Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 418 Her Funeral
She couldn't help but listen carefully.

"...It's a pity to say that the regent Mingli only married the princess last month. The battle, the scene... dozens of miles of red makeup, thousands of miles of red silk shop, envy so many people in the world, but don't want to... "

"Yeah, I really didn't expect that the princess regent would be so unlucky. You said she went to Dongyue to do something alone and died in a foreign land. Now the regent Mingli has just held the funeral of Mingli late emperor. It's really a poor person to have a funeral for his princess in a hurry..."

"Yes, I heard that the regent loved the princess very much. When he heard that the princess passed away, he was so sad that he fell ill for three days..."

what!
her funeral!

Murong Jiujiu stood not far from the chaotic booth, and heard the words of the few people just now clearly, and it was clear that she herself was struck by lightning.

Yuhua actually believed Feng Wushang's lie and believed that she was dead.

He actually held a funeral for himself!

Although there was a small voice in my heart that kept telling Murong Jiujiu that this is impossible, this is absolutely impossible, maybe this is some kind of strategy of Yu Hua.

But no matter how she persuaded herself, it seemed that she couldn't cover up that Baili Yuhua held a funeral for her and admitted the fact of her death to the world.

"...As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a king for a day. Although the regent is not a king, the position of the regent princess cannot always be vacant like this. Maybe it won't be long before Mingli will marry a new regent princess."

"Yeah, I don't know which woman has such a blessing..."

All kinds of speeches, following the noisy flow of people, continued to reach Murong Jiujiu's ears, but she was already stunned, unable to listen to a single word, only one sentence lingered in her mind.

He held a funeral for her!

Until the few merchants who spoke seemed to see something fearful, their faces were filled with astonishment, and they quickly packed up their things and left, surrounded by people visiting the Lantern Festival.

Unknowingly, they stepped back and left.

Murong Jiujiu realized belatedly that there were already many people standing silently behind him.

"Don't run away?"

Feng Wushang's cold voice sounded from her ears.

Probably the voice was too cold, Murong Jiujiu regained consciousness with a jolt, she turned around stiffly, and found that Feng Wushang and his entourage and guards were standing straight behind her without leaving.

Probably because the aura of these people is too strong, even if they didn't say anything, they scared the surrounding people to avoid them.

Face a loose.

Feng Wushang had already stretched out a jade-like hand bone, with a cold face, he gently took off the oil paint mask on her face, revealing her pale and miserable face.

But what Murong Jiujiu cared about at this moment was not these things, but those merchants just now, he asked in a daze: "Those people, you arranged them here to tell me what they said."

Now Murong Jiujiu hopes that all of this is Feng Wushang's intentional arrangement, in order to crush her expectations of Baili Yuhua.

However, from the coldness in Feng Wushang's dark eyes, Murong knew for a long time that all of this had nothing to do with him, that Baili Yuhua... really held a funeral for her.

After admitting her death to the world, what is she now?
"Murong Jiujiu, this Patriarch never thought that you would be so stupid. I told you before. The so-called love between a man and a woman is nothing more than flowers in the mirror and moon in the water. What you call happiness is nothing but happiness." It's only been a month, maybe next month, he will marry another woman with Wanli Jinhong, and you are already dead in his heart..."

"You are talking nonsense."

Murong Jiujiu suddenly blushed, and coldly interrupted Feng Wushang's words.

She would never believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes, but no matter what, she would choose to believe that Baili Yuhua, the ten miles of red makeup, and Wanli Jinhong were all real.

The red candles in the bridal chamber are like lingering water, and they are all true.

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Feng Wushang looked at Murong Jiujiu with a sneer, seeming to pity her ignorance, but also mocking her stupidity, "You can't wrap fire with paper, you will know what happened soon, but now...you are my Feng Wushang." How dare you run away from the woman Shang brought back."

He almost gritted his teeth for the last sentence.

In this world ruled by men, especially in Xishan, where the status of men and women is even more disparate, this is an unforgivable crime.

"Do you want to kill me?"

Probably because he was sure that Feng Wushang would not kill her, Murong Jiujiu asked so confidently.

"My master will not kill you."

Feng Wushang shook his head, "But I will use our Huashan's usual tricks to deal with disobedient women, treat you well, Murong Jiujiu, you asked for this, bring the things here."

"Yes."

Lan Feng nodded and stepped forward, actually took out a pair of pig iron shackles from behind.

Seeing this, Murong Jiujiu was usually calm, but his expression changed immediately, Feng Wushang actually wanted to tie her up like an animal, using shackles.

"How could you..."

Feng Wushang's handsome and respectable face seemed to be imperceptible at the moment, it was as cold as frost, and what he was doing now was something that all Huashan men would do.

Lock up disobedient women like cattle.

"Why can't I? Why, do you still think you are Mingli's high-ranking princess regent? It's a pity that you are already dead in Mingli, and you are nothing now... Locked up."

Feng Wushang said coldly.

Immediately a guard stepped forward.

Although Murong Jiujiu had been suppressed in her internal strength and had no ability to resist, but being shackled in public was definitely a matter of dignity, and she suddenly resisted without warning.

But what effect could her resistance have? Her hands were tightly bound, and the heavy shackles almost broke her unhealed wrist.

Not only on the wrist.

Even his feet were put in shackles.

"Feng Wushang."

Murong Jiujiu's eyes were red, his complexion was pale, his hair was disheveled, full of desolation and despair, and his cold words came out of his eyes, but his lips and teeth were bitten tightly, refusing to cry out.

She just looked at him with such anger and despair.

Feng Wushang turned around indifferently.

He continued to order: "Don't call for a carriage. My family mainly wants her to escape, so she should walk back obediently step by step with the shackles on."

Immediately, one after another watching the show fell on Murong Jiujiu.

This is a busy city.

"Feng Wushang..."

Murong hated for a long time as if he wanted to bite the name into pieces and crush it, but it still didn't help. He thought of Yuhua who was far away in Mingli and the desperate situation in front of him.

She only felt a burst of blackness in front of her eyes, and then fainted on the ground.

(End of this chapter)