When Lu Yu drove a hearse to the gate of the Jinling Prince's Mansion, the Wang family had already been waiting in front of the door.

Wang Yuanbao died the year before yesterday, and the head of the Wang family also changed to Wang Ji. He was wearing a black leather jacket and white numb waist, standing at the front of the team. He was over 40 years old and had a lot of white hair on his temples, looking a little old.

Beside him, Wang Hui was wearing plain clothes. She and Luo Miao's son stood beside her, pulling her arms tightly, her eyes full of water.

Behind the three grandparents and grandchildren, Wu Lingjiao, with white hair, was sitting on a recliner, looking at the hearse with red eyes.

Lu Yu stopped the horse five steps away from Wang Ji. He jumped off the horse, bowed to Wang Ji and Wang Hui to the end, and said in a stern voice: "Uncle, sister-in-law, I'm bringing my elder brother back!"

"Thank you all the hard work!" Wang Ji sniffed, stepped forward and patted Lu Yu on the shoulder.

Wang Huize walked silently to the coffin, covered his hand on it, and gently stroked it.

The boy beside her looked at the coffin in the car, then raised his head and asked unwillingly: "Mom, is my father really gone? Are he really no longer here? He is so powerful in martial arts, how could he die? How could he die?" As he said that, the boy's eyes were red and tears were thrusting out of his eyes.

Seeing this, Tugoro, who was standing next to the coffin, felt like a knife was being stolen. He knelt down on the ground with a thud and said with a loud voice: "Madam, young master, I am incompetent! I can't protect His Highness! I deserve to die! I deserve to die!" As he said, he raised his remaining right hand and slapped himself in the face one after another.

Two or three slaps came down, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Wang Hui smiled and shook her head, and pushed the boy beside her: "Go and tell uncle not to hit him anymore."

The boy stopped his tears, nodded obediently, then walked to Tugoro, stretched out his little hand and grabbed his arm: "Uncle, stop hitting yourself anymore, if Dad saw it, he wouldn't be happy."

"Young Master!" Tugoro shouted, grabbed the boy's arm and pressed it on his face, and burst into tears.

"Take the coffin into the door!" Wang Ji called the servants forward and prepared to drive the hearse into the door of the mansion.

"Wait!" Wang Hui raised her head anxiously.

Everyone looked at her in confusion.

"Can I look at him again?" Wang Hui begged to her father.

It is said that after the deceased entered the coffin, he could not see the light again, otherwise he would be summoned to unknown. But at this time, looking at Wang Hui's begging gaze, Wang Ji was really unable to refuse, so he had to wave his sleeves and sigh, expressing his acquiescence.

So Wang Hui stretched out her hands and slowly lifted the lid of the coffin.

A cold air hits my face.

In order to prevent the corpse from corrupting, Lu Yu and Togoro collected ice along the way and kept filling it into the coffin.

After the cold air dissipated, Luo Miao's face appeared. A calm smile was hanging on the corner of his mouth, but the tips of his eyebrows were slightly frowned, showing a hint of sadness. Except for his pale face and no blood, Luo Miao looked no different from a sleeping person. It seemed that once he scratched his nose, he would wake up leisurely.

So Wang Hui stretched out her finger and gently scraped it at the end of his nose.

Luo Miao has been traveling all year round, and since they got married, they have been together for a long time. This shave is one of the few fun things in their boudoir.

After brushing through his nose, Wang Hui's fingers fell on Luo Miao's cheek. As he stroked the already cold and stiff cheek, tears gradually emerged from Wang Hui's dry eyes.

"Luolang! Luolang!" She called her husband while pressing her face on Luo Miao's face.

The boy standing in front of Tugoro also pulled out his arms, ran to Wang Hui, and pressed his face with his parents' faces.

"Dad! Dad!" The boy's cry was heartbreaking, making people feel sad after hearing this, and tears flowed.

Wu Lingjiao in the crowd tried hard to hit the ground with a crutch: "Who is it? Who killed my grandson-in-law? I asked my brother-in-law to kill them without leaving any other! Who is it? Who is it?"

While speaking, she tried to stand up from the recliner with her crutches, but she was old and weak, and her legs were weak, and several efforts were useless.

Seeing this, the servants on the side came forward to help her get up. But Wu Lingjiao was angry that she was weak and felt even more angry when she saw others coming to help her. So she rudely threw away the servants and sat back dejectedly.

After a long time, Wang Hui stood up straight and raised her face from Luo Miao's.

Seeing that his mother stood up, the boy also left his father's body.

Looking at Luo Miao's face, Wang Hui wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes. Then, she showed a beautiful smile to Luo Miao's face, as if she was getting married. With such a smile, Wang Hui lowered her head and kissed Luo Miao's lips.

Seeing this, the boy lowered his head and kissed his father reluctantly on the face.

After a long period of lingering, Wang Hui stood up again. She pulled her son to her side and said to her father: "Put the coffin!"

After looking at Luo Miao in the coffin, Wang Ji sighed helplessly, then waved to the servants. The servants immediately stepped forward, covered the coffin lid, and then drove the coffin into the mansion with their horses.

As soon as the hearse moved, the people's suppressed crying boiled like boiling water. The crying sounded earth-shaking, one wave higher than another.

Although Luo Miao didn't have much contact with the royal family, everyone who had spoken to him felt that he was like his own relative.

This is Luo Miao's charm.

How can people not be sad when their relatives die?

After the coffin entered the mansion, it was quickly carried into the mourning hall.

The royal mansion had already invited an experienced embalmer to be there. As soon as the coffin was carried in, the embalmer surrounded him and completed the drying and anti-corrosion treatment of the body. Then he wrapped the body in white cloth and replaced it with the coffin prepared by the Wang family.

During the process of transferring the corpse, Wang Hui couldn't help but step forward, hugged the body wrapped in white cloth, and shed tears silently...

Luo Miao's coffin stayed in the mourning hall for seven days and was finally buried in the cemetery of the Wang family in Zijin Mountain.

Tugoro was a little unhappy about this, but just as he could not stop Lu Yu from bringing Luo Miao's body to Jinling, he could not stop this.

Because Luo Miao had already written a suicide note and arranged his own funeral.

The suicide note was found in Luo Miao's close-fitting pocket.

It was not until then that people realized that this invincible man had already arranged the end of his life.

After filling in the last piece of soil, the Wang family worshiped and prepared to go home.

This time, Lu Yu did not follow them to set off, but bowed to Wang Ji: "Uncle, my nephew will say goodbye, take care of you."

"What's the matter if you're in such a hurry to leave? Why don't you stay for a few more days?" Wang Ji insisted.

"Yes, stay here to talk to your nephew." Wang Hui also spoke.

"Uncle Lu, stay!" the little boy said with his big eyes.

But Lu Yu still shook his head: "Uncle, sister-in-law, I appreciate your kindness, but I really have something to do. I will come back to see you when I finish the work."

Seeing that Lu Yu had decided to leave, people stopped trying to keep him. After a few greetings, they separated in front of the tombstone and walked down the mountain along two different mountain roads.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Lu Yu arrived at a pavilion halfway up the mountain. Sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, Lu Yu began to wipe the sweat from his forehead casually.

The Wang family's voice was no longer heard.

While wiping sweat, a cold curve appeared on the corner of Lu Yu's mouth.

"Are you not annoying to follow me for so long? Come out!" He said coldly with his back to the mountain road.
Chapter completed!