The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Chapter 2778: Chapter 2778: Leaving the Capital (1)

Hong Yu looked at the black pill in the other’s hand, then turned her head to look at the large thing beneath the mangy dog, feeling nauseated, thinking that if it really entered her body... her psychological defenses finally collapsed, and she shook her head vigorously: ”No, I’ll tell!”

Qi Jingyi and Qi Jingrong exchanged glances and both showed satisfied smiles.

Qi Jingrong secretly wiped his sweat, grateful he hadn’t fallen out with Yang Ruxin. Otherwise, if her bizarre medicines were used on him, it would be terrifying.

From now on, I must flatter that woman more.

After all, I’m younger than that old turtle, look better, and I can act cute too. I refuse to believe I can’t outdo that guy.

The three days of mourning passed quickly.

Early this day, the Princess of Han was busy, and all the Han King’s personal guards gathered.

Around the large coffin, many ice blocks were placed to prevent the body from decaying quickly, and now the lid was finally closed.

Early in the morning, the Aristocratic Families in Beijing set up mourning tents along the Han King’s route out of the city to bid farewell to the Princess of Han.

The Gu Family naturally wouldn’t be left out, their mourning tent was set up near the South City Gate; once past it, they would leave the city.

However, although the Emperor allowed the Han King to escort the coffin back to Hanzhong, he left behind his two Consorts. Wanyan Ningzi was pregnant, and Peng Jing fell ill after a night of vigil and developed a fever that still hadn’t improved.

Of course, the Han King had no objections.

Yang Ruxin knew that Peng Jing’s illness was caused by her own schemes. She had always wanted to leave the Han King, and now that heaven gave her such an opportunity, she’d be a fool not to seize it.

The funeral procession for the coffin was grand, even the heads of the horses wore large white flowers, and everyone wore a solemn expression.

Qi Jinghao, in white mourning clothes, walked at the front of the procession, his expression stern and eyes slightly red, perfectly embodying a man who had lost his beloved wife.

”His acting skills are really top-notch.” Yang Ruxin stood in the mourning tent and lightly nudged Gu Qingheng, ”But there’s a saying that those who put on airs get struck by lightning; one day, he’ll face retribution.”

”Wife, you’re right.” Gu Qingheng nodded seriously.

Yang Ruxin gave him a sidelong glance.

”I wasn’t wrong; what the wife says is right.” Gu Qingheng repeated earnestly.

Yang Ruxin lowered her head and smiled, then looked up again: ”Why is he so vicious? Hurting so many people, doesn’t he feel any guilt?”

”Heh heh.” Gu Qingheng lifted his hand to ruffle Yang Ruxin’s hair, something he had done before they were married and hadn’t managed to kick the habit even after all these years, occasionally doing it again, ”Many people have a devil in their hearts. Sometimes if you can’t suppress your desires, you’ll do things that anger heaven and people. Since ancient times, how many lives have been ruined, yet how many of those responsible ever felt guilty? Just like when Emperor Qin Shi Huang gathered three thousand boys and girls to seek the Elixir of Immortality, he never thought about what would happen to them, whether they’d die, let alone feel guilty.”

Yang Ruxin nodded: ”Indeed, but it still feels uncomfortable.”

”That’s because you’re too kind.”

Yang Ruxin neither agreed nor disagreed. Kind? Perhaps.

Just then, the funeral procession had reached their mourning tent.