Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 484 Is It Him Lying In There?

"Lord Chonglin died, just last night. The body was found this morning, and it is now lying in the Sizhi Mansion, waiting for the autopsy."

The guard's ending sound was crying.

Yingchen's pupils slackened for a moment, and he quickly walked a few steps in the direction of Sizhi's mansion, and then rushed away.

"Your Majesty!!" Lin Shuo led a group of dead soldiers to follow quickly.

In front of the Sizhi Mansion, a group of officials gathered to discuss this case.

Seeing Yingchen, their faces changed, and they bent down and knelt down.

"See Your Majesty."

Xuanshang and Xuanyue huddled at the door, weeping heartbroken, and before they saw the emperor, Yingchen pushed the door slowly and walked in before they had time to calm down.

Qu Changsheng sat beside a corpse covered in a white cloth, staring absentmindedly.

Ying Chen's footsteps were very soft, but in the dead silence, Chang Sheng slowly turned his head.

Her red and swollen eyes quickly gathered water mist the moment she saw Ying Chen.

Three steps away from the corpse, Ying Chen stopped.

"is it?"

He looked at Qu Changsheng, "Is that him lying there?"

Qu Changsheng thought that Yingchen might be angry and hysterical.

But he didn't expect that he was like a child who couldn't believe that his relatives had left, standing not far away, as if he didn't need to admit this fact unless he lifted the white cloth.

Qu Changsheng opened his mouth, only to find that there was a lump in his throat.

Such Yingchen made her feel even more uncomfortable.

"Yes."

The emperor frowned imperceptibly, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist. It took him a long time to find his own voice:
"When did it happen?"

"Wu Zuo said that he died last night. Someone injured his vitals, but he couldn't die for a while. The man even stepped on the wound, leaving him alive in the ice and snow, bleeding to death."

The more Qu Changsheng said, the more weeping, covering his face, he kept blaming himself:
"He died last night, what were we doing? When he was hurt like this, what were we doing!!"

Her crying almost broke his heart.

Ying Chen strode up to her, half-knelt down, and hugged her into his arms.

Qu Changsheng cried out of breath: "It would be great if I found out earlier, maybe it would be different if I found out sooner."

Chong Lin's body was covered under a white cloth.

Just like the snow that fell on his hair last night, the loyal and commanding gaze cast on him.

In the heavy snow, he was ordered to leave.

But it's an easy task.

But it's such a simple thing.

He thought that Lin Shuo would take his place and rest for him.

So he didn't come back.

But really never came back.

The veins on Yingchen's forehead bulged, his body trembled violently, and waves of cold and pain rushed into his heart, almost suffocating him.

"Your Majesty?" Chang Sheng keenly sensed something was wrong.

In the gloomy morgue, Ying Chen's face was faintly blue, and his eyes were fixed on Chong Lin's corpse.

"puff!!"

A mouthful of blood spat out from Yingchen's mouth, he clutched his heart tightly, and coughed up big mouthfuls of blood from his mouth.

"Yingchen!!" Qu Changsheng hugged Yingchen, blood stained his clothes, Xuanshang, Xuanyue and the others broke in, they were surprised to see the emperor vomit blood, they were in a hurry to help him up.

"roll!"

The emperor waved his sleeves, and those chattering officials fell to the ground in embarrassment. They didn't dare to say a word, and they all rolled away.

Lin Shuo, Xuanyue and Xuanshang were still guarding behind worryingly.

Qu Changsheng hugged Ying Chen, fearing that he would not be able to hold on.

He raised his hand and found Chong Lin's hand under the white cloth.

Cold, stiff, rough-worn palms that have been under his hands all year round.

He held his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He looked deeply, deeply.

In a trance, he remembered the past, after the insults from everyone, it was Chonglin who stretched out his hand tremblingly:
"Can you stand up?"

But the flames of war raged, and Chong Lin fell into a pool of blood, tightly grasping the hem of his clothes.

"Please ask your subordinates to work for you. For the rest of your life, your subordinates are willing to serve you faithfully until death!"

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spat out again, splashing on Chong Lin's hand, Ying Chen's expression changed, and he reached out to wipe it off, but his body shook and passed out.

(End of this chapter)