Half a month later, I set foot on the land of Yan, dragging my vomited body with only half life left.
The entire Yan Kingdom must have known about this for a long time. The generals and ministers who came to greet him all wore plain clothes and were all filled with grief.
Yan Xitong said nothing and passed by everyone indifferently.
The crystal coffin emitted brilliant seven-color light under the refraction of the sun, making people so stunned that they could not open their eyes. Batuzi took a piece of yellow satin to cover the coffin.
Ten days later, we arrived at the Imperial Capital of Yan State. Needless to say, the journey along the way was full of hardships, and the torment in our hearts was even more unbearable.
If I didn't have Xia Yan by my side to comfort me, I wouldn't be able to survive a whole day.
After entering the imperial capital, Yan Xitong said to me in a hoarse voice: "Qin Tianjian said that tomorrow is the best day."
I rubbed the cold crystal coffin: "What?"
"Tomorrow... the fourth brother will be buried." Yan Xitong said, suppressing the sadness that was brewing in his heart.
Although his tone was calm, I knew that he must be more sad than me at this time, because since he was a child, Yan Xiaoqing was the only brother in Yan Xitong's eyes.
"Let us keep vigil tonight." I also wanted to spend a good night with him. Yan Xiaoqing and Xia Yan were always at odds with each other during his lifetime. I was afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings, so I always avoided being alone with him. Now that he is dead, I will not be with him again.
There will never be a chance.
I sent Hei Po and others aside to rest. Xia Yan wanted to stay, but I persuaded him.
Yan Xiaoqing's body was carried to the main hall of the palace, where rituals had been prepared. A group of eminent monks helped Yan Xiaoqing to save the dead, but in the end they were blasted away by Yan Xitong.
I know that he is dissatisfied with these old monks knocking out the Sanskrit sounds of mortals.
I added some more ghost coins into the brazier, thinking happily in my misery that if Yan Xiaoqing could really receive these ghost coins, he would be a wealthy young master in the underworld.
Yan Xitong knelt in front of the brazier with me. He kept throwing paper money into it, and the firelight reflected his stunning face.
"Fourth brother, if you need anything else, just give me your dream, and I will burn it all for you."
What if Yan Xiaoqing told him in a dream that he wanted me? Then would Yan Xitong have to burn me too?
I want to think so, but I know in my heart that this is unrealistic. When a person dies, he is dead. How can a ghost tell him in a dream?
This is all nonsense to deceive children.
It was drizzling outside, and as my eyes became moist, I quickly wiped away my tears and continued to throw paper money into the brazier as if nothing had happened.
Suddenly, Yan Xitong seemed to hear something: "Putao, did you hear that?"
"What?" I heard nothing except the sound of burning.
Yan Xitong shushed me, stood up alertly, and listened: "There is a sound coming from over there."
He pointed to where the coffin was.
I looked there in astonishment. It was covered with white sails, with circles and tributes everywhere. The cool night breeze occasionally blew up the white sails.
Squeak... I backed away in shock: "It seems like there is really a sound."
Yan Xitong looked happy and ran towards the coffin in three steps and two steps. I was quite scared at first, but when I thought it was Yan Xiaoqing, I wasn't so scared anymore.
When we ran to the coffin, Yan Xitong hung his hands in the air, wanting to uncover the yellow satin.
"Are you scared? I'll do it!" Just as I was about to go up and uncover the yellow satin, Yan Xitong suddenly stopped me.
