You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

Chapter 133 Liu Yiyi, You Should Die

Xiao Yun looked at the green bamboo on her back, his red lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

She wanted to explain something but didn't know how. A thin layer of sweat broke out on her jade-like face.

She looked at him steadily, her expression indifferent. She was not as grief-stricken as he had imagined, nor as hysterical as he had imagined. She did not accuse or curse.

But because there was nothing, Xiao Yan felt a little uneasy.

He waved his hand, signaling Feng Xin to take the green bamboo from Lin Zhaoyue's back.

As Feng Xin approached, Lin Zhaoyue looked at him warily:

"What do you want to do?"

Feng Xin was slightly startled and said:

"Miss Lin, let Feng Xin come! After all... it's not good for Qing Zhu to carry him on his back like this."

What after all?

After all, he is a dead person?

Lin Zhaoyue said with a cold face:

"I can carry her, I don't need you."

As she spoke, she looked at Xiao Yan and spoke calmly, her voice without any emotion:

"Your Highness, can you allow me to bury Qingzhu?"

Xiao Yan's lips moved for a long while before uttering a word:

"allow."

The sun was hot, and Lin Zhaoyue was carrying Qingzhu on her back. The further she walked, the more blood appeared on Qingzhu's body.

Blood was leaking out from the stitches on her stomach, and the sticky blood was smeared on her emerald green dress, with a foul stench that was almost nauseating.

Even Feng Xin couldn't help but frown.

But there was no expression on Lin Zhaoyue's face.

Xiao Yun glanced at Lin Zhaoyue a few times, and his delicate brows were frowned more and more.

"Where?"

Xiao Yun asked someone to bring a carriage, a coffin, the dead person's clothes and sacrificial offerings.

"Anjunshan."

Anjun Mountain is the highest mountain in the capital.

Lin Zhaoyue remembered that Qingzhu once said that if she died in the future, she must be buried on the highest mountain, so that after death she would turn into wind, unrestrained and free forever.

The carriage stopped at the foot of Anjun Mountain.

Xiao Wei asked the guards to guard the foot of the mountain and not allow anyone else to enter or leave.

Lin Zhaoyue couldn't lift the coffin, so she carried Qingzhu on her back.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but say:

"It's the same if you let the guards carry the body. The dead body is not clean and will make you sick."

There was already some toxin left in her body and she was weak. Furthermore, there was miasma in the bodies of dead people and if she was infected, she would get sick, especially since it was such a hot day.

Lin Zhaoyue ignored him and walked up the mountain carrying Qingzhu on her back.

This mountain is really high. When Feng Xin climbed halfway up the mountain, he was already out of breath. He turned his head to look at Lin Zhaoyue. Her little face was very pale, her breathing was rapid and weak, but her steps were steady.

Sometimes willpower is such a strange thing. Even when your body is not in good condition, you can still use it to break through the siege.

When he was wounded during the mission, he was able to survive only by willpower.

But Feng Xin didn't expect that a weak woman like Miss Lin Er could be so determined.

The longer the time went on, the worse the smell coming from Qingzhu became.

Xiao Yan followed Lin Zhaoyue silently, ready to catch her if she fainted.

But even when she reached the top of the mountain, her steps were still steady.

But his face was terribly pale.

Lin Zhaoyue carried Qingzhu on her back and looked around, finding a piece of land with the largest space and the widest view. She waited for them to dig the land and then put the coffin in.

She looked at Xiao Yan behind her and said expressionlessly:

"Your Highness, could you please ask all your men to withdraw?"

Xiao Yun waved his hand, and Feng Xin and all the guards retreated.

Looking at the motionless Xiao Yan, Lin Zhaoyue looked at him with her empty almond eyes and said without any emotion:

"Your Highness, please step back as well."

Xiao Yan looked at her for a while, then left as she said.

Lin Zhaoyue fetched a basin of water, carefully washed Qingzhu, and dressed her in red shroud.

After putting the person in the coffin, Lin Zhaoyue took one last look at her and said:

"Qingzhu, go with peace of mind. I will avenge you."

"If you have any unfulfilled wishes, please send them to me in your dreams, and I will definitely help you fulfill them."

"Find a good family in your next life and don't make your life so hard."

"I saved up all the dowry for you, but I didn't get to see you get married..."

……

Lin Zhaoyue kept talking to her, and finally she couldn't hold back any more and started crying, covering her face.

Listening to the faint sobbing sounds coming from the mountain, Xiao Yun's face became gloomy.

Dark clouds covered the sunlight and the weather suddenly became dark.

Suddenly, a drop of rain fell on his forehead. Xiao Yan reached out and touched it, and felt as if the feeling was familiar.

There was a rustling sound in his ears. He turned his head and saw heavy rain coming towards this side from the opposite hill.

He told Feng Xin:

"Go get an umbrella."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Feng Xin was very good at martial arts and got the umbrella back in no time.

Lin Zhaoyue looked at the rain opposite her, a little dazed.

In her previous life, when Qingzhu died, it was also a rainy day, and there was thunder that night. It was the biggest thunderstorm night of that year. She was so scared that she hid in the closet for the whole night.

Afraid that rain water would seep into the coffin, Lin Zhaoyue quickly closed the coffin, took out a shovel, and covered it with soil.

The rain was pouring down, and a shadow was cast over her head. Lin Zhaoyue looked up and saw Xiao Yan standing next to her with an umbrella.

She said nothing and ignored him, continuing to shovel the dirt.

Xiao Wei waved his hand and asked Feng Xin to go and help.

Lin Zhaoyue's calm eyes finally showed a ripple:

"You are not allowed to move."

They are all Qingzhu's enemies.

Xiao Yan didn't understand what she was so obsessed with, but he still waved his hand to signal them to pause.

The grayish-yellow mud had stained her dress, and with the foul-smelling blood on her body, she now looked even more miserable than a beggar on the street.

That frail body seemed like it would collapse at any moment.

After shoveling the last bit of soil, the tense string in Lin Zhaoyue's heart broke, and she rushed towards the coffin.

In the blur, she seemed to see the green bamboo again.

She was dressed in red and smiled at her:

"Miss, Qingzhu is gone..."

Xiao Yan grabbed her quickly.

Feng Xin came over to hold the umbrella. Xiao Yan picked him up and said coldly:

"Go back to the East Palace."

……

Lin Zhaoyue was awakened by thunder.

Thunder rumbled one after another, coming from far away and getting closer, as if exploding beside my ears, making the dark night as bright as day.

Her body unconsciously shrank back and leaned into a broad embrace.

Sensing the fear of the person in his arms, Xiao Yan reached out and held the person tighter in his arms.

"I'm not even afraid of the dead, but I'm afraid of thunder?"

After a pause, he said:

"Qingzhu's death was not caused by me."

Lin Zhaoyue's body tensed for a moment, then she sneered and moved away from his shackles.

She doesn't believe him.

I will never trust him again!

His promises and promises are worthless.

Xiao Yan wanted to say something, but the voice of a maidservant beside Liu Yiyi was heard outside:

"Your Highness, Miss Liu has a sudden heart attack. I hope Your Highness can come over."

Sudden heart attack?

Her heart attack came back at a perfect time.

It was the same in her previous life. Liu Yiyi couldn't bear to see her and Xiao Yan being alone together, and would always call Xiao Yan away on the pretext of having a heart attack.

And Xiao Yan would always leave her behind and rush over in a hurry.

Perhaps when people were among the common people, Xiao Yun always put her first in everything, but after returning to the East Palace and taking Liu Yiyi back, he seemed like a different person.

The huge sense of gap made her think wildly and confused all day long. During that period, she was always depressed and short of breath. She had no energy to do anything, and she would always cry for no reason at night.

When Xiao Yun saw this, he didn't feel the slightest bit of sympathy, but only sarcastically said that she was imitating someone ugly.

"I'll let Yuanyuan come in to keep you company. I'll be right back."

Lin Zhaoyue didn't respond to him and had no intention of talking to him.

Based on her understanding of the two of them, Xiao Yan would not come back tonight.

Sure enough, he didn't come back until dawn.

Thunder rumbled in her ears, Lin Zhaoyue's thoughts were in a mess, she curled up in the quilt and kept her eyes open until dawn.

When the rooster crowed at dawn, the first person to enter the prince's bedroom was Liu Yiyi.

"Sister Yue didn't seem to sleep well last night!"

Liu Yiyi's proud voice came.

Lin Zhaoyue looked at Liu Yiyi and silently took off the gold hairpin on her head and played with it.

Seeing that Lin Zhaoyue had no expression, Liu Yiyi said weakly:

"Sister Yue, Yiyi is afraid of thunder. Last night, Brother Ying just held Yiyi in his arms and coaxed her to sleep. Nothing happened. Sister, please don't be angry."

Lin Zhaoyue didn't care whether Xiao Yan held her while sleeping or coaxed her to sleep naked, she just wanted to...

Lin Zhaoyue hooked her finger at her and said:

"come here."

"What do you want to do if my sister calls Yiyi over here?"

There are maids here, and she doesn't believe that Lin Zhaoyue can do anything to her.

With this blind confidence, Liu Yiyi approached her.

Suddenly, Lin Zhaoyue reached out, grabbed her hair with one hand, and stabbed the golden hairpin in her hand towards Liu Yiyi's neck with the other hand.

"Liu Yiyi, you deserve to die!"

Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere.