Peerless Consort Wants to Divorce

Even though he had rushed over, he was still a step too late.

As Zhu Fangyuan led Wen Yi back to the manor, they could hear the sound of mournful wails ringing in the hall.

Zhu Fangyuan's legs went soft as he knelt in the courtyard under the torrential downpour.

Wen Yi quickly walked in, and surrounded the servants in front of the Old General Zhu bed, they were all crying bitterly.

Wen Yi went forward to inspect. Old General Zhu's breathing had stopped, his heart had stopped beating, and his expression was calm, as if he had gone to sleep.

After he had gotten his armor removed, the emperor would occasionally summon him to the palace to speak with him. Later on, because his legs were inconvenient, he could not enter the palace, and the emperor had personally left to visit him. His saint's family was wealthy, and there were many generals in the court who had once been his subordinates, so the funeral was planned without restraint.

Song Yunqian had also received pointers from the Old General Zhu before, so he had insisted on going to the funeral. However, his injuries had yet to recover, and he had been carried out.

Old General Zhu never married and had no children. Only in his later years did he receive an adopted son, Zhu Fangyuan, who entered the palace before his death and made a will in front of the emperor. Half of his family's wealth was inherited by his adopted son Zhu Fangyuan, while the remaining half was donated to the disaster area.

In order to show compassion to this old official, the Emperor knew that the Old General Zhu could not release his foster son, and had pitied him for his entire life. In order to retain the lineage of the Old General Zhu, on the day of the Old General Zhu's funeral, he righted Zhu Fangyuan's name, bestowed the title of Guardian Duke of the Inheritance to Zhu Fangyuan.

The Duke of the Kingdom Protector was only a title, so he naturally wouldn't interfere in court matters. But he enjoyed the salary and benefits of the court. The emperor knew that the Old General Zhu was not willing to have Zhu Fangyuan as an official, so he did not bestow him with any title, but instead allowed him to enjoy the salary of a government official.

Wen Yi had always been by Zhu Fangyuan's side. He was a candid person, and because of the Old General Zhu's care and care, even though he didn't have any relatives in this place, she could still find a direction to live in. However, now that she had lost her backbone, he was in an unprecedented state of depression and despair.

Wen Yi was not at ease with him, so for the past two days, she had stayed by his side to help him organize the funeral. As a doctor, she was used to seeing life and death as a form of separation. Although she was not indifferent to it, she could still treat it calmly.

Old General Zhu did indeed like Zhu Fangyuan a lot, he had even arranged for his future when he was still alive. It was also because of this that Zhu Fangyuan felt even more heartbroken, and was incapable of accepting the death of the Old General Zhu.

He knew a lot of the old parts of the Old General Zhu. In these few years, these old parts had all come to visit the Old General Zhu, but ever since the Old General Zhu couldn't walk, they had to sit in wheelchairs. They rarely went out to meet guests. Zhu Fangyuan was also a person who liked to make friends with others, so after a while, he started to get familiar with them.

For the past three years, Song Yunqian had never seen Zhu Fangyuan. Firstly, he rarely returned to the battlefield, and even if he did, he lived in seclusion. Other than entering the palace, he never went out. Secondly, Zhu Fangyuan was also not willing to see him, because at the very beginning, even she had thought that he was the one who had killed Wen Yi. Of course, when Wen Yi wrote that letter, he knew that Wen Yi was still alive, and thus forgave him.

Therefore, on the day of Song Yunqian's funeral, it was the first time that he saw Zhu Fangyuan.

At that time in the spirit hall, Zhu Fangyuan knelt at the side as he thanked the customers with a sorrowful expression. Song Yunqian was supported by an arm as he went forward to comfort his.

She was dressed in white, and her arm was wrapped with a black veil. She considered herself Zhu Fangyuan's younger sister, and so, she wrapped herself up with a black veil as a form of mourning.

When Song Yunqian saw her, he was a little surprised, but so was Wen Yi. Wen Yi did not expect to see him in such a state. And Song Yunqian's astonishment was due to him thinking that she was someone that Zhuge Ming liked, but he didn't expect his to be related to the Old General Zhu as well.

She slightly bowed, "Greetings, Your Highness!"

Song Yunqian still didn't know her name, and only nodded slightly, not asking any further. In fact, he wasn't interested in anything at all.

On the other hand, Zhuge Ming, who had followed Song Yunqian here, took a glance at him and recognized him as the man who was extremely intimate with Wen Yi in his room that day.

Song Yunqian turned his head around and saw Zhuge Ming's expression slightly changed. He immediately surmised that the relationship between Wen Yi and Zhu Fangyuan was a little unusual, but he did not question his, but only said softly: "The funeral is coming soon, are you going to follow me?"

Zhuge Ming nodded: "Naturally, I will be going with you. Your body hasn't recovered yet, why not not not go."

Song Yunqian shook his head, "No, when the old general was still alive, he had taught this king many things. This king had not been able to repay him a bit, but now that he has left, this king will send him off no matter what."

Wen Yi supported Zhu Fangyuan, and said softly: "The Mage told me to tell you, when the funeral is over, you should be in charge of carrying the spirit tablet to the front, and go back to wash your face."

Zhu Fangyuan acknowledged him, his swollen eyes carrying grief, he endured the pain in his heart, and bid his farewells to Song Yunqian and Zhuge Ming, and was supported by Wen Yi back home.

Seeing the two of them leave, Song Yunqian then asked Zhuge Ming: "I can see how you treat her, but she treat you, maybe it's not how you treat her, right?"

Zhuge Ming forced a smile, "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have any special relationship with her. "

"This King still doesn't know you?" The way you look at her, is that the way you look at ordinary people? " Song Yunqian sighed, "You aren't young anymore, you should find someone to live a good life with."

"What am I in a hurry for? It has to be suitable. " Zhuge Ming changed the topic, "Let's go out and wait for now, we'll follow the team out of the city and up the mountain later." Saying that, he reached out his hands to support Song Yunqian and slowly walked out.

Outside the courtyard opposite the main hall, the servants were clearing out the Old General Zhu's remnants. According to custom, when a person died, they would burn a few things that they liked very much, and accompany him on his journey.

Song Yunqian raised his head and saw that many people were standing in In the courtyard, waiting for the funeral procession to begin.

When Zhuge Ming saw that Song Yunqian had suddenly froze, he followed her gaze and looked over. His face instantly paled as he saw that among the items that the servant had cleaned up, there was one that looked exactly like the wheelchair had given him before.

Song Yunqian turned around and ordered Xiao San, "Push that wheelchair over to this king."

The son of the Xiao San took the orders, walked up and said a few words to the servant of the Zhu Residence, then pushed the wheelchair over.

Song Yunqian stood in front of the wheelchair, his expression did not change, but a look of pain condensed in his eyes. He slowly reached out his hand and gently touched the back of the wheelchair, then gently touched the back before landing on the armrest. He muttered, "Why is there a wheelchair here?"

Xiao San replied, "My prince, this servant asked the Zhu Family's servant that Young Master Zhu made this wheelchair. When the Old General was still alive, he could not walk, so Young Master Zhu made this wheelchair for him."

"Quick, bring me to Young Master Zhu." Song Yunqian immediately raised his head and asked.

wanted to stop him, but when he stretched out his hand in the air, he suddenly stopped. He knew that sometimes, the truth could not be buried.

Zhu Fangyuan returned to his room and suddenly sat on the chair in a daze without uttering a single word. His tears flowed down uncontrollably, but he bit his lips and did not cry.

Wen Yi was sad. She went forward and hugged him, consoling him, "Don't be sad, your life will always go on."

Zhu Fangyuan took a few deep breaths, trying to hold back his tears, but they still wouldn't come out. In a teary voice, he said, "Wen Yi, when I was in the modern world, I once hated and hated someone, he was my superior and robbed my girlfriend. When I hated him the most, I almost wanted to kill him!"

Wen Yi patted his back. When he brought up modern matters, it felt like a lifetime had passed, which made her heart feel uncomfortable.

"But I miss him now. I want to see him again. Wen Yi, I miss modern people so much, miss my parents, miss my friends, miss my family. In the past, when my foster father was around, I still had hope in my life, and I could still force myself to endure. But now, I really don't want to stay here anymore. Zhu Fangyuan hugged Wen Yi, and finally couldn't hold back crying loudly.

Wen Yi's eyes were also filled with tears. She sobbed and said: "Don't be like this.

Zhu Fangyuan looked up at her in panic and said passionately: "Wen Yi, why don't we try and see if we can return to the modern world. Let's try to jump off a cliff and dive into the water. "Maybe it's not really a part of the bridge, maybe it's real. Maybe it's just jumping in and we'll be back when we wake up."

Wen Yi said in despair: "Zhu Fangyuan, let's be more rational, we can't go back anymore."

The light in Zhu Fangyuan's eyes dimmed. He shook his head and said in pain, "I think I'll go crazy sooner or later."

Wen Yi could no longer hold back, hugged him and cried.

He was crazy, and she was also going to go crazy. She could not see the end of her days, and was always suffering, when a person as resolute as Zhu Fangyuan would break down, and she, how long could she last?

As the door opened, a chilly autumn wind blew in, sweeping up the curtains of the room. The autumn air was gloomy, and the next was the killing winter. It was as if there was no hope, just like the human heart.

Outside, Zhuge Ming's face was pale, his limbs ice-cold.

Song Yunqian stood there and looked at the person in the house crying with their hands behind their heads. He felt pain in his heart, as if he really needed to grieve without restraint.

He almost did not care about Zhuge Ming, the pain in his heart flowed out just like that. After seeing the wheelchair, his heart had always been weak, as if someone had grabbed onto his life vein, and he could collapse at any time.

Wen Yi saw him first and the pain in her eyes met with his. She knew who he was and he didn't recognize her at all.

She let go of Zhu Fangyuan and gently pushed him a little. Zhu Fangyuan lifted his head, restrained the sadness on his face and put on a normal look. He stood up and asked: "Why is the Prince here?"

When Song Yunqian's gaze fell on his face, it was as if he was still in a stupor.