Unless there was some compelling reason that forced him to kill Chu Mingcui in prison.
She didn't know why, but when she thought of this, her heart suddenly jumped wildly, and she had an ominous premonition in her heart.
A sad and high-pitched suona sound suddenly came.
This is the suona music for funerals.
Ah Si lay on the railing and looked closely. When she saw the funeral procession approaching slowly, she sighed, "Why are you coming this way? Aren't you going to leave the city?"
Yu Wenhao stood up and said, "Let's go."
He reached out to pull Yuan Qingling.
But Yuan Qingling raised her head and looked at him, "It's okay, it's just an acquaintance, let's give her a ride here."
Yu Wenhao said: "Give her a ride? She originally wanted to give you a ride."
"Then I'm really sorry. It's me who sees her off now." Yuan Qingling stood up and walked to the railing, watching the funeral procession slowly approaching. It was a shabby procession, with only a dozen or so people, and the one in front was playing the suona.
Yes, there were four people behind carrying a thin red coffin, and a few more people followed, scattering paper money, and it was very deserted.
Who would have thought that the person lying inside that thin red coffin was the noble Princess Qi?
"Eh? Isn't that King Qi?" Ah Si suddenly said.
Yuan Qingling followed Ah Si's eyes and saw a white figure standing at the end of the long empty street.
His clothes were a little thin, and the skirt of his clothes was lifted up by the strong wind, and his sleeves were bulging with the wind, making him look straight and slim.
Behind him stood Yuan Yongyi. She was holding the horse and watching from a distance without getting closer.
Then, he walked over slowly, getting closer and closer, and Yuan Qingling saw his expression. There was a layer of sadness, confusion, and hatred on his face.
His foot injury has not completely healed, and when he walks, he limps very slowly.
The funeral procession stopped under the teahouse, and King Qi also stood five steps away, thus stopping the funeral procession.
The sound of the suona stopped, and the young man behind who was scattering paper money stepped forward. Ah Si whispered to Yuan Qing: "This is Chu Mingcui's concubine, his name is Chu Fu."
Chu Fu walked up to King Qi, bowed his hands and saluted, "See King Qi!"
King Qi was a little confused. He glanced at Chu Fu and his eyes slowly fell on the coffin.
The corners of his lips curved, and he gave a forced smile, "I'm here to see her off."
Chu Fu pressed his hand back and asked the coffin bearers to stop, and someone shouted loudly: "His Royal Highness, King Qi, is on the way to pay homage to Miss Chu!"
The coffin stopped firmly on the ground. Some fallen leaves were swept by the strong wind, passed over the coffin, fluttered, flew back, and finally fell to the ground.
The sky is gray, and the winter sun this morning has been obscured by clouds, making the sky and earth dim.
Yuan Yongyi came with his horse, took a baggage from the horse's back, and handed it to King Qi.
King Qi said softly: "Can you please put it down for me?"
Yuan Yongyi shook her head, "I am only responsible for bringing these things for you. As for placing them for worship, I don't know how to do it. She is not worthy."
King Qi looked at her with some sadness in his eyes, "Yes, she is not worthy. I don't know why I came."
"It doesn't matter if you come or not, it's a matter of settling things. After all, when we were a couple, she couldn't help you, but you did your due duty," Yuan Yongyi said.