless eyes moved. He slowly stretched out his hand and took Feng Tiansuo off the wrist of the scorched corpse, took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped it carefully, wrapped it, and put it in his arms.

Jingyun knew that Feng Tiansuo was the princess' weapon. The princess liked it very much, so I naturally knew it. Logically speaking, the princess is gone, so I should let Feng Tiansuo bury the princess with her, but why did I take it off? I want to keep a memorial?

Before he could think too much, he saw the master standing up. His voice was a little hoarse. He said, "Immediately sending news back to Prince Mu's mansion, and then he said that he would stop the death and call more people to come."

"Yes!" Jingyun went to do it immediately.

Gong Mohan looked up at the dark sky in the distance, and his eyes were so dark that night was so dark.

Soon, the news of Rong Qianzhi's death reached Yan Mu's ears. Yan Mu only felt a rumbling sound in his head and his body shaking.

"Prince, take care of yourself!" Lei Zhan's face was filled with sorrow, and he hurriedly supported Yan Mu.

Yan Mu's face turned pale. He shook his head and muttered to himself: "No, Ling'er will be fine, no matter how hard it is!"

Lei Zhan sighed in his heart. He knew that at this time, the prince could not accept the fact that the lady was killed. Over the past fifteen years, the prince had been thinking day and night and finally found the lady. In just a few months, he had just left life and death. How could the prince stand it?

He opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort the prince.

Yan Mu murmured for a moment, and he grabbed Lei Zhan's arm and asked anxiously: "Who came from this news? It must not be Mo Han, right?" At this moment, Yan Mu still had a trace of fantasy in his heart, hoping that the news of Rong Qianzhi's death was fake.

"The prince, it was sent back by Jingyun from my son-in-law. He also called a few people over. It won't take long before the lady's body will be taken back to the mansion." Lei Zhan gritted his teeth. He was reluctant to do this, but he was powerless to change. He could only hope that the prince would be mourning and that the princess would definitely protect his body.

The last glimmer of hope in Yan Mu's heart was shattered, and the two fogs were almost blurred in his eyes. He closed his eyes gently.

Seeing that the prince seemed to have accepted it, Lei Zhan hurriedly said, "Prince, please forgive me for being too much. Now the princess is pregnant with the young prince. If the princess knows this news, I am worried about the prince. You have to think carefully about how to tell the prince."

Yan Mu swallowed with difficulty, and he naturally knew Luo'er's concern for Ling'er. If she knew that Ling'er was buried in the fire, she might not be able to stand the blow, and the child in her belly would be in danger. At this time, Luo'er must not know.

He thought for a while and said, "You send an order immediately. Don't reveal a word about Ling'er's death in front of Luo'er, otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes! However, the prince, my subordinates are worried that the paper will not be able to contain the fire after all, and the princess will know it sooner or later."

"I naturally know this, it's okay to hide it for one day." Yan Mu paused and said, "Mo Han will definitely take Ling'er back to Nanchu for burial. Tomorrow morning, I will take Luo'er to the Bianzhuang outside the city for a few days. Ruo Luo'er asked Ling'er, and said that she and Mo Han returned to Nanchu. Because they were in a hurry, they didn't have time to say goodbye to me and her."

Yan Mu also knew that his ideas were full of loopholes, but for Luo'er's body and the children in her belly, he could only do this.

Lei Zhan didn't say anything else. He could only hope that it would be best to hide it until after the birth of the young prince.

After that, Yan Mu stood in the yard for a while, and then he entered the house after his face was not so ugly.

When he entered the inner room, he heard Ning Luo's voice sound: "Why have you been there for so long? What happened?"

Yan Mu paused, and his heart skipped a beat. He pulled the corner of his mouth, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "Luo'er, when did you wake up? I felt a little uncomfortable tonight, so I stayed in the ward for a while longer." As he said that, he took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, came to the bed, lifted the quilt and went to bed.

"When you got up, I woke up. Did you have a bad stomach during dinner today?" Ning Luo did not notice Yan Mu's abnormality. As she said, she held Yan Mu's wrist and looked at his pulse and said, "Mu Lang, your stomach is nothing, but your heart meridians seem to be a little unstable. Mu Lang, what is the discomfort in your chest?"

"No." Yan Muxin tightened, grabbed Ning Luo's hand, and pulled her into his arms. He knew Luo'er's medical skills were great, and he was really worried that she could see the clues.

"There is no best. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, do you know?"

"Yeah." Yan Mu reached out to cover Ning Luo's stomach, and he said again: "Don't worry, Luo'er, for our son, I will definitely take care of myself."

Yan Mu said this, but he felt deeply guilty in his heart. He had not raised Ling'er for a day in so many years. Now that Ling'er is gone, he can't shed a tear for her. He is really an incompetent father.

Ning Luo naturally couldn't hear the deep meaning of Yan Mu's words, and she said, "It's good to know, go to bed."

"Luo'er, I want to discuss something with you." Yan Mu knew that he had to speak at this time, otherwise what he said tomorrow would be more likely to arouse Luo'er's suspicion.

"What's up?"

"I want you to accompany me to stay in Biaozhuang for some days tomorrow."

"Why do you suddenly want to live in the Bianzhuang? We are leaving, what should Mo Han and Ling'er do?"

When Luo'er mentioned Ling'er, Yan Mu's heart suddenly felt ache, but he could only say without changing his face: "I have a friend who sent me a message saying that he would come to see me soon, but he is a strange person and doesn't like the numerous rules of our palace, so I want to go to the village to meet him and do my best to be a landlord."

"As for Mo Han and Ling'er, let them stay in the mansion by themselves. After all, they still have important things to do, so it is not appropriate to go with us."

Seeing that Yan Mu was right, Ning Luo didn't think much about it. She nodded and said, "Okay, I just follow you, just like that, I also want to go out of the city."
Chapter completed!