Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play-Chapter 960 - 935: Feigning Death

Fang Chuning spat out a mouthful of black blood and fainted again. This time his breath was weaker, almost inaudible, and Xie Jue couldn’t even feel his heartbeat, as if he fell into an ice cellar. Cui Lansong, fearing Xie Jue might affect the doctor’s diagnosis, bravely pulled Xie Jue aside a bit. After examining, the doctor shook his head at them; Fang Chuning’s heartbeat has stopped, and it’s time to prepare for the funeral.

Cui Lansong didn’t expect to be a step too late, receiving such dire news, and dared not look at Xie Jue’s expression. Xie Jue is facing Fang Chuning’s death for the second time; how could he accept this? Cui Lansong was also terrified in his heart, fearing that Xie Jue might collapse. Xie Jue numbly watched Fang Chuning on the bed; last time, his fate was uncertain, at least Xie Jue hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, unwilling to believe. But now he doesn’t even have an excuse to deceive himself; the whole room was filled with the stench of blood and the strong smell of medicine.

The doctor was afraid that Xie Jue, in a fit of anger, might chop off his head too, but this was a poison that seals the throat upon bleeding, even a divine being could do nothing.

Xie Jue whispered, "Everyone, leave!"

"Yes!"

Cui Lansong dragged the doctor, whose legs had turned to jelly with fear, outside to avoid trouble, but once out, he didn’t dare close the door tightly. The bond between Xie Jue and Fang Chuning was too deep. He feared that Xie Jue might do something foolish, so he didn’t dare take his eyes off him; once detecting any intention from Xie Jue, he’d intervene immediately.

Xie Jue ordered someone to fetch a basin of water. Cui Lansong signaled a servant to get water; once the water was brought to the door, he carried it inside. Cui Lansong brought a clean towel, retreated to a corner, and turned into an invisible man. Xie Jue was oblivious, wetting the towel and slowly wiping the blood from Fang Chuning’s face, as if imprinting his visage deep in his heart.

But there’s no need to look much more; Fang Chuning’s visage was already carved deeply into his heart, impossible to erase. Fang Chuning has died; he would live the rest of his life like a walking corpse.

Actually, there aren’t many things he truly cares about in this world.

The thing he cares about most is Ruyi.

Ruyi is still very young, so clingy to him. If he were gone, what would Ruyi do? But it doesn’t really matter; Zhixu treats Ruyi as his own, and even if Ayu has children, he would still consider Ruyi his own. Ayu would also raise Ruyi well; with him often not in the Capital City, Ruyi is like their biological child.

In the future, he will be a wealthy prince, living a carefree and happy life, no problem.

Mingzhu also has the Empress to protect her.

The children need not worry; Zhixu has long been capable of holding his own. Without a brother, he would be Beining’s wisest emperor; no one in this world needs him anymore.

The person who needs him most is lying quietly here!

Xie Jue’s nose turns sour, and his throat aches with repression. "Anning... you wait for me!" To die for love is the most foolish thing in this world. Xie Jue doesn’t think his behavior resembles that, but life is indeed meaningless. Since he’s unburdened, with affairs explained clearly and children well-cared for, he has nothing left to worry about. Living the rest of life as a walking corpse, without joy or expectation, it’s better to reunite with him early. Forcing himself to live in the world is exhausting and keeps his family worried.

He was calm to the extreme, showing no signs of breakdown. He had been through nearly an annihilation, the only breakdown in his lifetime. Facing death again now, he is profoundly calm.

He has always been very calm about life and death, whether living or dying, just calmly accepting them. Since destiny is such unfair, powerless to resist, what else can he do?

Anning, wait for me...

There are some things not yet accomplished. Let me handle everything and bid a good farewell to my family, then I’ll come to find you, walk slowly on Huangquan Road, wait for me by Naihe Bridge.

Let’s walk together, be brothers in the next life, perhaps without so much entanglement or torment, and no one would point fingers at your spine, accusing you of being unfilial or disloyal. You wouldn’t have to choose between me and your family, as every choice is heart-wrenching, he actually looks on very sadly.

He wishes very much that Fang Chuning’s life could have been a little more complete!

In the next life, he’ll be the elder brother, always protecting him.

"Cui Lansong, go find me a clean set of clothes." Xie Jue heard his calm and steady voice. Cui Lansong froze, looking at Fang Chuning’s blood-stained clothes, sending someone to fetch them, purposely picking the white Xie Jue likes.

Xie Jue said, "Fetch teal ones."

White was what he liked, every time Fang Chuning made him angry, he’d wear a set of white brocade to please him, but Fang Chuning truly liked plain teal, not easy to dress. Since he’s leaving, then wear his favorite color.

"Yes!"

Cui Lansong sent someone to fetch them, but he didn’t leave by half a step.

Xie Jue finished wiping Fang Chuning’s face and hands, not even giving Cui Lansong a glance, "Why are you standing here? Afraid I’ll do something foolish?"

Cui Lansong dared not answer.

Xie Jue said, "Rest assured, I won’t."

Cui Lansong thought secretly, that’s hard to say. The calmer Xie Jue appears, the more he fears. Xie Jue said, "Instead of standing here, you should assist Du Fang in handling matters in Pingnan County."

"... Yes!" Cui Lansong realizing Xie Jue was sending him away, wisely left the room but stood guard outside, not daring to intrude, perhaps the Prince wished to be alone with Mr. Fang.

But what about the funeral?

Should this be a white affair? What’s the subsequent procedure? Without orders from the Prince, he dared not make arrangements. Fang Chuning’s passing is no small matter. Preparations will have to be made.

He summoned his deputy general, "You go find people to make a coffin, get the best one, and buy some... You know, hang white, burn paper, start preparing for the funeral."

"But the Prince..."

"Go!"

"Yes!"

The deputy general went to instruct, ordering white cloth to be hung at the county government, preparing locally for the white affair. At dawn, the interment should proceed. Soldiers brought clothes, and Xie Jue dressed Fang Chuning, finally somewhat satisfied as he was clean again.

Du Fang also heard about Fang Chuning’s situation and wanted to come to pay respects but was stopped by Cui Lansong, "The Prince doesn’t wish to see anyone now, sir, please stop. Wait till dawn."

This night was so long!

Cui Lansong couldn’t help but think of Fang Chuning, truly, heaven is jealous of the talented, dying so young. Surviving the dangers of Sannan, how could he die in Pingnan County? How self-reproachful the Prince must be.

He was initially recovering well in Jiangnan, but the Prince took him north, and then something happened. If the Grand Marshal knows, this... this consequence is unimaginable.

The new dynasty had just stabilized, and if a military marquis and the royal family turn against each other, wouldn’t it be just like the Yuwen Dynasty with the Marquis Zhenbei Mansion? Cui Lansong thought of this and felt his scalp tingle, too terrifying!

Mr. Fang! If turmoil truly arises, you would even die with open eyes!

The night deepened, it was when people were most weary, Xie Jue was holding Fang Chuning’s hand, suddenly stiffened, as if uncertain about something, he held again. According to the doctor, he had been dead for two hours, why was his hand still so warm?

"Cui Lansong, go fetch the doctor!"

Cui Lansong, "Ah, yes!"

Cui Lansong who was nodding off suddenly got energized, though dawn was approaching, they still needed the doctor? Was the Prince unwell?