Pin Shanhe

The mourning hall was set up in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, where a group of relatives and friends came to pay their respects.

The Shen family had arrived long ago and were helping with the funeral arrangements.

The most exaggerated one was Shen Xiucheng, who lay on the coffin and cried his eyes out, repeatedly saying that this was not real, how could a hero like Xuan Wang die?

Jun Jingyan and his sister Jun Anning also came.

Dressed in plain white clothes, they slowly stepped into the mourning hall, lit three sticks of incense, and bowed in worship.

Jun Jingyan said in a somber tone, "Please accept my condolences."

Jun Anning's eyes were slightly red. What saddened her most was not the departure of the Xuan King, but her heartache for Shen Fu.

A mistaken wedding procession caused her to miss out on the man she longed for.

Later, she was betrayed by her sworn sister, suffered a miscarriage and lost her child, and was physically and mentally damaged.

Now she has lost her husband...

The successive blows would be unbearable for anyone.

Why would someone as kind as Sister Shen suffer such injustice?

She wanted to comfort Shen Fu, but didn't know what to say.

In the face of life and death, all words are pale and powerless.

Shen Fu was in much better condition than she had imagined, and even comforted her instead.

"The dead cannot be brought back to life, and no matter how sad you are, it will be of no use. You should take things easy."

The dead are gone, but we should still consider the needs of the living.

Even if she was heartbroken, she had to suppress her grief because she didn't want the people around her to worry.

But when everyone left and the surroundings fell silent, her long-suppressed emotions finally erupted.

"I clearly warned you that this trip was fraught with danger and you had to be careful. Why didn't you heed my words?"

"How can you be a man if you leave so irresponsibly, leaving me to shoulder everything?"

"If you can't keep your promise, why did you make it in the first place?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gust of wind blew by.

The candle flames flickered, and white banners fluttered throughout the room.

Shen Fu's grief-stricken thoughts suddenly stopped.

My first thought was, "Has Xiao Xuanjin manifested?"

Wait, she suddenly felt that this scene was familiar, as if it had happened before?

She suddenly snapped out of her daze, a hint of annoyance and helplessness flashing in her eyes, and gritted her teeth as she called out that name into the silent air.

"Rong Yan, aren't you bored?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a lazy chuckle sounded from behind him: "You found out so quickly, how boring."

Before she could react, a large hand appeared around her waist, and she was instantly pulled into a firm embrace.

Even her hands were enveloped by a long, warm hand.

"Why is it so cold?"

The man's handsome brows furrowed slightly, and his tone clearly carried a hint of displeasure.

A cloak was draped over her shoulders, carrying his body heat and a faint, cool fragrance.

Shen Fu looked up and met his handsome, deep-set eyes. The harsh words that were on the tip of her tongue just wouldn't come out.

Before she could ask, the man spoke up: "Now that the remains of the Xuan King have returned to the capital, I naturally have to come and pay my respects to this former war god."

He took the incense and solemnly bowed three times to the memorial tablet.

Shen Fu watched this scene and felt that something was strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She thought to herself that he should leave as soon as he finished bowing.

Unexpectedly, the man's gaze shifted, looking at the coffin not far away, and he uttered a shocking statement.

"Go in peace, from now on your woman is in my hands!"

"you……"

Shen Fu suddenly choked on her own saliva and coughed violently.

A large hand gently patted her back, the tone tinged with helplessness.

"How could you be so careless? What would you do if I weren't here with you?"

"..."

Her cough got worse.

It took her a while to catch her breath, and she glared at the man in front of her.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

The man's expression was calm, showing no sign of unease, and his tone was self-righteous: "I was worried that he would be unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation because of his attachments, so I kindly offered some words of comfort so that he could leave in peace."

"..."

If Xiao Xuanjin could know this from beyond the grave, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life!

"Shut up! How dare you disrespect the deceased before his spirit, causing him to suffer in the afterlife! This is utterly outrageous!"

"Ha... When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; what soul is left? If he were really here, seeing us like this would be quite a thrill."

Shen Fu stared wide-eyed, unable to comprehend how such a cold and aloof face could utter such shameless words.

Unable to bear it any longer, she pushed the man away.

"You're shameless!"

"Is this what you call shameless? That night, someone forced himself on me, took advantage of me, and then refused to take responsibility. What is that?"

Shen Fu's face instantly flushed red. "You...shut up!"

The man, however, showed no restraint and spoke in an aggressive tone.

"If I hadn't shown up that day, would you still be standing here? What kind of man is someone who can't even protect his own wife? He's not worth you grieving for him!"

"I won't allow you to talk about him like that!"

Even if Xiao Xuanjin had been ordered to lead an expedition to the Northwest at the time, she would never have thought of having that kind of thing happen between them.

Their relationship was based on affection but remained within the bounds of propriety, and it wasn't as sordid as he imagined.

"What, afraid your war god husband will hear us? He's already dead. Even if we reenact what happened that night here, there's nothing he can do."

How could he say such a thing in front of Xiao Xuanjin's memorial tablet?

Her strong sense of morality made her extremely ashamed and angry, even feeling ashamed to the point of wanting to disappear.

Unable to bear it any longer, she pounced on him and covered his mouth with her own.

His sensual, thin lips landed on her palm, sending a tingling, numbing sensation through her, as if she were being stimulated by some kind of electric current.

She tried to pull her hand away, but unexpectedly gave the man the opportunity to "take an inch and a mile," and he leaned in and kissed her lips.

"Well……"

Shen Fu's eyes widened suddenly, unable to believe that he would dare to do such an outrageous thing, and she hurriedly tried to struggle.

Just then, a series of footsteps suddenly came from outside.

She panicked instantly; it was a guard on night duty at the Prince's residence!

If they see this, I'm afraid I won't be able to clear my name even if I jump into the Yellow River.

She immediately patted the man's chest, trying to get him to let her go, but to her surprise, he pressed her against the altar behind him and deepened the kiss, holding her firmly in place, unable to break free no matter what she did.

The footsteps grew closer, and Shen Fu became increasingly anxious.

The moment they entered, the man grabbed her and slipped behind the coffin.

The heavy coffin perfectly concealed the two figures, hiding all the romance and chaos.

At the same time, a guard pushed open the door and came in.

"Didn't the Princess say she would keep vigil for the Prince tonight? Where is she?"

"They should be back by now. They must be exhausted after a long day; even the strongest body can't take it!"

"I think I heard some noise inside just now. Should we search it and take a look?"

Shen Fu's heart jumped into her throat.