“Your Highness, shall I prepare it right away?”
He didn’t dare refute Su Muwei’s words, but he knew exactly who his master was. He didn’t dare do anything without Lu Fenying’s order.
“No need. Bring Muwei back,” said Lu Fenying calmly.
Red Wolf hurriedly gestured at Su Muwei. “Miss Su, let us go back.”
Su Muwei pouted. “Your Highness, let’s go back together. I made you two dishes. I heard that you haven’t eaten for days, and you’ve gotten thinner. Weiwei’s heart hurts. The dead can’t come back to life. You have to cherish your body.”
She swayed Lu Fenying’s arm coquettishly.
Lu Fenying looked at her. “Be obedient.”
Although it was just two words, his tone was so cold that Su Muwei didn’t dare be rash again.
Su Muwei stomped her foot. “Alright. Weiwei will go back, but I’ll wait for you in the bedroom. You must eat today.”
Su Muwei glared hatefully at the grave mound before she left. This damn b*tch was still causing trouble even after her death.
After they left, Lu Fenying summoned a sword with his spiritual power and stabbed it into the grave mound, digging the soil out bit by bit.
Red Wolf, who had returned, hurried over. “Your Highness, what are you doing?”
“My father gave the fox fur cloak to me. I have to take it back,” said Lu Fenying expressionlessly.
Red Wolf felt a headache coming on. It wasn’t the fox fur cloak that the crown prince was going to take back, but the body inside the mound.
Red Wolf grabbed his hand to stop him and said solemnly, “Your Highness, if you can’t bear to part with Miss Qian’er, let’s dig her up and have the Nether King return her soul to her body.”
Lu Fenying said coldly, “So what if I can’t bear to part with her? She would rather die than stay by my side.”
He had only wanted to fulfill her wish after she died.
However… he found it difficult.
Until now, he still didn’t believe that Mo Qian’er was dead. He could clearly still sense her aura.
She was among the plum blossoms, and in the study, the bedroom, the main courtyard, the entire crown prince’s residence – she was everywhere
He didn’t believe that she was dead.
So, he had to dig her up again to see if Mo Qian’er was really so bold as to die without his permission.
“Your Highness, you’re the master. She has no right to die if you don’t want her to,” said Red Wolf solemnly.
“But she’s dead. Her body is cold. No matter what I do to her, she can’t feel anything. She even took the baby with her.” Lu Fenying’s voice was so soft that Red Wolf had to strain to hear him.
He didn’t seem to be talking to Red Wolf, but to the body in the tomb.
Red Wolf didn’t know how to comfort His Highness.
Red Wolf silently loosened his grip, and Lu Fenying swiftly cut the grave mound open with his sword, revealing the coffin made of gold.
Red Wolf and the guards were about to help, but Lu Fenying’s sharp gaze swept over them, scaring them into stopping.
Lu Fenying opened the coffin. The body was the same as it had been last night. The makeup made her face look just like before.
Lu Fenying bent over and pinched Mo Qian’er’s face. There was no more flesh on it, and only a layer of skin remained; it was as cold as ice in winter.
