The concubine escaped and cried when she met the prince again

When he arrived at Qingfeng Courtyard and opened the door, a strong smell of rotten meat hit his nose, making him sway involuntarily.

Yan Mo, who was beside him, quickly supported him and shouted, "Master."

Wan Dong and He Yue, who were kneeling in front of the mourning hall, heard the voice and quickly turned to Jiang Dichen and cried, "Your Majesty, I didn't take good care of Concubine Lan. Please punish me!"

Jiang Dichen slowly approached the coffin in the mourning hall and asked the maid with a sullen face, "How did Concubine Lan die?"

Wan Dong told Jiang Dichen what happened that night truthfully. After she finished speaking, she lay on the ground with a look of fear on her face, not daring to move.

After hearing Wan Dong's words, Jiang Dichen ordered Yan Mo, who was beside him, without thinking, with a cold face: "Yan Mo, open the coffin. I want to do an autopsy myself."

After hearing what Jiang Dichen said, Manager Zhao, who came from behind, knelt down and stopped him, saying, "Your Highness, you must not do this. Concubine Lan has already been buried. If you open the coffin rashly, it will attract bad luck and bring bad luck to you!"

Yan Mo also hesitated for a moment, and persuaded his master: "Master, Manager Zhao is right, the dead are the greatest, you should respect Concubine Lan's wishes."

Manager Zhao suddenly thought of something, and he quickly ordered Wan Dong: "Wan Dong, go and take the things taken from the corpse and give them to the prince."

"Yes, Manager Zhao." After Wan Dong finished speaking, he quickly took the things taken from the corpse and handed them to Jiang Dichen, saying, "Your Highness, this is what was taken from Concubine Lan."

Jiang Dichen looked at the two familiar earrings and the hairpin he had put on for her. He reached out with a trembling hand and took them. He said with a sad face, "Lan Wanxi, why are you so depressed? Is being my concubine really painful for you?"

Wan Dong heard what the prince said, which reminded her of what Shen Ruolan had said before. She looked up at Jiang Dichen and cried, "Prince, I know why Concubine Lan wanted to commit suicide."

"Why?" Jiang Dichen asked Wan Dong coldly.

Wan Dong mustered up the courage to tell Jiang Dichen the truth: "Your Highness, ever since Concubine Lan became pregnant, she has been unhappy. She is always worried that the child in her belly will suffer the same fate as her, so..."

Wan Dong's words shocked Jiang Dichen's heart. He finally understood why she suddenly wanted to make a deal with him that day and become his legal wife.

At that time, he just felt that it was a huge irony that a person who disliked him from the inside out wanted to be his legal wife. He didn't expect that she would remember this and punish him in this way.

Jiang Dichen looked at the coffin lying quietly in front of him. Thinking of his child who had not yet grown up inside, his heart was bleeding with pain. If he had known that she cared so much about status, he would have agreed to her at that time.

Jiang Dichen closed his eyes with a look of self-blame, wishing he could slap himself a few times. Why did he say such harsh words in the beginning? If he had been a little nicer, would she not have left him like this?

Manager Zhao looked at his sad prince and reminded her carefully, "Prince, Concubine Lan has been kept at home for seventeen days. If you miss today's auspicious day, you will have to wait another five days."

After seventeen days, no matter how good their coffin-sealing skills were, the stench from the corpse still escaped. If they kept leaving it there any longer, the weather would get hotter and hotter, and the stench would only get worse.

Jiang Dichen listened to what Manager Zhao said. He stepped forward and gently touched the coffin. After a long silence, he said to Manager Zhao, "I am sorry for her. Please bury her with honor."

"Yes, Your Highness." After receiving the order, Manager Zhao hurriedly arranged the funeral matters.

An hour later, a huge funeral procession came out of Prince Han's Mansion and headed out of the capital.

When the common people in the capital saw this, they couldn't help but gossip, "Hey, this Concubine Lan, she entered the palace quietly, but she died in a very glorious way."

"Who says it's not true? I heard that the prince treated her very well, but she just couldn't get over it and committed suicide."

"Alas, I have been unlucky since childhood and cannot enjoy this overwhelming wealth."

Qin Zhen, who was in the crowd, heard what everyone said. He couldn't help but shook his head and walked towards General Qin's mansion on his own.

But then again, Jiang Dichen was able to bury "Lan Wanxi" with such a grand ceremony, so I think he had some feelings for her, but...

Qin Zhen thought about the conversation between the common people just now, and he smiled secretly in his heart, wondering who was the unlucky one.

In Qingfeng Courtyard, after Manager Zhao and his men carried the coffin away, Jiang Dichen was left alone in the yard in a daze. After an unknown amount of time, he walked towards the house that had been burned to ruins with a dejected look, trying to find some traces of Shen Ruolan inside.

However, when he opened Shen Ruolan's burnt wardrobe, his cold and hard heart couldn't help but ache.

He had never thought that his, Jiang Dichen's woman, would have so few clothes. He counted them, including her underwear, and there were no more than five sets of clothes. It was really too shabby.

The headdress and other things were still in the same condition as when he gave it to her, and had hardly been touched.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Dichen couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, but she felt very uncomfortable. It was all his fault, so she resolutely left him.

Jiang Dichen looked at the messy room and found nothing useful. He took a few deep breaths, turned around and left. Unexpectedly, he bumped into something and a wooden box that had not been burned through fell over at his feet with a "thump".

Jiang Dichen looked at the overturned wooden box in silence for a while, and finally squatted down to straighten the box and opened it. When he saw clearly what was in the box, he was stunned for a moment.

There was nothing else in the wooden box but the spoils she had bargained with the vendors for when he took her out shopping before he left.

Every time Jiang Dichen picked up something that Shen Ruolan bought, the scene of her bargaining with the vendors with flying eyebrows would emerge in his mind. Her smile as warm as the spring breeze would always appear in front of him, making his thoughts of her surge like a tide.

"Wan Xi" Jiang Dichen couldn't help but shout while holding a puppet that moved freely.

Seeing his master like this, Yan Mo couldn't bear it and advised him: "Master, Concubine Lan has passed away, you should just accept the change and mourn."

Jiang Dichen nodded to his subordinates, stood up, adjusted his mood and said, "Pack up everything here and send it to Linfengju."

After he finished speaking, he looked around, and seeing that there was nothing useful, he turned around and left.

Yan Mo turned to his master's back and answered loudly, "Yes, I obey your command."

After he finished speaking, he quickly asked someone to find a good wooden box and personally picked up and packed Shen Ruolan's things.

Shen Ruolan, who had already left the capital, had no idea that the little things she bought on a whim that day were all treasured by Jiang Dichen like treasures. However, even if she knew, she would not care.