My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

Fate is indeed cruel and will not develop according to the trajectory people expect.

Over the past few years, she has watched Yan Tingfeng gradually become more calm and mature, and of course she also knows that he has been collecting information about her.

Her portraits were sent to him every year, and he then placed them in the Intelligence Cabinet.

She also knew that he had been to Fengyuan before, but she was not there every time he went.

They had never deliberately invited each other, because in both of their minds, they would definitely meet each other for a long time in the future.

But there is no future.

Ye Wanlan blinked gently, his eyelashes moved slightly, and before he knew it, a tear fell.

Missing each other between them is both a mistake and an overdone one.

This missed opportunity means separation forever.

The first time he saw her was with her dead body.

But at this time Yan Tingfeng didn't know that she was dead. Because her death was a big deal, the court had not announced it to the public yet, and her coffin was on the way back to Fengyuan.

Not to mention Yan Tingfeng didn't know, even the Sword Saint Xie Linyuan didn't know at this time.

Soon, the left protector came back and said, "Master, there are too many weapons in the Divine Weapon Pavilion. Which one do you think is more suitable for Princess Yongning?"

"Send weapons to Princess Yongning?" The Right Guardian was extremely surprised. "Everyone knows that Princess Yongning is weak and sick, why send her weapons? If you send them to her, won't they become useless?"

"Although she is weak, she has millions of warriors in her heart." Yan Tingfeng said calmly, "But she can't use many weapons because of her internal strength."

He pondered for a moment, and finally picked out a jade hairpin from the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

There is a mechanism inside this jade hairpin. It can be used as a hidden weapon to take a person's life in an instant. Even if one's internal strength has been cultivated to the eighth level, it cannot be avoided.

When not in use, you can also insert it in your hair as a decoration.

It is both beautiful and convenient.

"The host really understands the girl's preferences." The left protector smiled, "It is rumored that Princess Yongning also likes beautiful clothes. It just so happens that we will pass by Jinchuan City on our way to Fengyuan Club, so we can buy some beautiful dresses for Princess Yongning."

Yan Tingfeng put the jade hairpin into the long box and said calmly: "You can do it."

The right protector and the left protector went out and whispered to each other.

“Although the host didn’t laugh, I felt that he was in a good mood.”

"Perhaps it's because I'm finally going to meet Princess Yongning, so I feel relaxed."

"Hey, when the host and the princess meet, there will be a lot more folk story books. I'll buy a few and read them later."

"Hush! Be careful if the host hears you, or he'll kill you!"

Behind him, Yan Tingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Are we finally meeting?"

The headquarters of Shenxiao Tower was located near present-day Yunjing, while the capital of the Ning Dynasty was in Fengyuan.

From the central to the northern part of the Shenzhou continent, plus dealing with some affairs along the way, seven days had passed by the time Yan Tingfeng was about to arrive in Fengyuan.

In the end, he was unable to go to Fengyuan because on the way, he saw a long funeral procession.

Yan Tingfeng had no intention of staying until he saw the emblem of the Xiang royal family and the man riding a horse at the front of the team.

It’s actually the King of Yan!

The Prince of Yan is a descendant of the four royal nobility. Who can allow him to attend his funeral?

Behind the King of Yan, there were ten thousand people holding the rope, and there were also a thousand guards protecting the mausoleum.

The people on both sides of the road were all dressed in mourning clothes. The pure white color made Yan Tingfeng feel pain in his eyes at this moment.

The whole country is in mourning. Whose funeral are they attending?

Who can have such treatment?

A name was about to come out, and Yan Tingfeng heard his heartbeat, which was the highest in a long time, and it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest.

After a long while, he finally found his voice and asked, "Excuse me, old man, whose coffin is that?"

"Sir, you are coming from far away, right?" the old man replied, "That is the coffin of Her Royal Highness the Princess. Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

The rest of the words came to his lips, but he didn't finish them. They were swallowed up by the sobs.

There were not many princesses in the Ning Dynasty. People called her "Her Royal Highness", usually referring to Princess Yongning.

Yan Tingfeng was in a trance for a moment, and after a long while, he said in a very soft voice: "...Xiang Lan?"

Calling the crown prince by his name is extremely disrespectful.

But the people on both sides of the street were immersed in great grief and had no intention of paying attention to him and directly called out Princess Yongning's name.

Everyone was grieving and everyone was crying.

Yan Tingfeng's feet were a little unsteady, and he repeated: "Is it really Xiang Lan?"

The right and left protectors were also stunned.

They traveled thousands of miles to meet Princess Feng Yuan and Yong Ning, but she... had passed away?

This... this is simply fate's trick!
Yan Tingfeng raised his hand and pressed his heart. He suddenly sneered, "How dare she die?"

Why did Xiang Lan die when he hadn't yet taken that position above all others, hadn't yet accomplished his grand ambitions, and hadn't yet become the most outstanding emperor of the Ning Dynasty?!
“Sir…” Seeing Yan Tingfeng like this, the left protector felt a kind of fear. He opened his mouth and said, “Sir, I am sorry for your loss.”

What is there to mourn?

Not to mention that the martial arts world and the imperial court are inherently contradictory and opposing, and there have been many frictions of varying sizes over the years. The Lord of Shenxiao Tower and Princess Yongning did not even know each other and were complete strangers.

Even the left and right protectors who had been stationed in Shenxiao Tower for four years could not understand Yan Tingfeng's loss of composure at this moment.

They had never seen such a master of Shenxiao Tower.

Even when surrounded by people, he could still chat and laugh calmly.

They also knew that the Lord of Shenxiao Tower admired Princess Yongning, but why did her death cause him such a huge emotional fluctuation?
Ye Wanlan felt something strange.

She actually attended her own funeral in this way.

In fact, she had known that she would die, so before she died, she asked Emperor Zhaozong to keep her funeral simple.

She didn't need an underground palace, nor did she need to be buried alive with the dead. She just wanted to return to Yancheng, where she had lived for a while as a child.

Historical records say that "the whole nation was in mourning and all the people rushed to mourn." It was all voluntary and there was no coercion.

She saw it.

Yan Tingfeng didn't know what he was doing. He followed the funeral procession led by King Yan for several days.

"Master." The right guardian spoke carefully, "You haven't closed your eyes for three days and three nights. You should take a rest."

With the martial arts that are unrivaled in the world for the Lord of Shenxiao Tower, let alone three days and three nights, even a month is nothing to him.

Yan Tingfeng finally came back to his senses: "Have you found out the destination of the funeral procession?"

The right protector hurriedly said, "It's Yancheng."

Yan Tingfeng: "Then, give her a ride."

Feng Yuan and Yan Cheng, one in the east and one in the west, are thousands of miles away, but he wants to escort her home. (End of this chapter)