A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Three days later, the capital was shrouded in a pale white. It was not winter snow, but white silk that filled the sky. They fluttered in the cold wind, as if countless wronged souls were crying and wailing.

The tragic news that the Crown Prince had been suddenly assassinated spread throughout the capital like a plague, and then spread to the world at an alarming speed. Every corner was filled with this heartbreaking news.

The sky was gloomy, and the heavy dark clouds seemed to crush this sad city, making people feel so suffocated that they couldn't even cry. This year was like a book full of tragedies, and it was about to turn to the last page, but no one had expected that the ending would be so tragic.

The New Year is coming soon, which should be a time of joy and happiness, but the capital is immersed in sorrow and sadness. Concubine Wan is dressed in white, and her white dress flutters in the wind, but it cannot bring her any purity and peace.

Her face was filled with sorrow, her brows were furrowed, her eyes were red and swollen, her tears had long since dried up, leaving only endless despair and pain. Every wrinkle was engraved with deep sorrow, and every subtle expression told of the pain in her heart.

She stood quietly at the gate of the capital, leading a group of maids and attendants. The maids also lowered their heads, tears welling up in their eyes, but they dared not let them fall easily. The attendants looked solemn, clenched their fists, and tried hard to suppress the grief and anger in their hearts.

Accompanying him were all the civil and military officials in the court. They were dressed in plain clothes, their faces were haggard, and their eyes had lost their former brilliance. They stood there silently, the cold wind blew past, ruffling their hair, but it could not blow away the heaviness in their hearts.

Civilians from all over the city also gathered together, with tears in their eyes and grief and helplessness written all over their faces.

They prayed in their hearts and murmured to themselves: "Prince Zong, welcome home, have a pleasant journey!" Although the voice was weak, it was full of deep remembrance and respect for the prince.

However, Emperor Yuxuan continued to indulge in debauchery in Feiluan Palace. He was immersed in sensual pleasures and had no grief for the death of the crown prince. In Feiluan Palace, the sound of stringed instruments was heard constantly, the dancers twisted their waists, and Emperor Yuxuan laughed heartily, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him.

He had been living in this extravagant palace for three days and still hadn't come out. Outside the palace walls was a city full of sorrow, while inside the palace walls was endless enjoyment. This sharp contrast chilled people's hearts and made them angry.

At this time, the cold wind became more violent, making the white silk whistle. A drizzle began to fall from the sky, hitting people's faces, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

The entire capital city was engulfed in this sad atmosphere, as if it would never be able to break free from the shackles of pain.

Suddenly, it was very quiet. The slight north wind blew quietly, which made people feel creepy. There was a dead silence all around, as if even the air had frozen.

In the distance, the sound of horse hooves was heard, breaking the suffocating silence. Everyone was looking forward to it, their eyes full of tension and expectation. It seemed that their eyes could penetrate the thick fog and see the hope that was coming.

They were all praying silently in their hearts, hoping that the prince could rest in peace and that this sad moment would pass quickly.

The Imperial Master first appeared in everyone's sight in a black suit. He rode a grey horse, with a solemn expression and a frown on his face. The horse's steps were heavy and slow, as if it was also carrying endless sorrow.

There was a big white flower tied on the horse's head, which trembled slightly in the wind, making it particularly eye-catching.

The imperial teacher's face was insincere, pretending to be sad and angry. He was furious inside, and he had tried to sneak attack along the way, but still failed to "stab the corpse" as he wished. At this moment, he looked like an "angry turtle".

The hearse came slowly behind the Imperial Master, and the sound of the wheels rolling was particularly clear in the silence. Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang sat on the horses, one on each side, dressed in snow-white, with solemn and sad expressions.

Shui Qinglian's face was pale, her lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes were firm and resolute. He was thinking about things that others could not guess. Xiao Sanlang frowned, staring straight ahead, holding the reins tightly with both hands, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

A white crow stood on the top of the hearse, with its head tilted and its wings flapping, it was shouting at the top of its lungs: "The prince returns triumphantly, the prince returns triumphantly, the prince returns triumphantly..." The voice was sharp and piercing, and seemed particularly abrupt in this sad atmosphere.

Everyone was deeply moved, and they all knelt down and bowed in unison. Some had tears in their eyes, some sobbed quietly, and some bit their lips to hold back their grief.

They shouted in unison: "Welcome the crown prince back in triumph!" The sound echoed in the wind, carrying endless sadness and reverence. Their hearts were filled with nostalgia for the crown prince and worries about the future of the country.

When the Imperial Master Meng Tonglu heard the shout, he was startled and filled with anger. He widened his eyes and looked furious, thinking that it was his traitor who spoke wildly at such a solemn moment. He turned his head and scolded, "Asshole, do you want to die?"

The voice was like thunder, full of majesty and anger. At this moment, he was extremely upset, thinking that this inappropriate shout was disrespectful to the prince.

However, he saw his traitor Shui Qinglian sitting upright with Xiao Sanlang on either side of the hearse with a serious face, without saying anything.

Their expressions were still solemn, as if they were oblivious to everything around them. Shui Qinglian was only thinking about accompanying the prince on this final journey, and had no time to think about anything else.

Xiao Sanlang was immersed in his own thoughts, thinking about how to investigate the cause of the prince's death next.

And that ignorant "bastard" Crow was still shouting desperately on top of the hearse: "The Crown Prince returns triumphantly, the Crown Prince returns triumphantly..."

The crow seemed to ignore the teacher's anger and continued to chirp. Its feathers were ruffled in the wind, looking funny and inexplicably sad.

At this time, the wind seemed to blow even harder, blowing up the corners of everyone's clothes and disturbing their hearts. The crow's cry floated in the wind, as if it was the cry of the prince's soul, which made people fall into deep thought.

This bizarre scene added a mysterious and intriguing touch to this sad scene.

The state teacher's heart trembled! The familiar figure of this white crow instantly brought his thoughts back to the few times he had seen it in the north.

How did it follow? Its appearance was so sudden, could it be his patron saint bird? Legend has it that when the patron saint bird appears, that person will be resurrected! Is what the little madman said true?

Thinking of this, the Imperial Master suddenly felt angry. His face turned gloomy, his brows knitted tightly into a knot, and his eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and doubt.