C18 No Falsehood

He immediately reached out and took the unfinished note in his hand, examining it from top to bottom.

Gong Liuyu didn't care about what was written on it, but the fact that it was exactly the same shocked him greatly.

How could Yun Qingrao not know what Gong Liuyu was thinking? She whispered, "Don't be surprised, my lord. This was taught to me by the princess!"

Gong Liuyu was silent for a while. He put the paper back in front of Yun Qingrao with suspicion. Seeing that Yun Qingrao didn't carry him, he calmed down a little.

If the person in front of him was really Yun Qingrao in disguise, then what happened to the corpse in the palace? Furthermore, this person was indeed Prime Minister Lin's youngest daughter. There was no doubt about it.

"Alright, as long as you hand this over to Lady Consort Hui, everything will be fine tomorrow!"

Gong Liuyu nodded and knocked on the side of the carriage. He threw the note out of the window and ordered, "Leave it to Consort Hui!"

Only the sound of wind replied him, and Yun Qingrao only felt that it was inconceivable.

The carriage had already stopped at the foot of the grave. Yun Qingrao didn't continue to discuss the topic with Gong Liuyu. Instead, she carried Xin'er's body and climbed up the mountain.

A cold wind blew around the mountain, making it seem rather eerie and scary in the night.

However, Gong Liuyu's white robe that was flaunting in the night looked like a ghost from afar.

Yun Qingrao stood in a seat with a wide field of vision and a good environment. She looked around.

"Then that's it!"

The driver had already prepared a grave for Yun Qingrao, and upon hearing Yun Qingrao's voice, he started to dig without a second word.

After digging for about two hours, they finally managed to dig a grave that could hold a coffin. The guard then helped Yun Qingrao open the coffin and saw her standing there in a daze. He then softly said, "Concubine Lin, it's time to let Princess Xin into the coffin!"

When Yun Qingrao heard the sound, she finally reacted. She gently placed the small child's corpse within the coffin. Seeing that the coffin was about to close, she suddenly grabbed the edge of the coffin lid.

"Wait …"

Yun Qingrao only said one word, but she held back the rest of her words. She and Xin'er were completely strangers to each other, and the attitude along the way made Gong Liuyu deeply suspicious. She finally got a chance for revenge, so she definitely couldn't give up so easily.

Her hands were trembling slightly, and the guards on the other side did not urge her.

"Are you familiar with Concubine Lin and Princess Xin?"

The person in front of him was someone who had lived in the Prime Minister's residence for many years without coming out, but the guard had already seen all of Yun Qingrao's reactions on the way here.

"I've only seen a few of them!"

Yun Qingrao's tone was indifferent. Her gaze had clearly returned to its normal calm, but the deepest part of her eyes contained countless unfathomable thoughts.

It was as if Xin'er was buried with her own eyes, as if her heart was buried with this small grave.

She raised her head, not allowing the tears in her eyes to fall. Her eyes contained a trace of sharpness.

Yun Qingrao watched helplessly as the guard arranged the grave properly and placed a stone tablet with words engraved on it. Only then did the light in her eyes gradually dissipate.

The moment he turned around, his eyes returned to their limpid limpid liveliness, as if the emotional changes from before had never happened.

Gong Liuyu was standing not far behind Yun Qingrao. He narrowed his long and narrow eyes as he looked at the change in the woman's expression and gaze. A faint sense of danger and familiarity engulfed his heart.

The smile on Gong Liuyu's face completely disappeared. A hint of coldness flashed across his eyes. He waved his sleeves and turned around, walking down the mountain.

Yun Qingrao took one last look at the grave alone in the valley, gritting her teeth.

Xin'er, big sister will definitely avenge you!

She closed her eyes and clenched her hands into fists. Within her palms, a monstrous hatred was contained.

The wind whistled in the valley, blowing her messy long hair. The corners of Yun Qingrao's lips curled up in a straight line. Her delicate and slightly green face revealed an expression that was difficult to detect.