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Song Shiqiu stepped forward to pull Lin Jin away, holding back the grief in his heart, and lowered his voice: "Ajin, Xia Xia is gone."

Lin Jin held Song Shixia in his arms as if he hadn't heard anything, not moving.

What do you mean she's gone? Her sister Shi Xia is right beside her and will never leave, not for the rest of her life.

"Ajin!" Song Shiqiu's voice was filled with pain. He was the saddest person when Song Shixia passed away. He was gone as his only relative in the world, and he hadn't taken good care of his sister. "Stop making trouble. Xia Xia is gone!"

Lin Jin closed her eyes and leaned her head against Song Shixia, ignoring Song Shiqiu's words. Then she felt a pain in her neck and immediately lost consciousness.

White silk was hung in the Prime Minister's Mansion. The whole capital knew that the most talented woman, Miss Song, had passed away. Those who had received favors from the Prime Minister's Mansion automatically hung white cloth in front of their doors and consciously changed into plain clothes. The whole city was in mourning.

"… She is dignified, virtuous, and talented. She is allowed to be buried with the ceremony of a princess. I decree this!" The chief eunuch finished reading the imperial edict, with regret in his eyes, "Prime Minister Song, please accept the order and thank me."

"Your Majesty, thank you for your grace." Song Shiqiu took the bright yellow imperial edict. He was not in the mood to be polite. He just nodded slightly to the eunuch.

The eunuch hesitated to speak, and finally just sighed.

The Song family was deeply favored by the emperor, but such a wonderful person was ultimately unable to bear this blessing.

After Lin Jin was knocked unconscious, she was sent back to the Bikong Courtyard. Several maids changed her into mourning clothes. When she woke up, the Prime Minister's Mansion was already hung with white silk.

"Where is Sister Shixia? Sister Shixia? Sister Shixia!" Lin Jin was looking for Song Shixia in the room like crazy.

Xunmian and Xing'er came in and hugged Lin Jin: "Miss, Miss! The second young lady has passed away, you should mourn for her."

"Girl, the second lady definitely doesn't want to see you like this, so don't do this." Xing'er advised, feeling sad about Song Shixia's passing, and also sad about Lin Jin's madness.

"You are talking nonsense!" Lin Jin pushed them away. The look in her eyes when she looked at them was no longer as gentle as usual. Instead, she looked at them as if they were enemies. "My sister Shi Xia will not die! Not at all!"

Several maids listened to Lin Jin's hoarse voice, tears kept falling down: "Miss, please accept my condolences. If the second lady knew about you, she would be so distressed."

"Miss, the second lady loved you the most when she was alive. She will blame herself for you doing this for her."

"You're talking nonsense. Sister Shi Xia is fine. It's not even winter yet. How could Sister Shi Xia die?" Lin Jin felt a sore throat and soon coughed up blood.

"Ah!" Shi Nian's figure suddenly appeared outside the door. With a small white flower tied around its neck, it ran in and rubbed against Lin Jin's legs.

"Nian'er, Nian'er." Lin Jin hugged Shi Nian, her hair wet with tears, "They all lied to me. They all said that Sister Shi Xia was gone, but I didn't believe it. They must have lied to me, just like what Sister Xi did to me last time."

"Aoao." Shi Nian's voice was no longer as arrogant as before. It was full of comfort, and he actively rubbed Lin Jin.

"They are all lying to me. Nian'er, can you please take me to find Sister Shi Xia? I'm so scared and I miss her so much." Lin Jin hugged Shi Nian and reached out to pick the white flower off Shi Nian's body, but stopped before touching the white flower and started crying while hugging Shi Nian.

Lin Jin carried Shi Nian to the mourning hall. She moved slowly, and every step she took seemed to represent the consumption of life. She just stood quietly behind the crowd, watching those people come to mourn Song Shi Xia.

She looked at Song Shixia in the coffin. Song Shixia's face was pale and there was no sign of life.

How could she be so ugly as her stunningly beautiful sister Shi Xia? These people were definitely lying to her.

Sister Shi Xia must be waiting for her somewhere else.

"Ajin." Liu Zhengqing felt uncomfortable looking at Lin Jin's appearance. He wanted to say that his foot was still injured and he shouldn't ruin himself like this.

He looked at Lin Jin, who seemed to be just a shell, and suddenly understood what Lin Jin meant when she said that day that if Song Shixia died, she would not live either.

His sister really wanted to go with Song Er.

Lin Jin held Shi Nian in his arms, walked step by step to the coffin and knelt down, his expression empty and numb.

She was not admitting that this person was her sister Shi Xia. She felt that since this person died for her sister Shi Xia, he could no longer take her sister Shi Xia away, so she should kneel.

When Lin Jin appeared in front of everyone, no one recognized that this was Lin Jin for a moment. After all, Lin Jin's current appearance was no different from Song Shixia.

She was like a living corpse who didn't know what cold or hot, sleepy or hungry was. No one except Song Shixia's name could command her, and no one else could do anything to stop her.

She listened to the crying of people around her, and suddenly she felt it was so noisy, and then an inspiration came to her.

Sister Shi Xia must have been angry because she thought she was crying and making too much noise.

So she couldn't cry. If she didn't cry, Sister Xia wouldn't be angry.

Lin Jin stayed in the mourning hall like a puppet for two days, without eating or drinking. Song Shixia would definitely feel sorry for her and would definitely come out.

"Ajin, you can't go on like this." Song Shiqiu looked at Lin Jin, who hadn't had a drop of water for two days. During these two days, Lin Jin just knelt here, cried and fell asleep, and continued to kneel after waking up. "Your body will collapse."

Lin Jin looked up: "No."

As long as Sister Shi Xia is here, she will not collapse.

Lin Jin continued to look at the dark coffin in front of him, and felt his eyes suddenly become sore and dry for some reason.

On the third day, Song Shixia's coffin was about to be nailed down. The person in charge of nailing the coffin down was the emperor, who was wearing his private clothes. Almost everyone recognized him, but no one dared to speak out.

Lin Jin watched the coffin slowly close and Song Shixia's face gradually disappear in front of her. After realizing that she would never see Song Shixia again, she moved.

She suddenly rushed over, not allowing them to close the coffin any further, and cried out shrilly, "No!"

"No, no! Sister Shi Xia, no, don't leave me!" Lin Jin hugged the coffin, tears falling on Song Shi Xia's cold face, "No, my sister Shi Xia is not dead, not dead, no..."

"Ah Jin! Stop it!" Song Shiqiu and Liu Zhengqing separated Lin Jin from the coffin. "Ah Jin, the dead are the greatest. Do you want Xia Xia to die with regrets?"

Lin Jin didn't listen to what these people said. She only knew that the coffin must not be closed and nailed down. If it was nailed down, she would never see Song Shixia again.

“No, please don’t…” Lin Jin looked at Xia Hong pleadingly, “No, give Sister Shi Xia back to me, give it back to me… please don’t…”

Xia Hong looked at Lin Jin, who looked like he was about to die at any moment, and did not blame Lin Jin for his actions just now, but he still nailed the life nail into him inch by inch.

Lin Jin watched the life-saving nail sinking down inch by inch. It was as if the life-saving nail was nailed into her body. After it was completely nailed into the coffin, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. She no longer had the strength to struggle, and her body slipped into Liu Zhengqing's arms.

"Sister Shixia, I'll go with you..." Lin Jin looked at Song Shixia who was walking towards her, raised her hand slightly, and closed her eyes completely.

Don't leave me, Sister Shixia.

"Ajin!" Song Shiqiu and Liu Zhengqing didn't expect this to happen. Liu Zhengqing took Lin Jin's pulse, but found that there was no trace of pulse. His pupils suddenly dilated.

Song Shiqiu thought Lin Jin was ill and wanted to help Lin Jin to rest, but Liu Zhengqing waved his hand away. He looked at Liu Zhengqing in a daze.

"Ajin, brother is wrong." Liu Zhengqing hugged Lin Jin, tears of pain rolling down his eyes.

Song Shiqiu felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was cold.

Tu Huaining rode as fast as she could. She thought about the expression Lin Jin might show after she rescued Song Shixia. She was so excited that she shortened the journey from six days to five. But as soon as she entered the capital, she saw the whole city in mourning: "National mourning?"

The Dog Emperor is dead?

She shook her head and ignored it. It had nothing to do with her anyway. She continued to ride her horse to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Looking at the white silk hanging in the Prime Minister's Mansion, she was stunned.

How is that possible? The last time she took Song Shixia's pulse, it was clear that there were still several months left.