With this plan, Mu Lingyun began to prepare from the moment Mu Fanhua left the capital and went to the border.

In order to make it impossible for Mu Fanhua to return to the capital.

Those who followed Mu Fanhua and came back early were all his cronies, and they were cronies who had been with him for many years.

Mu Lingyun couldn't buy these people, but they were all family people, and there were children who hadn't learned to walk yet.

People, once they have a bond, they will be threatened.

In the name of rest, they brought Mu Fanhua into a ruined temple and drugged him in the water.

After Mu Fanhua fell asleep, they burned down the entire ruined temple.

"Ye is not thin on us, and I always feel guilty when we do this."

"Hey, that's no way, if there is an afterlife, we are making cows and horses for the master."

……

The fire grew stronger with the southerly wind, and they did not leave until the entire ruined temple was submerged in flames.

In the afternoon of the next day, Chu Nian waited early for Mu Fanhua to come back in the East Palace.

As everyone knows, it is not him who is waiting, but the news of his death.

"Niangniang, His Royal Highness Niangniang...... He can't come back! ”

Carried back was a coffin, and inside the coffin lay a corpse that had basically been charred.

Not to mention the face, I don't even know if it's a man or a woman.

Chu Nian stood in front of the coffin, and scattered snowflakes fell from the sky.

She was dressed in an ice-blue smoky silver luo silk silk gown, with a long green silk simply combing a hibiscus Guiyun bun, and a golden silk ruby Bu Yao was obliquely inserted on the top of her head.

Such a first thought, standing in the wind and snow, seems extraordinarily thin.

She took a deep breath and frowned slightly, her head felt a 'buzz', and she didn't know what was wrong, and she didn't even have the strength to take a step forward.

"Lonely...... Lonely ......"

Her expression was a little drifting, and she couldn't even tell whether this place was the Flower Soul Jian or the Hell Alliance.

I only felt that my hands and feet were cold, and my fingertips seemed to be trembling.

"Your Highness—"

Before she could completely recover herself, the subordinates of the East Palace had already knelt on the ground, entering the stage of ghosts crying wolves.

There were two people who sent the coffin back, one was Wang Wei and the other was Chen Zhao.

These two people are Mu Fanhua's henchmen, and this time he went to the border, Mu Fanhua brought these two henchmen, which is enough to prove how much he attaches importance to them.

"Niangniang...... Wang Wei knelt down and said: "It's because we didn't protect our master, and it's all our fault." ”

Chen Zhao knelt down at the same time and said: "Niangniang, we are willing to apologize with death, and I hope that Niangniang will not be too worried, and I hope that ......"

"Shut up." Chu Nian responded coldly, his face a little pale.

She looked at the coffin closed in front of her and said, "Open the coffin." ”

"Niangniang......" At this time, Chun Tao had already cried into a tearful person, she wiped her tears and said: "Niangniang, the master is like this now, let's not watch it, the slave is afraid that the more you look at it, the more ...... it will be."

"I'll let you open the coffin." Chu Nian didn't give them any other choice.

She stood in front of the coffin, feeling her heart tremble.

The butler and a few of his servants glanced at each other, and finally stepped forward to open the coffin.

A smell of charred corpses came instantly, and Chu Nian did not frown, but walked to the coffin and looked straight at the charred corpse lying inside.

In the next second, the system's voice came to mind.

[Host, this person is not His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. 】

I know.

Even if he was already scorched, even if he couldn't even see his face clearly, she could still tell at a glance that he was not Mu Fanhua.