Handsome Prince, Come to my Embrace

The servants and servants in the palace all watched as she struggled to pull the bicycle, taking slow steps as she walked past one residence after another. Every time she stepped forward to raise her hand, she would always refuse, but how could a woman with wounds all over her body be able to last until the General's Estate?

The servants by her side looked at Luo Shang with pain in their hearts, but they could only stand there helplessly and anxiously, as they watched her walk out of the palace.

Mo Yun had been waiting for her for a long time. When he saw her, he immediately stood in front of her, blocking her way.

"Out of the way!" The sweat on her forehead flowed down Luo Shang's cheeks. Although the woman had her head lowered, it was not hard to feel her perseverance and decisiveness.

"Mo Yun's face was expressionless, and he did not move a single inch. If the one who died was the prince, what would happen to the princess? "

Being by Leng Shaoyu's side for twenty odd years, Mo Yun had never seen a man being so interested in a woman. He could even give up his hatred and explain it to her. Even the Bai Yuee back then would not be able to compare to this.

Luo Shang did not reply, if she had to choose one of the two, then, she hoped that the one who would die would be him. This way, she wouldn't hate him and would willingly accompany him to the end of her life.

Seeing her silence, Mo Yun asked. "Princess really doesn't care about the life and death of the prince?"

The woman raised her eyes and let out a cold and bitter laugh. She pursed her pale and dry lips and spoke sharply: "You don't have the qualifications to ask me, what right do you have to be a lowly servant?"

Mo Yun frowned. The person in front of her was just like the woman who had just married into the Duke Palaces a few months ago;

Was it just because of General Luo's death that she turned into such a state? Mo Yun looked at her deeply. What exactly did Luo Shang want to hide?

"Your highness will give you three days. After three days, he will personally bring you back to the mansion."

Luo Shang laughed in disdain and did not speak again.

Return to the residence? Why should he ask her?

She pulled the bicycle with difficulty, willing to use up all her strength rather than accept any more alms from him.

She was already exhausted even before she left the street bridge at the King's Manor. The weather had been especially gloomy for the past few days, and dark clouds rose from the north without any warning, creating billowing waves of anger.

Seeing that she was the princess consort, the citizens of the city were in a hurry to repay her kindness.

It was already late in the evening when Luo Shang returned to the General's Estate.

The ancient bronze lion turned into faded ice and stone, standing guard outside the mansion. The white silk fluttered back and forth with the wind, and the empty lantern with the word "Nether" carved on it swayed in the air. The big white flower was tied to the signboard, its entire General's Estate shrouded in a miserable and sorrowful aura.

There was no one outside the palace. Only wind blew past, and occasionally, the withered yellow leaves on the ground would be swept up along with the light, fine dust. The deep blue color that seemed like fog yet wasn't fog roamed about in the air above the General's Estate, giving off a deathly air.

Luo Shang lifted her watery eyes and stared at the distinct big word, the sadness and sadness melted into her eyes, and then stood quietly at the entrance of the Palace for a long while before she slowly withdrew her expression.

"She lifted the pallet and smiled wryly." Zhuo Jin, we are home. "

He dragged her body up the stairs and carried her on his back.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she heard an ear-piercing cry that pierced her eardrums, causing her to feel even more uneasy.

The few maidservants who were kneeling on the ground raised their heads. Seeing that it was Luo Shang, they rubbed their teary eyes in disbelief, and immediately went to receive him.

He called out, "Miss! It's Miss! Miss has returned!"

Everyone in the courtyard turned to look at the door, only to see Luo Shang dressed in white, with dishevelled hair. Her face was extremely pale, like a blank sheet of paper, completely lifeless.

"The servants rushed over to help Zhuo Jin, who was behind her, and could not help but cry bitterly. Zhuo Jin, why are you... "

Amidst the crying noise, a scream came from the mourning hall.

"Madam, madam …"

Everyone panicked, Luo Shang started to run towards the mourning hall, the obstacles to her feet caused her to fall to the ground after taking a few steps, feeling the panic in her heart, she let go of the servant girl's hand and rushed into the mourning hall.

White rolls of paper were scattered all over the hall, scattered on the floor. The intertwined white silk was imprinted with a dim light from a candle flame. The lights on the stage were flickering, and only half of a person's face could be seen. A huge wooden coffin was placed in the middle of the hall. However, the woman in the corner of the coffin had her eyes closed and her mouth was covered with blood. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes; the last tear had yet to dry.

Ah Yu hugged the lady that was on the ground tightly and cried out. All of the servants present kneeled down and started crying.

Her trembling eyes were fixated on the woman on the ground. Her eyelashes and lips could not be closed no matter what, and tears fell down from her eyes. She couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it either. However, the pain in her heart tore at her nerves again and again.

Her legs were numb, every step Luo Shang took was extremely difficult, and her steps were heavy.

"Madam …"

"Madam, why did you abandon us …"

In the face of everything that had suddenly happened, Luo Shang's tears were welling up in her throat.

"In a split-second, she closed her eyes, her face covered with tears as she kneeled in front of the woman." "Sister-in-law …"

Lo Ke died in battle, Nalan Rongya could not bear to live alone, so sshe drank the poison wine early in the morning and followed him. The Luo couple passed away one after another. Zhuo Jin died a miserable death. To Luo Shang, he could no longer withstand such a blow.

"Madam, Madam, please wake up, Zhuo Jin is crying, please listen, quickly listen, she is crying sorrowfully." Ah Yu lifted his finger and placed it between her lips, letting out a long sound, and then opened her mouth and gestured.

"Her eyes were filled with tears, but she was laughing foolishly." Madam, Zhuo Jin cried really hard, the child you brought back, she cried really hard.

Luo Shang looked at her, and held her hands painfully. Ah Yu, what's wrong with you? I am the young miss, I am the young miss. "

Ah Yu didn't seem to hear her words as he continued to giggle. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as he squinted with a smile. Miss … Miss is dead, she is dead, ma'am, where is the general? Where's the general? He was taken away by the Prince Jin? "

Her eyes were filled with fear. She suddenly stood up and flung Luo Shang's hand away, pushing her down to the ground. Madam, do not worry. Ah Yu will look for the general for you right now, and look for him. "

After she finished speaking, she ran out crazily.

"Ah Yu..." No matter how Luo Shang called out to her, she did not turn back.

"Miss, don't worry, the servants will go over right away, I won't let Sister Ah Yu get into trouble." The maidservants wiped their tears as they hurriedly followed the woman out of the mourning hall.

After being pushed around by Ah Yu, the pain in her leg became even more intense. Luo Shang knelt in front of Nalan, and his heart was already broken to the point where it couldn't be put together anymore.

She knelt quietly for a long while before she got up. Her voice was hoarse from the tears that had soaked it." "To bury the lady together with the general, and to wake up the next morning with the funeral procession.

"Yes, your servant obeys." The group of servants carefully remembered, following the usual rules, they went to take care of some matters.

In the vast spirit hall, Luo Shang dismissed the people, leaving only her kneeling alone in the cold and gloomy place. The wind was eating away at her thin clothes, and it was blowing on her pure white mourning dress. Her tears had dried, so she picked up the paper and slowly put it into the brazier.

Through the burning flames, Luo Shang felt that she was being burned by the flames. Her vision became hazy, and everything became blurry.

He fainted in his arms.

Leng Shaoyu's heroic face was like melted ice, but when he looked at the woman in his arms, his narrow and long eyes revealed warmth. His large palm caressed her cheek, gently wiped away the tears that were hanging on her face, and then picked her up.

She was so stubborn. She would rather endure any hardship than to accept his help. Did she really hate herself that much?

From the moment Luo Shang left the Duke Palaces, Leng Shaoyu had sent Mo Yun to always follow behind her, and followed her all the way to the General's Estate. However, Leng Shaoyu still could not relax, he knew that she did not want to see him, so he could only hide behind his back.

After two days of the Luo couple's funeral, he would take her home. From then on, he wouldn't let this woman suffer any more grievances.