A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

In the mourning hall, Concubine Wan had already taken out the carved wood from the coffin and hid it. Her face was pale and her eyes were full of sadness.

Seeing them carrying Sikong Yan in, Concubine Wan's body trembled slightly. She walked forward quickly and helped everyone to gently put her son Sikong Yan into the coffin.

Everyone moved very gently, fearing to wake up Sikong Yan who was "playing dead". When Sikong Yan's body was completely placed in the coffin, everyone stood aside silently, and the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.

Shui Qinglian's eyes were moist. She looked at Sikong Yan in the coffin, her heart filled with helplessness and sadness. She bit her lips gently, trying not to let her tears flow. She knew that now was not the time to cry. They had to find a way to deal with the upcoming Emperor Yuxuan.

Concubine Wan stretched out her trembling hand and gently stroked Sikong Yan's face. Her eyes were full of tenderness and attachment, as if she was bidding Sikong Yan a final farewell. Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end no sound came out.

Xiao Sanlang and Han Mingguang stood aside, their faces serious, their eyes revealing tension and uneasiness. They knew that once Emperor Yuxuan discovered their plan, the consequences would be disastrous.

The little phoenix flew into the mourning hall, its wings flapping gently, making a slight "whoosh" sound. It said in a delicate human voice: "Everyone, please think of a solution quickly, the emperor is coming soon." Its eyes were full of anxiety, as if urging everyone to make a decision as soon as possible.

Emperor Yuxuan looked at Qi Tian Xiao Han Mansion and found it was still the same as before, but the clothes hanging inside were not white cloth but red silk! Are they celebrating the good death of the prince?

"Is this a wedding?" Emperor Yuxuan pointed at the red cloth, his voice trembling slightly with anger. His fingers were pointed at the red silk tightly, as if he wanted to poke a hole in it.

Emperor Yuxuan's face was terribly gloomy, like the sky before a storm. His eyes revealed strong dissatisfaction and questioning, as if he was waiting for a reasonable explanation.

"How could it be? This red cloth is dazzling, and Brother Yan can see it from Jinting. He will be back in a few days, and he will be able to get home soon once he sees the red cloth!" Xiao Sizha said naively. Her eyes were sparkling and full of expectation.

Xiao Sizhe gently stroked her belly with a happy smile on her face. Her voice was clear and melodious, echoing in the air like a silver bell.

Emperor Yuxuan felt annoyed and resentful after hearing this. His brows knitted together tightly, forming a deep "chuan" character. There seemed to be a fire burning in his heart, making him unable to calm down. He blurted out: "Why come back after going there?"

Emperor Yuxuan's voice was filled with anger and disgust. This short-lived ghost should have died a long time ago. It was a blessing for him to be alive until now. Why did he come back after going to such a good place?

Emperor Yuxuan looked at the red cloth with hatred, thinking to himself: I have to find a way to take it down, hum! His hands were clenched into fists, trembling slightly. His eyes revealed a firm determination, as if he was determined to take down the red cloth no matter what.

"Hey, hehe! That's true!" Emperor Yuxuan smiled ugly, and that smile was full of bitterness and helplessness. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, but there was no smile in his eyes. Emperor Yuxuan took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then slowly walked into the mourning hall.

Walking into the mourning hall, the scene in front of him almost made Emperor Yuxuan burst into flames. In the mourning hall, although Concubine Wan had a red cloth tied on her head, the bright red cloth was out of tune with the atmosphere of the mourning hall. But her face was pale, but her eyes revealed a firm and light expression. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing the sadness in her heart.

Other insignificant people (that's what Emperor Yuxuan thought) all wore red ribbons on their heads and bodies. The red ribbons fluttered gently in the wind, as if mocking Emperor Yuxuan's anger. There was no trace of sadness on their faces, but instead they were inexplicably excited. They also had red belts tied around their waists, which were bright and eye-catching, as if celebrating something. Was it a death or a wedding? Emperor Yuxuan was filled with doubts and anger.

Emperor Yuxuan stood in the mourning hall. The bright red silk and red ribbon were so dazzling in his eyes, and the anger in his heart was burning like a volcano about to erupt. But after a moment, he had to suppress this anger by force.

In his mind, the strange behavior of these people seemed to become less important at this moment. The only thing he was thinking about was his secret of immortality.

Now, the most important thing is to determine whether Sikong Yan is faking his death. Thinking of this, Emperor Yuxuan's eyes became sharp, as if they could penetrate everything.

He took big steps and walked towards the coffin eagerly, each step was full of determination, as if he was going to reveal a great secret. The heavy footsteps echoed in the silent mourning hall, adding to the tense atmosphere.

At this moment, Xiao Sizhe rushed over to him like a flash of lightning. Xiao Sizhe's face was full of anxiety. She ran and shouted: "Your Majesty, this person has been lying here without taking a bath! He may have some sweat odor! Please don't be offended!"

His voice was crisp and urgent, as if he was afraid that Emperor Yuxuan would get close to the coffin. Her hair fluttered slightly as she ran, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Xiao Sizhe rushed to the coffin at an astonishing speed, then rolled over and fell into the coffin neatly. The agile movement stunned everyone present. They stared with their eyes wide open, their mouths wide open, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Emperor Yuxuan's face was full of question marks, thinking to himself: Isn't she pregnant? How can she be so agile? The air in the mourning hall seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Xiao Sizhe in the coffin.

Emperor Yuxuan was about to go forward to see what was going on when he saw Xiao Sizhe sticking her head out of the coffin. With an excited look on her face and sparkling eyes, she shouted loudly, "I've thought of the second secret of immortality!" The voice echoed in the mourning hall, like a ray of hope.

"Really!" Upon hearing this, Emperor Yuxuan jumped up in excitement. His face showed ecstasy, as if he had obtained the most precious treasure in the world. He couldn't wait to shout, "Quickly bring paper and pen!" His voice was full of eagerness and expectation. Emperor Yuxuan's hands trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of desire.

Even if his son Sikong Yan was standing in front of him alive at this moment, he would not know it.

Once the secret of immortality is obtained, all things in the world will disappear in an instant!

"I'm here!" Shui Qinglian brought the prepared paper and pen. His steps were hurried, with a look of nervousness and anticipation on his face.

Shui Qinglian carefully handed the paper and pen to Emperor Yuxuan, her eyes full of awe. His movements were gentle and cautious, as if he was handling a fragile treasure.