The female-dominated general has gone mad, and the man helps bury the body!

The coachman looked at the cracked marks on the wheels and frowned.

This is fine, why did the wheel crack?

Without thinking, I took the spare tools and wheels and started working.

Half an hour later, the carriage continued to move forward.

Two figures disappeared in the darkness.

Su Yao is still worried. How can she feel at ease if she doesn't see the old woman buried in the fire with her own eyes.

Suddenly a burst of warmth hit him, Fu Chenyang opened the car curtain in confusion, his eyes widened instantly, looking at the fire in front of him in disbelief.

"My lord...my lord, it's not good, the Prime Minister's Mansion is in trouble."

At this time, the driver's terrified voice came.

Fu Nian pushed open the car door and looked at the fire ahead, forgetting to react for a moment.

"Hurry, hurry up and get there."

Fu Chenyang was the first to come to his senses and immediately urged the driver.

"Oh, good."

The driver hurriedly drove the carriage towards Prime Minister Fu, who was in flames.

"Xu..."

The driver tightened the reins and the carriage slowly stopped.

"My lord, we have arrived."

Fu Nian hurriedly helped Fu Chenyang out of the carriage.

Fu Chenyang looked at the fire all over the sky and felt his heart twitch.

He suddenly grabbed a commoner's arm and looked at him expectantly.

"Prime Minister... Where are the other people in the Prime Minister's Mansion? Have they... come out?"

"We have been fighting the fire for so long and no one has come out."

The common man held an empty bucket in his hand, said helplessly, shook his head, turned and left.

The other people shook their heads and left the place one after another.

Fu Chenyang's eyes widened in horror, no, no.

He turned around and looked at the people leaving one after another, praying anxiously.

"Please, don't leave, save them."

"The fire is too big and there is no way to save it."

The speaker shook his head, looked at Fu Chenyang's big belly, and reminded him kindly.

"You're inconvenienced, so you'd better leave as soon as possible. This Prime Minister's Mansion may be in danger, so don't get yourself hurt."

After saying that, he took the empty basin and left.

The fire started so fiercely that they had no chance to put it out.

In a moment, only Fu Chenyang and three others were left at the entrance of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Fu Chenyang shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"No, no, I'm going to save my mother, father and the others."

As he said that, he held his stomach and rushed in.

"Little Master, no, the fire is too big."

Fu Nian firmly pulled Fu Chenyang and refused to let him pass.

"Let me go, let me go, I'm going to save them."

Fu Chenyang struggled excitedly.

"My young master, it won't help if you go in. Now hurry up and find the master of the house."

Fu Chenyang was shocked...

"Yes, my wife."

He suddenly looked at Fu Nian.

"Go find the head of the family quickly."

"Little Master, let's go together."

"No, riding in a carriage is too slow. You ride a horse."

"But……"

"No, but, go quickly, I have a coachman here."

Fu Nian gritted his teeth and nodded.

He turned to look at the coachman with warning eyes.

"Take good care of the master. If the master has any problems, you are the only one to ask."

The coachman trembled and nodded.

Fu Nian unloaded the carriage, got on his horse, and ran towards the Seventh Princess' Mansion.

Fu Chenyang's eyes widened and he stared blankly at the blazing fire in front of him.

The flames raged like a demon, mercilessly devouring everything.

His heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, making him unable to breathe.

The entire Prime Minister's Mansion was reduced to a sea of ​​fire, with thick smoke billowing and covering the sky.

Fu Chenyang's eyes hurt from the smoke, but he still stared at the sea of ​​fire, as if he wanted to see his former family through the flames.

Fu Chenyang felt a heartbreaking pain, his body was shaking, and tears fell down his cheeks.

"Um……"

Suddenly, there were bursts of pain in his stomach. Fu Chenyang slowly knelt on the ground while holding his stomach.

"Lord..."

The driver was startled and hurried forward, but looking at Fu Chenyang in pain, he didn't know what to do and stood beside him at a loss.

Fu Chenyang held his stomach and slowly sat on the ground, his forehead suddenly covered with beads of sweat.

He looked at the coachman and spoke with difficulty.

"I...I'm about to give birth. Hurry...find Po Wen quickly."

"Oh oh oh, okay, my lord, hold on, I'll go find Po Wen."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran away in a hurry without even thinking about it.

Fu Chenyang bit his lip with his teeth.

It hurts, it hurts so much, it seems like every cell in my body is hurting.

Suddenly a pair of black boots appeared in his field of vision.

His eyes lit up slightly, but when he saw the appearance of the person clearly, the light in his eyes dissipated instantly.

He held his belly and looked at Su Yao in panic.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Su Yao squatted down, her eyes cold.

"Don't worry, I just want to reunite your family."

After finishing speaking, the woman stretched out her hand to open his jaw, threw a pill into his mouth, raised her hand, and slid the pill into his throat.

Fu Chenyang was startled and coughed desperately, trying to cough up the pill, but it was in vain.

"You...you devil, my wife will never...let you go."

The corners of Su Yao's mouth curved up, showing that familiar gentle smile.

"Haha, really, but you must not be able to see it."

Fu Chenyang suddenly felt severe pain in his stomach, making him unable to breathe.

Then the pain spread to his whole body, and his body seemed to be split in half, and every piece of skin was burning.

Sweat soaked his hair and clothes.

At this moment, he was really scared. His children were about to be full-term, and they must not be in trouble.

Fu Chenyang stretched out his hand with difficulty and grabbed Su Yao's clothes tightly.

"Please... please, save... the children, they are... innocent."

Su Yao frowned and looked at the hand with disgust.

He stepped on it and slapped it hard, his voice cold.

"If you can't control your hands anymore, I don't mind chopping them off for you."

"Ah..."

The piercing pain in his fingers made him scream.

Su Yao looked down at him like this.

The woman's face was still so gentle and beautiful under the orange-red warm light, and the hem of her clothes fluttered with the cold wind.

Su Yao glanced at Fu Chenyang coldly, turned around, and walked towards the palace without looking back.

Shangguan Yuli followed behind.

Fu Chenyang stared at the woman's leaving figure, his eyes full of hatred and unwillingness.

He felt his life slipping away, his eyelids getting heavier, he tried to open his eyes and look in the direction of the Seventh Princess's Mansion.

How he wished he could see that figure again.

Gradually, a blurry figure appeared in his sight.

Fu Chenyang stretched out his hand towards the figure with difficulty.

The figure was getting closer and closer.

Fu Chenyang smiled and moved his lips.

"Wife..."

The two gentle words dissipated in the wind.

He could no longer hold on and slowly closed his eyes.