Reborn from the ashes: Deadly Concubine

Chapter 391 Alone: ​​The Soul Returns to the Divine Sword
Gong Yehan was crying so hard that although his voice was loud, it was mixed with too many nasal sounds and sobs.He narrated the process with difficulty, and the adults around him were heartbroken...

At the head of Wangdu alley, a remote stone house.After Han Jinxue walked in, he pulled down the cap of his cloak and looked around.Gong Yehan who followed in quickly asked, "Second Prince, how is this place?"

Han Jinxue nodded, and Gong Yehan laughed happily.The two children walked into the back room, where a large cauldron was being erected, and the lava inside was slowly boiling.

He stared at the bronze tripod, while Gong Yehan tentatively asked: "Second Prince, this place is not fun, let's go."

Seen in Gongyehan, the task has been completed.But for Han Jinxue, all this has just begun.

"I want to do something, you can wait for me at the door."

Gong Yehan was stunned: "Thinking about something? I know there is a restaurant that is delicious..."

Han Jinxue glanced at him, and Gong Yehan pouted, saying that he had left.

After he left, Han Jinxue looked at the cauldron.Heat began to come out, and the lava was already boiling.He took out a piece of burning firewood from the bottom of the tripod and blew out the fire on it.Then start drawing around the furnace.

The memory of the previous life was awakened after the news of his father's death came.He finally understood the source of his uneasiness, and he also remembered how he was thrown into the furnace by his biological father that day.

He still remembers the fear when he walked step by step, and the pain of being melted by the lava when thrown into it.That's why he trembled all over when drawing pictures.

However, he will endure these fears and pains again, in exchange for the name of his mother and brother.

"Second Prince, what are you painting?"

A small head poked out from the door of the inner room. Gong Yehan might have been waiting outside for a long time, so he came in to take a look.

Han Jinxue turned his head, turned his face and said: "Don't you know that this is my second test for you? I'm impatient after waiting for a while?"

Gong Yehan opened his eyes wide and disappeared in a flash.Han Jinxue frowned and looked at the empty doorway again, the solemnity on his face was replaced by guilt.

I continued to draw, and I don't know why tears flowed down.

He is afraid of losing the love of his parents, which stems from being betrayed by his father in his previous life.In this life, he got it.Parents are willing to lose their lives for him, these are enough.

Finally, the painting is finished.Han Jinxue clamped a wooden ladder to the side of the stove.Afterwards, he walked to the side of the Wuzhentu and was on the outermost line.

Closing his eyes, he began to recall the day he heard the spell.

Then, he opened his eyes.

Step by step, he walked towards the furnace, and a childish voice rushed out of the small mouth.He stared straight at the steaming cauldron, but his heart was calmer than ever.

Father, we are going to be reunited in hell... oh yes, my soul is sealed in the knife and can't go anywhere.But it doesn't matter, because all this can be exchanged for the lives of the family.

Family, what a word.I'm so happy, so happy...

There was a loud noise, and Gong Yehan at the door was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.But soon he thought of the second prince in the room, and even though he was half scared to death, he mustered up the courage to rush in.

But when he entered the house, he could no longer see his highness.

The cauldron was split into two, and the surrounding area was splashed with lava.A knife that is much better than him, lying quietly in the molten lava...

Zhuo Zhuo stood in the stone house, looking at the knife still lying on the ground.The whole body is white, like the first snow in winter.

Is this the soul-killing knife?
Zhuo Zhuo walked over step by step, and finally knelt down in front of the knife powerlessly.Tears fell one by one, her heart seemed to be grabbed by someone.

Gong Yequan rushed back, dragged his son to the door, threw the crying child to the ground, and knelt down himself.

"Your Majesty, it was this bastard who killed the Second Prince. If you want to kill him or cut him up, you can do whatever you want!"

Zhuo Zhuo closed her eyes, she held the knife with both hands, and put it into her bosom.It was as if she had hugged her child for so many nights.

"Don't blame Han'er, he's already very sad."

Gong Yequan clenched his fists tightly, and He Xuan quickly helped the young master up and pulled him aside.Gong Yehan seemed to have found someone to rely on, holding the back of this big brother's hand and crying heartbreakingly.

He Xuan looked at Zhuo Zhuo in the room, his eyes turned red.I don't know how long this lasted, Zhuo Zhuo stood up holding the Soul Slaying Knife.

Everyone looked over, for fear that the king would draw his sword and kill himself.But when Zhuozhuo turned around, they didn't even see her tears.

"Your Majesty..." Wen Sheng was most worried and couldn't help calling her.

And Zhuo Zhuo, with only red eyes, said in a hoarse voice: "Today's matter, let Chang Mingdian record it. The second prince of Xia Kingdom, Han Jinxue, is willing to be born again for the sake of his parents and brothers. The soul-killing knife has reappeared in the world. The royal family has to wait and worship this knife for generations, and we must not neglect it."

"Yes!"

Immediately someone ran out, and Zhuo Zhuo also walked out of the stone house holding the knife tightly.She didn't say a word along the way, and returned to her palace all the way.Except for Wen Sheng, everyone else stepped down the steps, watching Zhuo Zhuo walk up to the pillar and disappearing.

"You wait outside and leave me alone."

After Zhuo Zhuo instructed Wen Sheng, he carried him back to the bedroom.As soon as she reached the center of the palace, she suddenly lost her strength.The whole person was limp on the carpet, one hand was still holding the Soul Slaying Knife, and the other hand was tightly clutching the carpet to support his body.

Jinxue, if your soul is inside this knife, come out and talk to your mother...

Close your eyes, tears streaming down your face.She kept calling, but got no response.

Zhuo Zhuo lay down, still hugging the knife so tightly.I don't know how long it has passed, until the tears flowed.

It was dark, and then it was light, and someone walked in.

"Your Majesty, let me embrace the snow too."

Zhuo Zhuo moved his dull gaze and landed on Ji Lan's face.Then she lowered her eyes and thought for a while, before she hugged her until she sat up.

"Does my sister think I'm crazy? I'm not crazy, don't worry. This one is no longer my Jinxue. It's just a soul-killing knife."

Ji Lan nodded and wiped away her tears: "I know you won't be defeated...you are so strong. It's just that those people are worried and dare not come in. I..."

Zhuo Zhuo smiled and handed over the knife in his arms.Ji Lan caught it and stroked it gently with her hands, tears welled up again.

"Jinxue...Jinxue...you are such a good boy. Mom and brother will be grateful to you, and everyone will remember you..."

Zhuo Zhuo just looked at Ji Lan and cried bitterly, as if Jin Xue was Ji Lan's son.

Ji Lan soon realized that she shouldn't show her grief in front of Zhuo Zhuo, so she quickly wiped away her tears and held Zhuo Zhuo's hand.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have...I'm just so sad..."

Zhuo Zhuo was in tears, but smiled softly.I was sad too, but the pain was so bad that I was numb.

(End of this chapter)