Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy Chapter 1371: My wife wants to be a widow every day (51)

Chapter 1371: My wife wants to be a widow every day (51)

It was very difficult for Yan Xun to say the word ‘die’. His eyes were dark, and there was a hint of stubbornness in them. His fingertips, which were hidden in his sleeves, were trembling. He felt as if he was in a trance when he stepped on the ground.

How could she have died … How could she die?

The moment Xuan Qing nodded, Yan Xun’s eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, but it quickly turned into fear.

Xuan Qing turned around and glanced at him indifferently. The temperature in her eyes was very cold. She said, “”Follow me.”

Before Yan Xun could reply, Xuan Qing had already left.

Yan Xun did not hesitate to follow.

***

In an extremely ordinary tent, when the curtain was lifted, what came into view was …

It was a black coffin.

The moment he saw the coffin, Yan Xun stopped in his tracks. A chill spread from his feet to his limbs, followed by a tide-like dizziness.

Xuan Qing’s voice rang out.

“Why didn’t you come over? didn’t you want to see her?”

There was a hint of mockery in his voice.

Yan Xun did not seem to hear his sarcasm. He walked towards the coffin with heavy steps, then raised his slender hand.

He pushed open the lid of the coffin.

Yan Xun’s pupils contracted, and he pursed his lips tightly. At this moment, blood trickled down from the corner of his lips, which was extremely glaring.

The eyes of the woman lying in the coffin were tightly closed. Her face was peaceful and there was no expression of pain. It seemed that she did not suffer too much when she died.

Her face was no different from before, except that it was a little paler.

However, he had indeed lost all signs of life.

Everything around him seemed to have stopped. Yan Xun could not see anything. He could only see the person in front of him. His eyes were filled with complicated emotions, as if there was nothing but fear. But more than that, she felt helpless as if she had been abandoned. She was like a child who couldn’t find her home. Even the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

The new emperor of beiliang’s legs gave way. He knelt in front of the black coffin in a pathetic and humble manner.

Chu yunke … Chu yunke …”

At this moment, Xuan Qing’s voice rang out again at an inappropriate time.

“That arrow took her life,” he said.

“The arrow pierced through her heart. With such a wound, even Hua Tuo could not save her. Yan Xun, do you know? When she was lying in front of me, covered in blood and on the verge of death, I really wanted to kill you.”

“I originally thought that even if you didn’t like her, you wouldn’t really order the arrows to take her life. However, the truth has proven that I was wrong.”

“You don’t care about her at all.”

Yan Xun lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. He raised his fingertips to wipe it away, but the more he wiped, the more blood there was.

Hearing Xuan Qing’s words, Yan Xun wanted to shake his head.

He was not the one who ordered the arrows to be shot. It was not him …

How could he want to kill her? how could he?

The young Emperor looked at the coffin with despair and sorrow.

“Yan Xun, she’s already dead. Who are you putting on an act for?”

Yan Xun did not reply, and he did not want to.

He thought he could handle it.

However, it was only when she laid in front of him, breathless, that Yan Xun realized that he was wrong, completely wrong.

When he first married Chu yunke, he had some thoughts of making use of her.

Loving her was indeed not part of his plan.

But … Love was deep and unknown.