Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 338

In the Ninth Prince's Mansion on the outskirts of Beijing, a light-colored crescent satin carriage stopped.

Lu Ziyu lifted the curtain and went down to the ground, seeing a vast expanse of whiteness.

White paper lanterns, white knotted mourning streamers, and white mourning robes
These objects should be happy in the near future.

Lu Ziyu staggered towards the gate of the mansion. She was wearing a fine floral dress and stood in front of the desolate and desolate gate, looking a bit out of place.

Director Jiang, who was in charge of the prince's mansion, came out, and when he saw Lu Ziyu standing outside the door, he rushed forward to greet him.

He always had a cheerful face, but now he could only forcefully show a faint smile, "Why did Fourth Lady come here? The mourning hall hasn't been set up yet."

"Whose mourning hall?" Lu Ziyu's eyelashes trembled violently, her eye sockets turned red, but she was holding back the tears.

She has a stubborn temper and is the one who does not shed tears when she sees the coffin. Even if she does see the coffin, she will have to wait until the coffin is opened for an autopsy.

Before Director Jiang could say anything, a group of people came not far away.

36 boys in black, carrying a sandalwood incense coffin on their shoulders.

Lu Ziyu's legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

She watched the coffin being carried into the mansion with fascination.

"Hey, what kind of wind can bring the fourth lady here today?" Wang Ruofu came out of the door in a gorgeous dress. She was dressed in a bright red butterfly dress, wearing gold hairpins and emerald green hairpins, exquisite makeup, and joyful brows.

Is this the attire for a funeral at the house, or a wedding attire?
Director Jiang frowned in displeasure, and said to Wang Ruofu, "Prince Concubine's dress is inappropriate. If others see it, they may say that the rules in my house are not strict. Please go back to your room and change your clothes!"

Wang Ruofu looked at him with a sneer, "Prince concubine? Haven't I always been a guest at the residence? Besides, on the day of the wedding, did your highness go to my royal family to greet the relatives, or enter the bridal chamber and lift the hijab? But it can't touch my head."

This is really a tree falling and a hozen scattered!
Lu Ziyu looked at Wang Ruofu with cold eyes, eager to get rid of the relationship with the Ninth Prince's House.

She said word by word, "At the begging banquet that day, you forced this marriage with the imperial decree, but now you are willing to give up?"

Wang Ruofu pursed his lips, "A person who has been reduced to ashes, why should I pay more attention to it?"

Her brows were full of insidiousness, and she said in a stern voice, "Do you know why I insisted on forcing this marriage with an imperial decree?"

Lu Ziyu looked at her.

"Because of you, it's all because of you bitch!" Wang Ruofu's eyes were ferocious, and he gritted his teeth at Lu Ziyu, "Why do you have parents who love you, elder brothers who treat you kindly, outstanding talent and appearance, and love and affection?"

Wang Ruofu had a ferocious face, and patted his chest hard, "And I, since I was born, have suffered all the warmth and coldness of the world, and seen all the dangers of people's hearts. You live a beautiful life and are sought after by others, but I am like that pile of rotten Deadwood."

"I just hate you and hate you. You have everything, but I have nothing!"

Wang Ruofu stared at Lu Ziyu's sluggish face, and said happily with a snort, "Now, you have nothing left. Just like me, you only have a shell left."

Wang Ruofu's words kept lingering in Lu Ziyu's ears.

"Now, you have nothing."

She was right, she really seemed to have nothing left.

After a while, Lu Ziyu moved his dry lips, "I want to open the coffin for an autopsy!"

Exhumation?This is a crime of disrespect to the dead.

"Where are the corpses?" Wang Ruofu looked at her jokingly, his eyes full of complacency.

"I'm afraid the fourth lady doesn't know yet. Ten days ago, in order to quell the war earlier, the Ninth Prince led Qianqi to attack the Jinqi granary. Unexpectedly, he was caught in an ambush. Shizhi burns in a bath of fire, but cannot be extinguished in water."

"Ninth Concubine, be careful!" Director Jiang anxiously wanted to stop what Wang Ruofu was about to say, but it was still a step too late.

Wang Ruofou approached Lu Ziyu step by step, the hostility and resentment in his body formed a dense net, entangled Lu Ziyu in every thread.

"Your sweetheart has long been reduced to a handful of dust in the raging fire." Her cold breath sprayed on Lu Ziyu's face, "The stone fat soaked his whole body, skin, bones, flesh and blood, and the sparks from the fire were extremely gorgeous It's a pity that you couldn't see Si Niangzi."

Wang Ruofu, she is a dirty poisonous snake, she can always find the enemy's death spot, and then deal a fatal blow.

Lu Ziyu seemed to be bewitched by Wang Ruofou's words.

She stiffened her body and stood there, imagining the howling fire devouring her sweetheart indifferently and burning them up.
She still had a sliver of reason, and she was unwilling to believe all Wang Ruofu's words.

"Open the coffin and let me take a look." Lu Ziyu trembling lips, slowly looked towards Director Jiang.

Manager Jiang was puzzled, "This, this."

"Please." Lu Ziyu couldn't hold back anymore, his voice was trembling.

Wang Ruofu lazily leaned by the door to watch the show, as if he had nothing to do with the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

Luo Ning was standing behind his young lady, she was already sobbing, shedding tears like rain.

The figure in front of me is so thin and weak, how can I drag my scarred body forward.
Seeing that Lu Ziyu was so determined to open the coffin, Director Jiang finally sighed and compromised, "Please come with me, Fourth Lady."

Lu Ziyu followed Director Jiang all the way to the mourning hall.

The mourning hall is clean and tidy, although there are still some things that haven't been arranged properly, but it doesn't look like it was tidied up today.

It seems that news of his death should have reached the Ninth Prince's Mansion a few days earlier.

Lu Ziyu slowly walked towards the wooden coffin.

Her fingertips landed on the cold coffin, stroking gently again and again, as if she was nostalgic or nostalgic.

Lu Ziyu spread her arms and hugged the coffin into her arms. She pressed her cheek tightly against the coffin, whispering softly with her delicate lips, "Brother Su, are you cold? Can Si Niang keep you warm?"

His voice was choked up, and he burst into tears.

She was looking forward to it day and night, looking forward to her sweetheart returning home safe and sound, looking forward to wearing a rosy robe, waiting for spring, and marrying a husband.Unexpectedly, when I was looking forward to the end, I was looking forward to a sandalwood coffin and a handful of ashes.
Director Jiang stood aside, seeing such a charming woman in love and suffering, he couldn't bear it, and felt very pitiful.

His lips moved, but he sighed and shook his head after all, without saying a word.

"Open the coffin, I want to take another look at him."

"Si Niangzi, the person has been burned to ashes, even if you give the coffin to—" Director Jiang heard a heart-piercing growl from a female voice before he finished speaking.

"Open the coffin!" Lu Ziyu broke down and couldn't speak, he slumped on the ground while supporting the coffin, "Even if I can't see him for the last time, let him take one last look at me."

　Get your tissues ready! ! !

　　Don't say that Jiaojiao has no brains, she can't see that it's a trick.With her intelligence, she will definitely find out, but not at this time~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)