Chapter 1723: Silent as Death

soldiers to attack the State of Dàyuè, but he peed his pants before even going into battle. Such a coward, he doesn't even deserve the surname Mò.”“Such a prince should just stay hidden. He’s truly b...As soon as An Xuetang spoke, everyone in the room fell silent.

All eyes were on her, and at this moment, none of them cared about their positions or ranks. Even the members of Qingyun Pavilion looked at her with complex emotions in their eyes.

With concern and tenderness, he watched her rush in with an obviously worried expression.

An Xuetang did not realize what kind of emotions were in everyone's eyes.

Her heart pounded with excitement. She had already walked up to Han Yun, her large eyes fixed on him intently.

After she asked the question, she saw that Han Yun was just staring at her at this time, and didn't seem to want to respond. She became more and more anxious in her heart.

Looking at the anxious look in her eyes, Han Yun felt even worse.

He really couldn't bear the anticipation and carefulness in her eyes. At this time, he suppressed his feelings and shifted his gaze to Feng Ming's face.

He didn't know what Feng Ming had told An Xue Tang.

Next, how should this plan proceed

But Fengming's expression was emotionless at this moment, as if she had tacitly agreed to Mo Yunjing's plan.

Han Yun's hands clenched slightly, her heart a little uneasy.

But if even Fengming has acquiesced, then what is he still struggling with

The two men who cared most about An Xue Tang both agreed to this kind of method. He was just the executor of the plan, what was he being so dramatic about What was there that he couldn't say

And at this moment, seeing Han Yun still not responding to her question, An Xue Tang clenched her fists slightly. She finally raised her head and looked around the wooden hut.

Indeed, the 'thing' covered by a white cloth on the wooden board was extremely eye-catching, impossible for her to ignore.

Looking at the "things" on the bed frame, An Xuetang's head buzzed, and she suddenly felt dizzy, as if she was about to lose consciousness.

The body suddenly lost its center of gravity and swayed.

Fortunately, Bai Feng was standing behind her at that moment. Seeing that something was wrong with her, he immediately reached out and supported her.

"Atang."

As the sound of phoenix cries reached her ears, An Xuetang's fading consciousness flickered back to life. Her hazy vision also cleared slightly.

She suddenly grabbed Feng Ming's arm, her whole body trembling slightly, her voice filled with a hint of panic, "Brother, this...what is this"

Feng Ming's pair of eyes, devoid of any discernible emotion, fixed on her. He didn't immediately answer the question of what lay upon the bed.

Han Yun looked at her confused eyes and stood up at that moment as well.

Staring at An Xue Tang, he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind. After a deep breath, he slowly opened his mouth, “Your Highness, you are not looking for the King of Beijang, now…”

He paused, raising his right hand slowly, pointing at the corpse on the bed, "Now..."

"No! Absolutely not!"

An Xuetang, as if knowing what he was about to say, didn't give him a chance to speak and interrupted him.

However, though her heart resisted the news, she was trembling uncontrollably.

The moment she saw the "thing" on the bed frame, her heart sank. The world around her seemed to collapse in an instant, like ruins before her eyes. Everything appeared devoid of its usual color and vibrancy.

After being interrupted by her, Han Yun didn't continue talking.

He knew that An Xue Tang, being so intelligent, would understand even if he didn't make things clear.

She probably also guessed who was on the bed.

Whether she can accept it and how she deals with it next is her business.

Bystanders may want to help, but they can't.

An Xuetang's eyes, filled with tears, stared fixedly at the corpse on the bed.

The whole house was silent for what seemed like an eternity.

Only then did she take heavy steps, being supported step by step by Feng Ming.

Even though it was only a few steps away, it felt like half a century had passed.

Finally, the two stopped before the wooden plank, just a reach away from touching the body on the bed.

An Xuetang endured the unease in her heart with great difficulty, trembling hands slowly extended, almost touching the white cloth when suddenly she withdrew them.

She plunged into Feng Ming's arms, her voice trembling, "No! Brother, it can't be him. He promised me. He would definitely come back alive. So this person, it absolutely couldn't be him."

Feng Ming bit his lower lip, looking at her like this, countless times in his heart he wanted to tell her the truth.

But the rationality in his mind ultimately triumphed over his emotional impulses.

Knowing this news would drive An Xuetang to madness, she wouldn't be able to bear the pain.

But a lingering pain is worse than a sharp one. It's better for her to get through this period of living death than to spend every day in tears afterward.

Maybe it will be better in the future.

In this world, who can live without whom

So he thought, as long as she got through this difficult period, she would surely have a better life.

She also has two other children, and she wouldn't abandon them for Mo Yun Jing. She wouldn't leave her two children behind to follow him.

Thinking this way, Feng Ming gritted her teeth and said with a heavy heart, "A Tang, the dead cannot be brought back to life."

"No! Impossible! Brother, this isn't him at all. Tell me, please tell me, this can't be him!"

An Xuetang couldn't accept this result.

She didn't want to hear what Feng Ming was saying. She just wanted someone to tell her that the corpse lying on the planks couldn't possibly be Mo Yun Jing.

Her Ajing couldn't possibly leave so easily.

Ke Fengming had finally made up her mind to take this path, though it pained her heart, she still had to let herself accept this cruel reality.

After a moment's contemplation, he pushed her away, forcing her to look at the corpse. His hand reached out and, without a word, he lifted the white cloth covering it.

Realizing his movement, An Xue Tang suddenly closed her eyes and held her breath, not daring to move.

She could only hear her own heart pounding violently, as if it were about to shatter from the pain.

The whole house was silent for a while, with no one speaking.

Though she closed her eyes, An Xue Tang still knew Feng Ming had lifted the white cloth from the corpse.

She wanted to speak and ask Fengming what had happened, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't utter a single word.

Feng Ming was actually taken aback when he saw the corpse on the wooden board.

But thinking of this as just a ruse, his exquisite features were like frost and snow, like a pure immortal untouched by the world. His entire body emanated coldness, his expression grim, his eyes bloodshot like those of a hellish Asura.

At this moment, she reluctantly tore her gaze away from the man's face and lowered her head to look at An Xuetang standing beside her, "A Tang, open your eyes."

An Xuetang felt his oppression, her heart sinking little by little.

The whole person felt like being thrown into the boundless icy depths of the sea, and the blood in their body instantly froze.

A violent tremor ran through his eyes, his heart ached, his fingertips trembled, even the muscles in his cheeks twitched with pain.

She lacked the courage to open her eyes. A buzzing filled her ears, and her mind was a blank slate. For a moment, it seemed as if she couldn't hear anything at all.the prime minister knew that his granddaughter An Jiaxin also had eyes for the King of Beijiang. He even asked Liu Yaner to find a way to send An Jiaxin to the King of Beijiang's bed.Even if it's just...