Chapter 475: Song of Calming the Soul (End)
This year's snow fell for the entire winter, and the dancing snowflakes were like blooming white plum blossoms, swirling above the city of Haojing.
The streets were covered with thick snow at night, and the wheels of the cars left deep marks as they rolled past.
The carriage that came out of the palace drove forward and stopped in front of the Regent's Palace. The guards dismounted in an orderly manner and let Mu Zihan get out of the carriage.
Lanterns are still hung high in front of the palace , showing a quiet and peaceful atmosphere of a prosperous era.
Mu Zihan walked in, and in the yard, a maid ran hurriedly and said, "Your Majesty, there are guests in the mansion."
"Oh?" Mu Zihan responded calmly, his cold and handsome face always had no extra expression, "Please come to the study."
The guests who were allowed to enter the palace must be either dignitaries in the court or royal relatives and nobles. Unless there was something important, they would not dare to come to the palace late at night to disturb him.
"But, but..." The maid hesitated and said hurriedly, "The man said, said..."
" What did you say? Don't be rude in front of the prince!" Qin Feng said sternly.
The maid immediately said with a sad face: "That person is very presumptuous. She said that the prince should come to see her immediately. If she delays for a moment, the prince will not be allowed to enter the room tonight."
The maidservant was still a little indignant as she spoke. The person who asked her to deliver the message was too rude, but if she didn't deliver the message, that person would threaten to cause trouble. So she came to deliver the message, asking the prince to teach that person a lesson!
The white snow fluttered and fell on my body, bringing a slight cool feeling.
After listening to this, Mu Zihan's deep eyes narrowed slightly. Suddenly, he ignored the guards holding umbrellas behind him and rushed into the inner courtyard. The black hem of his clothes danced in the wind with the white snow.
"My Lord, I will protect you!"
The ignorant Qin Yuying was about to follow bravely, but was grabbed by the collar by Qin Feng who was standing beside him.
"What are you doing here, little brat?"
"Someone comes to our palace and acts insolently, are we just going to sit back and do nothing?" Qin Yu glared at him with his eyes like those of a small animal, filled with righteous indignation.
"This man is so presumptuous, you can't control him." Qin Feng picked him up and threw him aside. "The prince will deal with it. Let's go. Big brother will take you to drink."
"Drink?" Qin Yu's eyes lit up, and after a moment he asked seriously, "What should I do, Your Majesty?"
"The prince has a princess."
In the netherworld, it is another extremely cold time of the year.
The King of Hell, Mo Wuji, stood beside the sarcophagus underground, looking at the man sleeping inside who looked like him.
The bright purple hair was lost in the ice and snow.
Pluto's hand gently stroked the sarcophagus, and slowly touched a line of small words engraved on the sarcophagus:
I'm in hell
Looking at the stars
I see your sleeping face
When I feel
Heartache
I will do it for you
Sing a song, a song of calming the soul
The handwriting was not beautiful, it was messy and disorganized, it was carved bit by bit with cold and hard pig iron, and there was still blood on the sarcophagus.
When seeing this, wet tears slowly appeared in Pluto's eyes, and finally gathered together and turned into hot tears that flowed down.
He seemed to be able to see how sad the girl was who was kneeling here and carving words on the sarcophagus.
"You are crying." Hades whispered, "I used to hate you for thinking I was him, but now I really hope that I am him."
He stretched out his hand and took Wanshou Wujiang from Mo Wuji's hand in the sarcophagus.
"Shen Weining, we'll see you in the next life..."
