Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 463 – If I Don’t Give Up
In the 30th year of Mingxi, the fifth day of April.

By the Yanbo Bridge, the Prime Minister's Mansion was now covered with a layer of mourning, and Sikong Que was wearing a white mourning dress, kneeling in front of Zhao Qingmei's spiritual throne as a widow.

He finally found his wife's crushed body under a boulder not far from Zhao Mu's body. He found a dagger at the foot of the body, which was Zhao Qingmei's personal self-defense.

Zhao Qingmei's death was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, this interlocking coincidence, and the abnormal behavior of his mother Guan Yi made him sure that Zhao Qingmei's death must be a long-planned murder.

If Zhao Qingmei dies, who will benefit the most?Only Zhong Liyin in front of him can successfully get rid of the shackles of the marriage contract with Zhao Qingmei. He hates it so much. If he had known that Qingmei would die because of the grievances of the year, he would definitely find Zhong Liyin and tell all the truth. Confidentially.

"When will you be mourned?"

Zhong Liyin was dressed in a bright red broad robe, handsome and elegant, Zhao Qingmei finally died!
He looked forward day and night, and finally waited for the news of her death. The indescribable hesitation lingering in his heart finally disappeared the moment he learned of her death. At this moment, he even felt that the steps under his feet were brisk.

"Don't bother me, I've been crying all day long! My prince hasn't slept for a few days, and I don't have time to wait for Zhao Qingmei's July 49 sacrifice. Now, my prince orders you to quickly dispose of Zhao Qingmei's coffin." .”

The mournful atmosphere in the prime minister's mansion suffocated him, and the day and night wails and the monk's supernatural singing made him even more restless.

"Your Highness, you and the prime minister have not yet separated. The woman lying dead in the coffin is at least your nominal wife. Are you so impatient?"

Sikong Que stood up neither humble nor overbearing and walked in front of Zhong Liyin, since he was in such pain that he was in such pain, then no one should think about it!
"You all go out, I have something to say to the Ninth Prince."

Si Kongque had a very high prestige in the prime minister's mansion, so Zhao Xi and other servants respectfully withdrew from the mourning hall. Seeing Zhong Liyin's sarcastic blush that was incompatible with the solemn mourning hall, the coldness in his eyes gradually froze into ice.

"In the past, you hated her because you thought she was the executioner who killed Baili Si, so why now?"

"Your sweetheart is living well in this world, and you are in the Hanyan Pavilion, doing those things, and you are going too far, ordering her to go, standing in the cold wind to replace the two of you." Cover up the scandal!"

"Shameless!"

Sikong Que looked contemptuously at Zhong Liyin who was full of astonishment. From his astonished expression, he instantly understood that Zhong Liyin was completely unaware of Bailisi's intentional calling of Qingmei to guard Hanyan Pavilion.

"Sikong Que, it's not me!!"

Zhong Liyin, who had come to his senses, suddenly realized that Baili Siming must have done this, and her purpose was obvious, which was to humiliate Zhao Qingmei and make her completely desperate, and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment.

"Si'er almost lost her life back then, but thanks to God's pity, she saved her life. If it wasn't for Zhao Qingmei, she would not have missed the crown prince of Hongguo. Si'er and I are hard to get married if we have lovers. Thanks to Zhao Qingmei, even if I crush her to ashes, it will not be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

Zhong Liyin complained loudly almost hysterically about the endless resentment lingering in his heart, all of this was Zhao Qingmei's fault.He told himself over and over again in his heart.

"She was wronged. It was planned by your sweetheart Baili Si and the Crown Princess Zhong Liyao. If you don't believe me, you can go to the palace to confront your good imperial sister instead!"

A sarcastic sneer appeared on the corners of Sikong Que's lips. Since his light eyebrows died in vain, then everyone will have no hope of living in peace. If he doesn't give up, this world of mortals will be reduced to Shura Hell!
"By the way, I was also outside the Hanyan Pavilion that night. Do you know what she said at that time?"

At this time, Sikong Que seemed to be a poisonous snake, staring at Zhong Liyin who was on the verge of mental breakdown due to a series of brutal truth blows.

"She said that she was worried that you were not entrusted to anyone. She said that there was a deep gratitude between you and you, a life-and-death teacher and friend. From the beginning to the end, she didn't have a single word of complaint."

Sikong Que's last sentence could not be described as disrespectful, and this sentence of deep gratitude, life and death, teacher and friend, finally became the last straw that crushed Zhong Liyin.

At this moment, he just felt his whole body go limp, and then he slumped and fell to the ground. Why doesn't she hate him!Even if she resented him and spurned him with the most vicious curse in the world, it was better than those eight heart-wrenching words.

"Sikong Que, I know you have a deep affection for her, but don't forget that I am her rightful husband, and I order you to mourn immediately!"

"Whatever you want~"

As Sikong Que said, he walked straight towards the unsealed coffin, and immediately stepped into the coffin, lay down calmly, and shared the coffin with Zhao Qingmei.

"In the name of my side-husband, I, Si Kongque, volunteered to be buried for the Prime Minister. Please ask the Ninth Prince to quickly order someone to seal the coffin."

Zhong Liyin snorted coldly. It was obvious that Sikong Que was threatening him with death. He really thought that he was the son of Grand Scholar Guan Yi, so he wouldn't dare to kill him?In this life, he hates being threatened the most!
"What do you think you are? This prince hates others to force you to die. Do you think I dare not order someone to seal the coffin?!"

"Come here, my side-husband, Sikong, volunteered to be buried for the prime minister. Immediately nail the coffin of the prime minister with soul-relief nails. You will be mourned immediately after lunch today! Don't disobey orders, or you will be killed without pardon!"

"Thank you~"

Sikong Que's frank thanks came from inside the coffin. Although it was just a stopgap measure, he suddenly thought that it would be another kind of relief to just leave this world with Qingmei regardless. As for the so-called revenge, it is no longer important.

After Zhong Liyin dropped this undeniable order, he almost ran away, turned around and left the Prime Minister's Mansion, riding Juechen, galloping towards the direction of the palace.

At this moment in the mourning hall, the servants who were ordered to seal the coffins all looked at each other in dismay, but Guanshi Liu of Dongyuan was holding a sharp sword out of its sheath, watching them to seal the coffins. Shakingly nailing the Soul Relief Nail.

Inside the coffin, Si Kongque, who had let go of his stubborn disguise, hugged the remnant of his beloved wife, crying heartbreakingly, but as proud as he was, he still bit his lip and wept silently, he couldn't figure it out , What kind of unrecoverable crime did he commit? Why does he always miss Qingmei?

"Hurry up! If you can't send the funeral on time after lunch, you will all die!"

Liu Hanying triumphantly waved the sharp sword in his hand and threatened, he was already cheering in his heart, His Highness finally came to the end of all hardships, I believe he will marry His Highness Baili soon, at least he is also the wife of the princess.

If she is lucky enough, she might be able to become the imperial concubine of the Hong Kingdom in the future!Then those of them who are slaves will naturally ascend to heaven alone.

And behind her, a familiar figure appeared like a ghost...

(End of this chapter)