A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Seeing that he refused to budge, Emperor Yuxuan's rage grew and his murderous intent increased.

This little Sizhe was like a stone in the toilet, smelly and hard. Emperor Yuxuan cut him into pieces countless times in his heart.

If the secret of immortality had not been blocking the way, Xiao Sizhe, with his ignorance of the immensity of the world, would have died a thousand times already.

At this time, the sky outside the house was gloomy and covered with dark clouds, as if it was also suppressed by the tense atmosphere. The wind was howling, making the branches in the yard creak.

This immortal secret was like an invisible barrier, preventing him from expressing his love for Xiao Si Zhe, but he could still bear the hatred and could not kill her! Emperor Yu Xuan felt so aggrieved, as if there were ten thousand ants crawling in his heart, itching uncomfortably, but he could not scratch them.

He felt that if he didn't scare this brat, he would really think that I was a soft persimmon! So, Emperor Yuxuan pulled his face, waved his big hand vigorously, and his arm swung like a windmill, "Come here, send the prince to the imperial mausoleum for burial immediately!" His roar was so loud that it almost shook the dust off the beams.

When Concubine Wan heard this, she was as anxious as a cat whose tail was stepped on. She stood up at once, as fast as if there were springs under her buttocks. Her face flushed, her eyes widened, her hands trembled unconsciously, and she shouted to Emperor Yuxuan: "Your Majesty, the coffin has just been transported back, and the ceremony has not yet begun, and you..."

“Master, why are you leaving like this? How can we survive without you…” Before she could finish her words, six maids and seven servants ran towards the coffin howling. Their speed was as if there were hungry wolves chasing them.

Each of them had disheveled hair and their makeup was smudged from crying. They sat prone beside the coffin. Some of them kept slapping the ground with their hands, while others held on to a corner of the coffin tightly, each of them "heartbroken".

The crying was even more unpleasant than the sound of slaughtering pigs during the New Year, and it shook the Qingxin cottage again and again, as if the whole house was shaking along with their crying.

At this time, the candlelight in the room flickered in the wind, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, adding a bit of eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

When Emperor Yuxuan heard this, he felt his head buzzing and was extremely annoyed. He was already irritated by Xiao Sizhai, and now these women were making a fuss, which made him even more furious. He felt like his lungs were about to explode. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes were spewing fire, and his feet kept stomping back and forth.

"How to live? All of you will go to the imperial mausoleum to accompany the prince!" Emperor Yuxuan roared hysterically, and the blue veins on his neck burst out, like earthworms wriggling.

His shout frightened the ministers beside him so much that they couldn't help but shrink their necks, and some even took several steps back.

When the six maids and seven servant girls heard that they would all go to the imperial mausoleum to accompany the prince, they cried even harder. Their crying could have woken up the dead. They cried so hard that their noses and tears flowed, and they looked nothing like their usual selves.

They quickly knelt down and begged the emperor, rolling and crawling like dogs. Some put their hands together and kept bowing, while others hugged Emperor Yuxuan's legs and cried so hard that they were dizzy.

The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, making the windows rattle as if they would break at any moment.

Emperor Yuxuan was overwhelmed by the chaos of women. He angrily kicked the maid who was hugging his legs away, and the maid rolled on the ground several times.

Emperor Yuxuan said angrily: "Shut up! If you cry again, I will drag you all out and chop you off!"

This roar actually had some effect. The crying of the six maids and seven servants instantly became much quieter, but they were still sobbing and their shoulders were shaking like fallen leaves in the wind.

At this time, in the Qingxin hut, crying, shouting, and cursing were intertwined, and it became a mess. Emperor Yuxuan was like an ant on a hot pot, anxiously turning around, waving his hands constantly, but he didn't know what to do.

Xiao Si hid in the coffin and watched this scene. He was so happy that he covered his mouth and laughed secretly. His body was shaking with laughter. He thought to himself: "You, the tyrant, are so powerful. Let's see how you end up now!"

Emperor Yuxuan hated crying the most. His face was as cold as a stone, and that expression seemed to freeze the air around him. He stared at the six maids and seven servants with his eyes wide open, and his nostrils were flared as if smoke was about to come out. He was like a volcano about to erupt, and it was only a little spark away from exploding completely.

The more this happened, the stronger his murderous intent became. Little Sizhe stared at this group of people who were more likely to cause trouble than to help, still crying. His tender little face was red with anger, his brows were furrowed, and his bright eyes were filled with anger.

He opened his little mouth and shouted shrilly: "Stop crying, stop right now!!! Those who are not dead have been cried to death by you, why don't you stop it right now--" As he shouted, he waved his little fists, and his aura was really majestic.

This sudden strange sound seemed to carry an invisible force, not only the six maids and seven servants were shocked to stop their voices, but even the emperor and the ministers were shocked and shook their bodies, with astonishment on their faces. Everyone thought to themselves: Little furry kid, this power is too great!!!

At this moment, the Qingxin Cottage suddenly became eerily quiet, as if one could hear a pin drop. This silence lasted for a long time, and suddenly Yu Zhu laughed twice, and the laughter seemed particularly abrupt in this silence.

"I don't think the young master is still alive. No, no, he should be the crown prince now!" His voice was teasing, but also a bit nervous.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ya, the maid, rushed towards the coffin like an arrow, looking so anxious as if she wanted to confirm some huge secret.

They should have been full of joy, but suddenly, when they approached the coffin, their bodies suddenly bounced back, as if they were repelled by a powerful force. Then, seven or eight terrified screams resounded throughout the hut, and they fell back to the ground, their faces as pale as paper, and their eyes were full of fear.

They pointed at the coffin at the same time and shouted in trembling voices, "Ghost!" The voice was shrill and desperate, and then their bodies began to tremble like leaves in the cold wind.

When everyone saw their situation, they were stunned, with surprised expressions on their faces. The ministers looked at each other, their eyes wide open, their mouths slightly open, but they dared not make a sound. Emperor Yuxuan also frowned, his heart full of doubts.

Emperor Yuxuan originally didn't want to see his son's remains. He was already dead, what was there to see? But when he heard the screams of these maids, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart -

Although Yan'er was thin, it couldn't hide his extraordinary beauty. How could these maids be so scared? Did they mean that his death was horrible?