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Hearing his question, Yan Dan pretended to be touched and began to cry softly, "My lord, you don't know, Lord's illness seems to be incurable. What will I do in the future?"
When the beauty cried, it was as if a few drops of dew had fallen on a Crabapple Blossom, making the already lecherous Rong Huan drool. He thought to himself that if Chengyang Jun were to pass away, perhaps this beauty could end up in his hands.
He shamelessly stepped forward and gently advised, "Madam, please do not cry; your heart will hurt your body. You are exceptionally beautiful and will surely find a good family in the future."
She stopped her tears, lightly brushed her fingers across her face, and shyly asked, "Do you think I am beautiful, my lord?"
"Of course you are beautiful, extremely beautiful," Rong Huan replied, emboldened by his desires, and took a step closer to grasp her delicate hand.
Yan Dan sidestepped, avoiding his touch. While wiping her tears with a handkerchief, she glanced sideways at the curtain and thought to herself that Chengyang Jun was truly patient; he claimed to like her yet remained so composed while someone was flirting with her right in front of him.
She chuckled lightly and said, "You are truly considerate, my lord. I will be counting on you in the future." With a fragrant handkerchief, she gently flicked it onto his face.
Rong Huan caught a faint scent that made him feel weak all over. He grabbed a corner of the handkerchief with a smirk on his face, his features wrinkled like they had been scratched by a cat's paw.
He chuckled, "This lord knows what’s going on."
Though he felt tempted, he ultimately dared not act recklessly in the residence. It was better to resolve matters first. He asked, "How serious is Lord's injury?"
"You can see for yourself," Yan Dan replied as she lifted the curtain, revealing half of Zhong Xue's body inside. That face, that nose, those eyes—truly Chengyang Jun. At this moment, his complexion was no longer pale but rather an unusual purplish hue. His upper body was half-naked, with thick bandages wrapped around the injured areas; the rest of his exposed skin was bright red. At first glance, he looked less like a person and more like a peeled shrimp—both red and white—with what seemed like sauce still clinging to his face.
He was gravely ill—definitely gravely ill—perhaps even on the brink of death. Otherwise, how could someone in good health appear so bizarre?
Rong Huan felt relieved—absolutely relieved—and hurriedly took his leave. Yan Dan reached out to stop him and smiled sweetly, "When will you come to take me away, my lord?"
Rong Huan looked around and saw no one else present. He replied quietly, "In three to five days at the least or seven to eight days at most." He then reached out and touched her face.
She suppressed the urge to slap him and nodded slightly while sending him a flirtatious glance.
The honorable Rong immediately felt intoxicated and floated out as if he were walking on air.
As soon as he left, Kazama quickly slipped in and asked, "What did that Rong gentleman come here for?"
Yan Dan sneered, "Let's see if your master is dead or not?"
"What has he done?"
Yan Dan glanced at him and said lightly, "He wants to marry me."
"What?" Kazama nearly jumped up in panic, "What are we going to do about our master?"
She flirtatiously touched her hair, "Isn't he supposed to be dying?"
Her words left Kazama speechless. He opened his mouth to speak but heard her say again, "Don't just stand there, hurry up and buy a coffin. Get ready for the funeral for Lord."
Kazama was anxious and thought, "If Lord isn't dead, why prepare for a funeral?" But recalling Zhong Xue's instructions, he couldn't come up with a response.
Seeing him unmoving, Yan Dan kicked him in the calf, "Go quickly, or I'll hold a funeral for you first."
Kazama hurriedly ran out, feeling extremely frustrated. It wasn't his idea, and he hadn't offended her. Why was he the one suffering because of this game of wits between the two?
Naturally, he couldn't go buy a coffin; if the person wasn't dead and he bought one first, he'd be the one to die. Spotting an opportunity when Yan Dan was no longer inside, he quickly turned back.
Zhong Xue was still lying motionless on the bed, looking increasingly lifeless. He felt a rush of anxiety; if Lord didn't wake up soon, they'd really have to put him in a coffin.
He wanted to pull him up but didn't dare. Leaning close to his ear, he whispered, "Everyone has left."
This statement worked like magic; the person lying on the bed immediately sat up.
He hurriedly asked, "Lord, did you hear what they just said?"
Zhong Xue responded with an "Mm."
Kazama asked, "What do you think we should do?"
"Do as she says."
"Who?"
Zhong Xue glanced at him, "It's a funeral, a proper funeral. Everything that can be arranged has been arranged, so give This Lord a good send-off."
Kazama wanted to ask if he had been burned silly; who in the world holds a funeral for a living person? Especially with the living person's consent.
"My Lord, what are you really thinking?"
"What my lady thinks is what I think." He smiled. Since the show must go on, they might as well perform the whole act; otherwise, how could he repay those who had invested their thoughts in him?
In this world, only Yan Dan knew what he was planning and only she understood his thoughts. It was simply unreasonable that they were not bound together.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Take This Lord's token and go to the army to deliver a message. Tell the brothers to get ready; we are going to make a big move."
Kazama immediately perked up, "My Lord, just watch. We will turn the tables on them. Even if we charge into the palace and kill Wei Wang, others can only claim self-defense at most."
Is this guy not smart? He glared at him, "Why aren't you going yet?"
"Yes." Kazama replied and couldn't help but turn back to look at him, "My Lord, do you really think everything is fine?"
"Everything is fine."
"But your face...?"
"What about my face?"
"Why does it look like liver?"
Zhong Xue exploded in anger and shouted, "Get lost—"
Kazama immediately ran off.
Zhong Xue touched his face, feeling furious enough to boil over. His face was purple; how could it not be? That bastard Rong Huan actually dared to tease his woman in front of him. Was he treating him like he was dead?
Although he was indeed pretending to be dead. He looked at his face in the mirror, which was not only purple but also frighteningly red; this must be the work of San Chun. This girl was really ruthless; just the other day, she seemed to have feelings for him during their intimate moments, and now she had turned against him. Women’s hearts are as deep as the ocean; it seems to be true.
He would guess this girl’s thoughts later; for now, he needed to deal with the troublesome matters outside.
Lying back down on the bed, he sneered at the ceiling. He had had enough of these bastards in the court over the years; there was always someone pressing down on him, which was quite unpleasant.
He was indeed injured, and it was serious. He had fought with a Giant Python all night and collapsed from exhaustion. He thought he was going to die, but his subordinates took some snake meat, snake gallbladder, snake blood, snake venom, and snake organs and made him eat a little bit. They chopped up the meat or brewed medicine or made soup for him to consume.
This Giant Python had lived for many years, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon in the mountains; its body was full of treasures that could all be used in medicine. Even a dead person could be revived by consuming it. After eating it for several days, he miraculously began to recover.
Only he and a few subordinates knew that he had healed; no one else was aware. Outsiders spread rumors that he was gravely ill and near death. He hadn’t attended court for many days, and those who usually disliked him began to stir. Those who were usually at odds with him actually united to try to seize power from him. Wei Wang, under Rong Huan's instigation, even dared to target him and boldly sought to take away his military authority.
Since others were eager for his death, he might as well take advantage of their intentions and give them a chance to cause trouble. After they made a fuss, he would deal with all of them at once and then everything would settle down. Of course, he also had another selfish thought: perhaps she would realize he was in bad shape and come to see him.
When he woke up, the first thing he asked was how San Chun was doing. But none of his subordinates had seen her; when they found him, he was alone in a pool of blood. He felt scared, afraid that she would coldly abandon him or that something might have happened to her. He had people search everywhere but couldn’t find her, so he could only spread the news that he was dying.
As for why he only invited a soul-calling practitioner—think about it; if a doctor checked his pulse, wouldn’t it reveal everything?
Hard work pays off; he indeed waited for her arrival.
It’s just a pity that after being a man all his life, in front of her he became a pushover. She tormented him with hot water; he didn’t even dare to get up or perhaps wanted to see if she would feel sorry for him.
The truth proved that she did care—not out of sympathy but because his body hurt, his stomach hurt. Those bowls of medicine weren’t boiling hot, but drinking them made him want to vomit; that scorching hot towel placed on him felt like it was burning his skin off.
He couldn’t hold it in any longer; he really couldn’t endure it…
However, what he couldn’t tolerate even more was Rong Huan’s bastard behavior—how dare he have thoughts about his woman? The next time he saw him, he would definitely chop off his hand first and then dig out his heart.
He slammed his fist on the bed, which aggravated his burn and involuntarily let out a soft groan.
“Ouch, that hurts.”
The funeral of Chengyang Jun naturally caused a stir, and people from several countries knew that Chengyang Jun had died. Many rushed to Daliang, of course, far more to watch the spectacle than to mourn.
The arrangements at Spirit Hall were overseen by Yan Dan. After much effort to hold the funeral, how could she not be dedicated?
She had a "flower card" made on the wall at the back, adorned with yellow floral patterns. In front of the flower card was the spirit table, with the spirit tablet placed centrally behind it. It bore the name of Chengyang Jun and Ji Xue. To demonstrate her sincerity, she personally wrote the characters.
Typically, fresh flowers, offerings of fruits and vegetables, and a pair of large candles are placed on the spirit table, with the spirit tablet in the center and incense burners nearby. If there are any simple flower baskets sent as offerings, they can be placed on either side of the spirit table in an eight-character arrangement.
The mourning couplets from the family are hung on the flower cards behind the spirit tablet, while those sent by other individuals can be displayed on the walls on either side of Spirit Hall. Although Chengyang Jun was not well-liked, many came to pay their respects, filling both walls with condolences.
Inside Spirit Hall, long tables were set up on either side with fresh fruits and tea.
She thought for a long time about the color of the large candles on the spirit table. Generally, pure white is used; however, if the deceased lived a long life beyond seventy or eighty years and had many descendants, it is customary to use bright red candles as a sign of good fortune.
However, for Zhong Xue, whose death would lead to nationwide celebrations, not using red candles would be disrespectful given his popularity.
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