The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

The funeral of Princess Chen was simply the most "unique" drama in the capital in recent years.

Although it was called a funeral, it was conducted with such caution that one was afraid of disturbing the princess' sweet dreams.

There was no host present in either the men's or women's area.

The ministers paid their respects in silence, each with a look of mourning on their face, and went through the process one by one like zombies.

The little thoughts in their minds were louder than the beads on the abacus, but no one dared to say a word.

"Hey, you said that Princess Chen had a glorious life, but how come she couldn't even cry properly during her last journey?"

Lord Zhang lowered his voice and winked at Minister Li. His expression was like a cat that had stolen dried fish and was afraid of being discovered.

"Hush! Keep your voice down. Haven't you heard? The princess has gone to heaven to become a fairy. We mortals might disturb her if we cry too loudly."

Minister Li talked nonsense in a serious manner and pointed to the sky seriously, as if he could really see the princess nodding and smiling at him in the clouds.

"Haha, it's a pity that Brother Li doesn't write a story with such imagination. But then again, the funeral process was faster than the morning court in the palace. I guess everyone was holding back their laughter in their hearts."

Mr. Zhang laughed so hard that his shoulders shook and he almost couldn't keep the serious expression on his face.

"That's right. Look at that coffin. It's painted so shiny that if you don't know, you might think that the person lying inside is an emperor who is about to ascend the throne.

If the princess knew about this, she would probably say, "Oh, I am embarrassed to leave after seeing this!"

Minister Li gestured as he spoke, and his exaggerated gestures caused people around him to laugh.

"Yes, yes, yes. And the mourners are all crying like they are chanting sutras. I guess they are thinking about which restaurant to go to tonight to celebrate the princess' ascension to heaven."

Lord Zhang took over and the two of them sang in unison, turning the solemn funeral scene into a crosstalk concert.

At this time, a new minor official came over with a confused look on his face and asked.

"My Lords, is Princess Chen really that powerful? Why do I feel like everyone seems to be quite... quite relaxed?"

Lord Zhang and Minister Li smiled at each other, patted the humble official on the shoulder, and spoke earnestly.

"Child, you are still young and don't understand the mystery. In our capital, funerals are three parts mourning and seven parts drama. The key is to act realistically. As for what one is thinking in the heart, hehe, that depends on one's cultivation."

After saying this, the three of them looked at each other and smiled. In their smiles there was both helplessness towards the world and a little ridicule towards life.

After the funeral of Princess Chen, the bustle in Chen Palace did not diminish.

Instead, it continues in a more bizarre and joyful way.

In fact, during the whole process, Prince Chen Ling Chenyu hid in the study, plotting something with several of his confidants.

"You say, did this funeral confuse those old foxes?"

Ling Chenyu had a proud look on his face, playing with an exquisite feather fan in his hand, looking as if he had just won a great victory.

"Your Highness is wise. Now they will definitely not be able to figure out our intentions. It will be much easier for us to act in the future."

Leng Feng complimented, a sly gleam in his eyes.

"However, we can't take it lightly."

Su Wenxin reminded, "Although the princess is safe, the mastermind behind the scenes has not yet surfaced, and we need to continue investigating."

"Don't worry, I have my own plans."

Ling Chenyu smiled slightly, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Next, let's stage a good show of 'faking death and making it real', so that the person behind the scenes can reveal his true colors."

So, Prince Chen's Mansion became busy again, but this time it was not for the funeral.

But to create a bigger "surprise".

Ling Chenyu secretly arranged people to spread the news that Princess Liu Yaoyao "appeared" at the funeral.

In fact, he secretly ordered the inquiry team to secretly check the news about Liu Yaoyao.

But on the surface, he created a series of illusions to make the outside world believe that the princess had really passed away.

In the capital, rumors about Princess Chen's "funeral apparition" spread quickly.

For a time, people were in panic and all kinds of speculations were flying around.

Those forces that had been eyeing the Prince Chen's Mansion covetously were disturbed by this mysterious force and sent out spies to gather information.

However, what they never expected was that all of this was an elaborate scheme set up by Ling Chenyu.

He used the funeral of Princess Chen as a cover, but in fact he was secretly planning and forcing the mastermind behind the scenes into a desperate situation step by step.

Ling Chenyu secretly looked for Liu Yaoyao.

He was leisurely hiding under the wall of Prince Chen's Mansion, munching on a candied haws picked up from the street, and watching his own "funeral live broadcast" with relish.

That expression was as if he was watching a free show.

Seeing that the crowd had dispersed and there was nothing to see, Liu Yaoyao withdrew her gaze.

"Hey, Yueya, your disguise skills are simply amazing.

If I walk out with this face now, I guess even my own mother would be stunned for three seconds before she would recognize me! "

While Liu Yaoyao was intoxicated by the strange yet familiar face in the bronze mirror, she did not forget to compliment Yueya.

Her current appearance is completely different from before, and instead resembles her appearance in her previous life somewhat.

She was trying to avoid people as she walked along, but when she saw that no one recognized her, she stood in the crowd and watched the show.

Yueya was laughing so hard that her body was shaking.

The small brush in his hand drew non-existent arcs in the air.

It was as if the air was being given a SPA, and the sight was enough to make even the most serious craftsman burst out laughing.

She smiled and stole glances at Liu Yaoyao, her mind already racing as she thought about how to add fuel to the fire and make this "fake death drama" even more exciting.

Yueman has a cold attitude of "I understand you, but I won't say it".

He stood aside, his eyes full of pampering and helplessness, as if he was looking at two naughty sisters.

Occasionally, he would shake his head slightly, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips.

It was as if to say, "You two, there's really nothing I can do about you."

Just when the atmosphere was harmonious and they were about to continue their "voyeurism" business.

A sudden gust of wind not only blew away the fallen leaves on the street corner.

It also brought with it the vague sounds of discussion from afar, stories about how Ling Chenyu was crazy about love and was in agony.

Just like a thunderstorm on a summer afternoon, it comes suddenly and catches people off guard.

The smile on Liu Yaoyao's face froze instantly, as if the pause button was suddenly pressed.

But in just a moment, she returned to her "mind-it-yourself" look.

However, the complex emotion that flashed in his eyes was still keenly captured by Yueman.

Yueman lowered his head and thought for a moment. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

Finally, he decided to speak, his voice gentle and soothing:

“Miss, I know you are angry, but King Chen…maybe he has his own difficulties.

If you really don't want to see him, I will keep my mouth shut, but if you still have some concerns in your heart, why not let me test his attitude, after all..."

"What exactly?"

Liu Yaoyao interrupted him, a playful smile on her lips.

"After all, when I was crying my eyes out yesterday, he was enjoying himself in the land of gentleness?

Yueman, when did you become so chaste?

Don't worry, I, Liu Yaoyao, am not the kind of girl who would commit suicide for love. My funeral is just a game, and he is just an NPC in the game."

Upon hearing this, Yueman sighed helplessly.

He knew that behind Liu Yaoyao's seemingly free and easy appearance, there was a lot of unknown bitterness and stubbornness.

But he also understood that the only thing he could do was to protect silently.

Just as the three were preparing to evacuate the scene and look for the next good position to "peep".

An unexpected figure entered their sight.